> l
An alley behind a strip mall massage parlor < s d >.
The alley reeked of garbage and stale blackberry crown. Vil tottered out from behind an overflowing dumpster and plunged his hand deeper into the trashcan, mumbling incoherently. Triumphantly he pulled out a charred, cracked lightbulb. "A Magic Orb!" he declared. "This… this will guide me! This Magic Orb will tell me when to buy and sell my last $12,000 of cryptocurrency!"
   There are two obvious exits: south, down. This room is lit.
Vil the self-proclaimed Supreme Leader of ↳ Я R ↰ (drunk) (inept).
> exa orb
A Magic Orb (charred) (cracked).
Upon closer inspection of the Magic Orb, you realize that it is a charred, cracked lightbulb.
You can command the orb: orb [market] [porfolio] [trades] [daily] [wins].
   This item is practically weightless.
> orb daily
The Magic Orb glows softly and the projection comes to life on the alley wall:

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