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|Biocomplex||Score: 80||Moves: 44|
You dodge the blast, but a shower of freshly minted gold zorkmids shoots through your flimsy plastic hazmat suit and buries itself in your heart.
And not in a romantic way, either.
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.