> You scream at the lizards, but it is no use. They stare at you, their gaze piercing your body and illuminating your soul, your past, and your future. They have seen you, they known you.
> The lizards croak in unison, briefly summarizing your entire existence as "a flagrant misuse of precious mineral resources."
> You feel that this is a fairly accurate summary, and your life, having been seen in completion and judged, simply ends.
>
> GAME OVER
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