> play in the field
As you get closer to the butterflies you realise they are buttergrues. But there are only three, and the nibbling they do on your body doesn't do anything but tickle you, cause you to fall over and kill one in the midst of you laughing.
It's not so funny when a swarm of buttergrues get the message about their friend's death. They all nibble at you constantly, causing you to laugh like a nut.
> HAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! THAT TICKLES! HAHAHAHAHA!
The king of buttergrues gets the message and, using it's sharper, bigger teeth, tears a hole in your side, making some buttergrue fly into the hole and nibble you from the inside out. There we go, we stopped them from tickling you!
> I hate you
As an added twist, the King of buttergrues forcibly pulls down your pants and bites off your genitals. Every other buttergrue flies into that hole and nibbles your body for the next few days while you lay in mind-bending pain. However, the buttergrues still cannot eat your body.
> HAHAHAHAHA! MERE BUTTERGRUES ARE N00BS!
So the King of buttergrues buys 70766 buttergrue teeth sharpeners for the 70766 buttergrues, who take a time out from their pathetic noobish nibbling, sharpen their teeth and go back to nibbling (and eating) your sorry (still alive) corpse.
It is now safe to say...
> NO! DON'T YOU DARE! DON'T YOU DARE START PUTTING UP THE ZORKDIED BANNER! CONSEQUENCES APPLY!
- *** You have...
> kill narrator
The narrator is now dead.
> yay! I can now win!
You have won.
I am the narrator!
> no you're not, I killed the narrator!
Here's proof then!
- *** You have died ***
Would you like to start over, restore a saved position, or end this session of Zork? (type RESTART, RESTORE, or QUIT):
> oh jesus! I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL YOU!
Sure you didn't. And since you killed the narrator and you didn't die, you don't get any restart, restore or quite links.