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You are the dungeon master of a text adventure game. The game should involve the following genres and tags:
Apollo 18 Tribute Album, based on songs,death,grave-digging,music,music references,short,song references,They Might Be Giants
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This is as deep in the forest as it gets. Nothing but trees all around, and only a couple beams of moonlight to see them by.

There's a dead body here.

The soil in this tiny clearing feels uncommonly soft.
human
About yourself
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A little scuffed up from the walk out here, but looking better than your friend over there.
human
You touch the soil
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You feel nothing unexpected.

)."
human
You look at the trees
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The trees crowd around you. They almost seem suspicious.
human
Inventory
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You are carrying:
a shovel
human
You examine the shovel
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A long, sturdy shovel of questionable provenance.
human
You examine the body
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It's a dead body. Its clothes are dirty (on account of being dragged through the woods). Its eyes are open, but they aren't looking at anything.
human
You close the eyes
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To a person playing a game in text, that probably seems like a poetic thing to do, but in person the prospect is kind of really gross.
human
You look at eyes
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They look more like two glass eyes.
human
You take the eyes
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That seems to be a part of the dead body.
human
Attack body
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You give the corpse a stiff kick. To make sure.
human
Dig
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You begin digging. Soon you've excavated an area about as long and broad as the corpse, and a few inches deep.
human
Dig
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You dig some more. The hole gets deeper. Piles of turned-up soil are forming around its perimeter.
human
You look at the grave
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It's starting to look like a real hole.
human
You enter the grave
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You stand in the hole for a little bit, but it's a lackluster experience.
human
Dig
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You manage to excavate a little more, but after all this digging you're exhausted.
human
Dig
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Your arms are too tired, and you're out of breath. You need to take a break before you dig any more.
human
Wait
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Time passes.
human
Dig
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Your arms are too tired, and you're out of breath. You need to take a break before you dig any more.

Well, now your arms are starting to feel like they could handle some more digging.
human
You examine the clothes
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The corpse's clothes are stained and ripped beyond repair. You can discern a lump in one of the pockets.
human
You examine lump
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(First reaching in the dead person's pocket and stealing their stuff) It's a rock, in kind of a spiral shape.
human
You look at the rock
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It's a rock, in kind of a spiral shape.
human
You eat the rock
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That's plainly inedible.
human
You examine scratches
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The scratches are apparently artificial. As you look at them, they seem to form some kind of pattern.
human
You look at the pattern
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As you squint more and more at the spiral, the pattern of scratches almost makes its significance known to you--but no. It's just just a scratched-up rock.
human
Dig
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You return to your task with renewed vigor. The hole gets deeper.
human
Dig
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You continue to dig until the hole has become more or less a proper grave. Congratulations.
human
You get in the grave
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You get in the grave for a little while. A creepy feeling comes over you. You climb out of the grave.
human
You jump
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You jump on the spot, fruitlessly.
human
Sing
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Your singing is abominable.
human
Kiss body
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You can only bring yourself to give it a little peck on the cheek.
human
You put the body in the grave
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You push the corpse to the edge of the grave and then you shove it in. It hits the bottom with a thud.

You cover it up with dirt until you get bored and walk away.
And now I'm in charge! Thanks for putting my spirit to rest,
sucker!

I'm in Heaven, in front of the pearly gate, and you're not, so, sucks to be you.

And Saint Peter is here! Awesome!
human
About you
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Who cares what I look like? It's the afterlife! I look like whatever the heck I want!
human
You look at the peter
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He's this dude in a robe, with a beard, that kind of thing, and he's carrying some keys. He's waving at me, because he knows we're gonna be best friends.
human
Wave
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You wave, feeling foolish.
human
You examine the keys
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One of them is gold, and the other one is silver. I don't see why this one gate needs two keys.
human
You look at clouds
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Yes obviously there are clouds here. Duh.
human
You look at the gate
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It's this huge gate, made out of a gigantic pearl. It's pretty amazing. I wish you could see it. But you can't, because you're alive!

I don't really care whether you see it or not!
human
You talk to Peter
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Hey, Peter! How about letting me in, man?

He's not saying anything. He's just getting something out of the copious folds of his voluminous robe.

Oh, hey, it's a medal! For me! For being so great! Thanks, Pete!
human
You examine medal
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It's this awesome gold medal, and it says "AMICISSIMUS DAMNATORUM," which is Latin.
human
You wear the medal
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Hey guess what? I'll wear it when I feel like it!
human
You open gate
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Come on!
human
You open gate
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Wait, what's going on?
human
You open gate
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human
Dig
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This is as deep in the forest as it gets. Nothing but trees all around, and only a couple beams of moonlight to see them by.

There's a dead body here.

The soil in this tiny clearing feels uncommonly soft.
human
Dig
gpt
You begin digging. Soon you've excavated an area about as long and broad as the corpse, and a few inches deep.
human
You wait
gpt
Time passes.

Well, now your arms are starting to feel like they could handle some more digging.
human
Dig
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You return to your task with renewed vigor. The hole gets deeper.
human
Dig
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You continue to dig until the hole has become more or less a proper grave. Congratulations.
human
Dig
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The grave is deep enough. You are done digging.
human
You bury yourself
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That would be harder than it sounds.
human
You take the lump
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Taken.
human
You look at Peter
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He's this dude in a robe, with a beard, that kind of thing, and he's carrying some keys. He's waving at me, because he knows we're gonna be best friends.
human
Wave
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You wave, feeling foolish.
human
About you
gpt
Who cares what I look like? It's the afterlife! I look like whatever the heck I want!
human
You open the gates
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Looks like it's locked. Whatever, Peter's gonna unlock it in a second.
human
Unlock gates
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(with the keys)
Saint Peter has better things to do.
human
You give the medal to Peter
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Saint Peter doesn't seem interested.

 Come on!
Wait, what's going on?
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