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A clacking of fangs and a cold, ophidian smell serve to warn you that a gigantic serpent is advancing towards the landing, attracted by the promising warmth and scent of your body. It is moving very quickly and you realize at once that your only hope of evading it is to delay its advance.

If you possess a minimum of 4 Meals, turn to 12.

If you do not possess this amount of food, turn to 327.