Box

Box is an item.

Standard Use

 * Open the box to gain one of the following:
 * Nothing
 * A random item from the Generic item-givers pool
 * 16(?) Rupees
 * Knitted Bunny
 * Birthday Cake
 * A random Artifact
 * A box containing even more boxes inside it before eventually getting a different option.

How To Obtain

 * Generic item-givers
 * Generic donator item-givers

Strategy

 * TBD

Trivia

 * The following flavortext is shown when obtaining certain items:
 * Bag of Wonders: [PlayerName] retrieved a Bag Of Wonders from his Box. WoNdErS!
 * Birthday Cake: [PlayerName] retrieved a Birthday Cake from his Box. STRIFE! You fail to ASCOND and are forced to ACCEDE!
 * Box:
 * [PlayerName] retrieved another Box from his Box. Wait. What? Who puts a box in a box?
 * [PlayerName] retrieved another Box from his Box. Life is like a box of boxes. You always know what you're gonna get.
 * [PlayerName] retrieved another Box from his Box. It's anottah one!
 * [PlayerName] retrieved another Box from his Box. That's exactly what he wanted!
 * [PlayerName] retrieved another Box from his Box. Is this just gonna keep going?
 * [PlayerName] retrieved another Box from his Box. It's even prettier than the last one!
 * [PlayerName] retrieved another Box from his Box. The gift that keeps on giving!
 * [PlayerName] retrieved another Box from his Box. hOnK hOnK hOnK ):0)
 * [PlayerName] retrieved another Box from his Box. Now he's a professional unboxer!
 * [PlayerName] retrieved another Box from his Box. It's a Matryoshka MiRaClE!
 * [PlayerName] finally retrieved a X from his Box. That was crazy!
 * Knitted Bunny: [PlayerName] retrieved a Knitted Bunny from his Box. He executed a CHAOS DUNK and jammed the bunny back into the box. He took it out again. It's silly to put things back into boxes. No need to be weird today.

Your Box contained a special message:

John,

I never got to thank you properly for your gift. Yes, the words were there. Language comprising the familiar veneer of gratitude rubbing off with each tired favor traded for. A God bless to a sneeze or a few pennies cradled in a receipt. Perhaps it's the deplorable romantic in me, but I thought your present, and your friendship, demanded reciprocation surpassing by some degree the utterly meaningless.

The proper thanks I thought would be a demonstration that your offering was not in vain. Yes, maybe some would take your suggested alternative to my gloomy preoccupations as a passive-aggressive jab. But I know you didn't mean it that way. In fact, I'm sure reading about it now is the first time the notion has occurred to you. John, please stop rolling your eyes. The letter is down here.

The gift in this box is a resurrection. I used your present to thread life anew into a tattered heirloom. As long as I can remember, its black, greasy appendages have been tethered limply to its ratty, porous carriage. Too delicate to wash, too dear to discard. I used to love this rabbit. Now he's yours.

I trust you'll find this to be adequately sentimental. Happy birthday.

Rose