You are in a field. Resting atop a thistly knoll is a backpack.
- You pick up the backpack. Mouse droppings flee through holes and open flaps. Every clasp and strap has been cut free. The backpack, old and useless, has been looted again and again; rained on, pooped in; and has seen the last of its days. You put it back where you found it.
Inventory:
- You carry only a bent knife and a smashed radio. It has been a long ride. Your blue jeans are shredded; the T-shirt, stretched 2 sizes larger, is more red than white, and your shoes are unaccounted for. You wear a crumpled paper party hat.
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