> investigate pocket further
Are you really sure you want to do that? Your stump is bleeding.
Are you really, REALLY sure?
You take your pants off and get a closer look at your pocket. You open the pocket up a bit, peer inside, and get swallowed up by an inter-dimensional portal in your pocket. You arrive at the other side of the portal and discover a world full of wonderful, wonderful things. There are trees made of chocolate, rivers of Kool-Aid, and it seems to be raining some sort of liquor. This place is an absolute paradise... or it would be if you weren't dead from blood loss.
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.