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|Nondescript Room||Score: 0||Moves: 1|
"Hello there, Grue. Please do not eat me, I would like to be your friend."
The Grue looks at you thoughtfully, a small bit of drool dripping off its sharp fangs.
"Umm..." you say nervously, backing away a step, "good Grue... good Grue... "
This last sentence was a mistake, for the simple reason that a good Grue eats everything living in sight. What you wanted was a bad Grue, that thinks it's supposed to sing campfire songs.
The Grue rips you into 69,105 pieces, sending blood and chunks of flesh flying everywhere. It growls a little, then eats the pieces.
Except for your left pinky toe. A mouse ran away with that when the Grue was busy gnawing on the remains of your head.
It is safe to assume that...
Suddenly, you wake up!
You sigh with relief. "Phew, it was all just a dream!"
You're back in the nondescript room. Now to start your adventure for real.