Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that feasts on the flesh of the living.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A boarding pass for an American Airlines flight from 1996
A fishbowl containing Gary the anomalocaris
A rusty T-60 powered armor suit
A Mat of Dryer Lint
A Karaoke Machine
A nice heavy stone, completely worthless for skipping
A Set of Empty Plastic Sprues from a RX-78 Gundam Model
A plastic bucket full of golf balls covered in lunar dust
A working Antikythera Mechanism
A hidden pixel

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