So today, I killed myself! Or more accuratly, my clone killed me.

Lorem tells you 'Don't run, I am your friend!'
Lorem lightly slams you with shield causing heart tissue to fly everywhere.
Lorem's kick lashes at you with speed, but you manage to partly deflect it in
time.
You tear Lorem causing a small wound.
You miss Lorem.
Lorem cuts you causing large bones to crack loudly.
Lorem lightly slams you with shield crushing the skull, forcing brain tissue
to fly out.
Lorem cuts you causing heart tissue to fly everywhere.
Lorem lightly slams you with shield causing heart tissue to fly everywhere.
You wish your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
hp: -214 (673) [-87] sp: 434 (434) [] ep: 263 (315) [] cash: 0 [] exp: 542765
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You are unconscious, unable to do anything.
Blood pours from your wounds!
You wish your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You die.
Lorem goes teasingly 'Nee-ner nee-ner neee-ner!!' at himself.
Lorem farts happily.
You have a strange feeling.
You can see Death, clad in black, collect your corpse.

Theresa tells you 'All right, just a moment .. this should take about 3min.'
Theresa tells you 'And please note this will take 65% of your experience.'

No tarms around for a ress sadly, so 65% of my days grinding on bunnies is out
the window. Ah well, bard life is not supposed to be easy!