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You decide not to open the DOOR to the DUNGEON OF DUCKERMAN. Instead you slowly walk home, each footstep reminiscent of the ticking of a clock... tick... tock... tick... tock....

Suddenly you become aware of the endless passing of time, your wasted life, the remarkable futility of it all.

With one stroke you draw the blade across your wrist.

Blood spurts everywhere.

You pass out.

You are dead.

You have completed 1% of this adventure.

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