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You walk in on a scene that looks like the famous painting of the Poker Playing Dogs. However, it is not dogs playing poker, but several Grue, waiting for their shift to start. They eat you.
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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.
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.