Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that smells like it came from the elemental plane of meat.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Good Man
A Devil on your shoulder
A slice of the trunk of Prometheus, the formerly oldest living organism
A paper fortune-teller
A Mat of Dryer Lint
A sheet of notepaper covered in variations of that cool S
A map of the LGBTQIA+ community
A besom
A sheet of paper with a proof that P≠NP
A Foghorn Leghorn Coffee Cup

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