He's coming for you, Spelunker!
Kneel before me, Spelunkers!
I could've had a V8!But I'm innocent!I wanna go home ... whaaaaa ... whaaaaaaaa

...By advancing to the uppermost part of the loathsome entombment, you "clawed" your way through worms, mud and corpses to expose a slender forbidding corridor that you narrowly succeeded to permeate. In fact, were it not for the subtracted bulk of your missing left arm, it's likely you could not have made it to this abysmal and hapless world. All around you are lost, forsaken slaves of iniquity and greed - fruitlessly pleading for salvation and reclamation. Suddenly, you too are overcome with an irrepressible anxiety and desperate sadness. A kind of coercive, diabolical force appears to be curbing your Cave Of Jewels aspirations. It beckons you to cross the subliminal threshold separating life and death. It offers you boundless limitations of power and unconditional restitution.Can I help you, Spelunker? muh ha hah ha hah haaaa...

You seriously contemplate the message - "I am at the end of my rope! I've been hacked, devoured, battered and humiliated! I've only discovered six caves, but each has been more devastating than the one before it. I'm tired, man! REAL tired!" With that, the conniving tempter immediately produces four burning icons and places them before your judgement. You are then relentlessly pressured to choose your destiny. As promised, one choice shall return to you your depleted flesh, your original vitality and your stern resolve. The others shall result in total relinquishment of soul and sanity to an unforgiving and everlasting damnation . . .

Burn, baby ... Burn!