Zork
| ...It's like South-north... | Score: -500 | Moves: -300 |
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You begin to walk north-south. That is to say: you walk on the spot like the idiot you are. Eventually it gets dark. Before too long you pass out from over exerting yourself in cold, cold, Pennsylvania and you fall to the ground in a heap. You get snow in your pants. Sometime later you wake up a popsicle.
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.
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