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 scroll of Huizinga's Magic Circle
A Dungeon Map
A Pine Cone
A Sterile Neutrino
A copy of How To Always Say the Right Thing by Glorietta Axelrod
A besom
A three-headed monkey
A Hard Drive full of Bitcoin
An antique Wok
A Set of Ukulele Strings

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