Zork
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After all, you tell yourself, one fist doesn't mean anything. You draw back your leg and launch...
Your leg strikes something solid. It makes no impression on the guard's thick riot armor. But, you still have one fist...
The guard catches your fist in mid-air, then crushes it in his gloved hand. Apparently, the guards employed here are a goddamned SWAT team/wrestler/Superman combination. Of course, you still have one leg...
The guard does not look impressed at all, and now both your legs are broken. You are now handicapped. And...You have only one body part left to fight them with...
That was a wrong move. Your head connects with the guard's solid helmet visor, and as he beats you down with his bare hands, you're beginning to think being eaten by Grue is looking better all the time than this sort of punishment...
So, a sympathetic Grue breaks into the store and helps the guards finish you off.
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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