|Long-deserted bathroom||Score: ?||Moves: ?|
Theres a huge explosion! You set off a Viet-Kong booby trap! Sarge told you about this you little bitch. Sarge said to never open trap doors. Charlie was all around you and you got killed by a Viet-Kong booby trap. War is hell kid.
As you take your last breath, you feel relieved of your burdens. The feeling passes as you find yourself before the gates of Hell, where the spirits jeer at you and deny you entry. Your senses are disturbed. The objects in the dungeon appear indistinct, bleached of color, even unreal.
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.