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 Listening to the ipod Score: 0 Moves: 0

It's terrible! The lyrics make absolutely no sense, and the soothing folk melodies quickly put you into a deep, confused coma. Thankfully, though, the cool grue takes pity on you and eats you.

It appears that the last blow was too much for you. I'm afraid that you are dead.

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.

> examine me

You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.

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