You wake up. The room is spinning very gently round your head. Or at least it would be if you could see it which you can't.
It is pitch black.
> inventory
You have:
a splitting headache
no tea
>_
[Don't Panic]
It is pitch black.
> inventory
You have:
a splitting headache
no tea
>_
[Don't Panic]
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When I grow up, I wanna be a hedgehog.