Zork
Parking Lot | Score: ? | Moves: ? |
You immediately draw back your fist and punch the guard across the jaw. Your fist meets his helmet visor and breaks like a drumstick. As you howl in pain, the store security team beats you half to death. Then they drive over you with the delivery truck.
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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