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|It's like North-south||Score: -5||Moves: -3|
You begin to walk south-north.
That is to say: you walk on the spot like the idiot you are.
Eventually the dreadlocked man under the tree leaves.
Before too long you pass out from over exerting yourself in hot, hot Jamaica and you fall to the sandy beach in a heap.
You get sand in you pants.
Sometime later you wake up 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.
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.