Carl huffed and moved his shoulders, "Damn, that was tiring. Who knew wiping specks of dirt can be this consuming?" He patted his hands, even if they were completely cleaned of dirt by Inventory.

"Speaking of that, Inventory."

Dirt 4.22

The captive smiled as he captured the perfect example of a confident expression, Carl pushed his hands through the gray screen, and out came a sphere of dirt. It was as big as his fist, he glanced back at his Inventory, and saw that one whole number dissapeared.

The young man whistled, "That was surprisingly easy, it even shaped the dirt for me." He stared and examined the ball of dirt for a while, feeling it's weight on the hand holding it, "Now what can I do with this? Craft some shit with it? It does have a similar color, heh." He snickered.

Then his face turned to one of surprise as another grey window seamlessly slid into his vision, then it turned to shock, "Seriously!? THAT was the keyword?" He grumbled and focused his attention on the panel.

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'Why are two of the slots in light grey?' Carl raised his eyebrows, he putted the dirt ball into one of grey slots, it vanished and appeared as 'Dirt 1' in the slot, taking it out, the curious victim pushed his hand through one of the darl grey slots this time, he pulled his hand back out, but the shaped dirt stayed in his hand, the screen showed no changes too.

Carl shrugged, "Welp, might as well try the combinations." One slot filled, nothing, two slots, no, three slots, nope, four slots changed the screen. He pumped his fists and felt stupid when he found the change.

Dirt 1

Dirt 1

Dirt 1

Dirt 1

Craft Cancel

He snorted, "So very obvious, how had I not thought of that? Anyways." He tapped the 'Craft' option, The walls seemingly glowed slightly brighter- before he could think of what that could mean. A window appeared in front of him that shook him.

Beware Of The Walls, They Hear Us.

Crafted

Compact Dirt 1

Checking the results of Craft, he saw blue words appearing on the weird purple window. Listening to the eerie silence in the silent grey room. He cursed, "Well, shit. Isn't that just ominous as fuck."