Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is going down and it's taking you with it.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A missing link
A Ticket Outta This Joint
A toothpick-sized battering ram
A Glass Vial containing the vasopressin secreted by an individual while they had a romantic daydream about the stranger sitting a few seats down from them on a bus
A Comically Oversized Plastic Toad
A matchbox containing one living trilobite
A stale green fruit loop
A katana, still sharp
A hydroelectric dam
A Compass

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