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Congratulations! With the death of Crestshot, all of her traps have been triggered! As you approach one of the stashes, you fall into a deep pit, where some of her first attempts at rum making reside. You attempt to use your voodoo to figure a way out, but find that there is a block on your magic here. Dejected, you sit down among the old rum bottles and sip on the disgusting, old beginner's rum, as you have nothing else to do, until the next poor soul tries to steal the good stash.
Who's next? And who wants to try and play off of this?
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