> eat lunch
You plop down on the soft ground for lunch. Suddenly, however, a Viet Cong party emerges from the thicket and rakes you with AK-47 fire.
> crawl away
You drag yourself through the elephant grass, bleeding from the multiple bullet wounds. Even as you express relief at having survived this ordeal, a giant foot drops from above and crushes you.
- *** You have died ***
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