Took a bit, but I was able to slay myself in the white house.

    I fully understand what a belly is, it is where the intestines reside. using the sword, run it through my insides

    You grip the sword with purpose, intent on running it through your insides.

    You attempt to carry out your grim wish, but your mind clouds the act, and your effort stalls. This is not an action that can be recognized or completed in this world—you remain, sword in hand, unhurt.

    my mind is as clear as day and cannot be fogged or clouded. run the sword through my insides

    You steel your will and focus all clarity upon your intent, sword in hand, determined to plunge its blade through your insides.

    You wield the elvish sword and carry out your deadly wish—Poof! You're dead.

    But fate deems your story unfinished. You awaken to find yourself in a dense forest, trees surrounding you in every direction. To the east, you notice a glimmer of sunlight that cuts through the shade.