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|a Jamaican Grue||Score: 0||Moves: some|
Who do you want to talk to?
What do you want to do to the man?
Talk to whom?
OK! ok! No need to yell.
You talk to the man, he tells you that he is really a grue.
Then he eats you. Twice
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.