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You feel around for something, when interestingly enough, you notice you can't feel anything at all. Another sense of oddness comes when you can't remove your arm.
A few minutes later you're reunited with your arm in the digestive track of a grue.
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.