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You rifle through the trash, removing an apple core, a crumpled piece of paper, and the long lost gold of Bluebeard the Pirate. But, woe is you, at the bottom of the pile was a grue. It devours you for thinking that, for one second, you could actually come out ahead.

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.

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