Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is now stalking you.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A signed first-edition hardcover copy of Sailor Moon: American Kitsune by David Gonterman
A Seashell
My favorite piece of equipment... though I haven't used it in months
A coloring book of flowers and anatomically correct hearts
A Hindenburg-class Airship
A twinkling star
A fishbowl containing Gary the anomalocaris
A Self-Portrait of Norman Rockwell, but not the one you're thinking of,
A heptagonal stop sign
A cherry blossom

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