You hold on, but your palms start to sweat, and before you know it you’re slipping. Then you are falling.
This isn’t looking good, Hamlet!
You hit the ground so hard that your legs crumple like an accordion. One of your leg bones stabs up through your chest and pierces you right in the heart.
Didn’t think that was possible? Neither did I, but hey, here we are!
Ouchie!
That’s the last thing you think: ”Ouchie!”
P.S. you don’t come back as a ghost, but you DO come back as a tiny smelly bug that gets stepped on real quick, so - that’s … something?
Not a problem. Call the filthy cleric to revive me
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I wanted to be a ghost, not a dirty bug. This game is very cruel.
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Thank you, Recieved
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