|Wait for something to happen||Score: 11||Moves: 8|
You stand there staring at the cube until it turns very, very dark outside and you begin to worry about the inescapable grue that is obviously sneaking up behind you, waiting for you to turn before it eats you.
Fortunately, some great cosmic being takes pity on you and you are not eaten by 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.