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Well it’s certainly the obvious thing to do.

  With a hearty cry of "AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!" and a scream of "Get it off me!" you sprint forward waving your arms like mad.  It feels good to get some real exercise, or at least it would if you didn’t have a small wildcat ripping away at your flesh.

  Sadly, screaming and waving your arms does absolutely nothing to help your situation.  Even more unfortunately, the ocelot tears through your neck to your spinal cord before you even have a chance to come up with a new plan.  You slain body falls to the ground, another victim of the feared ocelot.

  You respawn in what appears to be a real-world version of a MC Escher painting.  You are surrounded by stairs on all sides, most of them at weird, surreal angles.  It defies common sense, but it looks really cool.

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