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| What's your name? Is it Steve Irwin? What do you think you're playing at? Metal, golf, trees and a bad storm don't mix. | |||
| You are subsequently struck by lightening and die a horrible, burning death in the middle of the woods never to be discovered for some time. The others don't even realise the fact you're gone. | |||
| You may no longer proceed further through the game. | |||