Welcome back old friends.

Hiss like a kit and eat the boxes!

This is the dumbest idea you've had in weeks!
STUPID STUPID STUPID.
And yet the empty boxes of pizza...
They beckon.

Combine the Mine-craft stuff.

That's... okay then.

You try to pile up the Mine-craft weapons.
I guess it worked!
Now the crown. And it won't pile. Greeeaaaat.

Use the damn Mine-craft sword on the present dammit.

IT'S MADE OF GODDAMN FOAM, DON'T THINK SHE HASN'T TRIED DOING THAT WITH THE OTHER GIFTS.

FINE THEN USE THE GODDAMN CCCCCLLLLLLLAAAAAAAWWWWWSSSSSSS!

OKAY THEN!

You are suddenly angry and you don't know why. You... Can't access the claws. Damn.

Examine calendar.

You've marked your birthday, the 15th of November. Another day you marked was supposed to be the arrival date for the highly touted Dnue Beta Launch.
It's been six days already. It's starting to become a sore subject with you.

Eat some pizza.

You are sick to death of pizza! You've been eating it all day. And you have no intention of clogging your sylladex with it either. The pizza stays put for now.
You hear a notice from your laptop. Someone is messaging you.

Examine laptop.

You mean the message right? I'm gonna think you're talking about the message.

You pull up to your laptop. This is where you spend most of your time. You decorated your desktop with some rather purretty wallpaper which you made yourself. You are really proud of it.
Your desktop is also littered with various horror and pokemon-related games. You get so scared if you play those games, you wonder why you even try.
Your Seven Nights At Crash's Chat Log is flashing. Someone is trying to get in touch with you.

Open the Chat Log!

Only one of your fellow players is logged in. She's sent you a message.

- flowerGarden [FG] began pestering cinnamonShip [CS] at 14:24 -

FG: hey there!
FG: so what did you get today
CS: i wasn't able to open the present my sis gave me.
FG: oh hell that is such a coincidence.
FG: i wasn't able to open my Mom's present until now.
CS: ok thats fine, but i just have one question. How did you?
FG: I used a sharp object(s).
FG: My gift was slightly open though
FG: So I guess that's not helping.
CS: It's fine. :-T
FG: try using your Claws!
CS: I can't.
FG: Why not?
CS: It's hard to explain
FG: ok?
FG: So, how far in Seven Night's?
CS: Beat the 4th Night, FINALLY!
FG: Plt. I almost forgot.
FG: did you get the beta yet
CS: no.
CS: did you?
FG: man i got two copies already
FG: but i dont care im not going to play it or anything the game sounds boring
FG: did you see how it got slammed in React to?
CS: React to is a joke and we both know it.
FG: yeah
FG: why dont you go check your mail maybe its there now
CS: alright.

Look out window.

You see the view of your yard from your window.

On the tree are a bunch of apples. In a kid's yard, a tree without stuff your friend likes but you don't really like that much is gonna get you in trouble. Probably sets your house on fire. That is to say, You're gonna be safe from fire.

And there beside your driveway is the mailbox.

Examine it!

The little red arm-swingy-dealy thing or whatever it is called is flipped up!

What the hell is that thing called anyway. You do not have time for these semantics. The red flippy-lever thing means you have new mail. And that means the beta might be here!

Go outside and check the damn box.

You are about to hurry down stairs when you hear a car pull into the driveway. It looks like your sis has returned from the grocery store.

Oh great. She is beating you to the mail.

UGH

Great. Just forget it and check it later.

If you go down stairs to get it, she will likely monopolize hours of your time. You decide to chill out up here for a while until the dust settles.

Sometimes you feel like you are trapped in this room. Stuck, if you will, in a sense which possibly borders on the titular.

And now your chum is pestering you again. The clockwork of friendship turns ceaselessly, operating the swing-lever dealies of harassment in perpetuity!

Whatever. The girl can just hold her damn horses.

Examine books on bookshelf.

Why would you be interested in that?

Okay then?

There are a bunch of warrior books you put in order, there's the Eragon books, the InkHeart books, the Magic Treehouse books, the Seekers and Survivors books, books about animals and some other shit you probably don't want to read.

Read Firestar's Prophecy!

Which one? The one in the box or the one in the bookshelf?

Any!

Okay then. One in the box.

You decide to consult with the Hunter's bottomless wisdom. Good grief this thing is huge. It could kill a cat if you dropped it.
But to really dig into this hefty book, you will have to captchalogue it. You are not sure you are ready to logjam your other stuff beneath it just yet.

Captchalogue box again!

What did you just say? You don't want to clog up your...

Oh, Jesus. In a momentary lapse of concentration, you accidentally captchalogue the box again.

Put the Chat Log status to confused.

You don't think the situation is quite dire enough to go all the way to "ANNOYING AS HELL", but you still feel the chat log client should reflect your mood change in some way.

"Confused" will have to do. You guess.

This unsurprisingly does nothing whatsoever.

Oh, right, you forgot your friend is still chatting to you.

Answer her.

FG: is it there
FG: plz say yes
FG: maybe you can play with Jenny he's been pestering me all day about it
FG: hes mackin on me so hard all the time i start to feel embarrassed for him
FG: i mean not that i can blame him or anything
CS: yes, it is understandable because you are really attractive. i am attracted to you.
FG: thank you
CS: jk haha.
CS: no, i don't have it yet.
CS: my sis has the mail and i guess i have to go get it from her and see if it's there.
CS: and i've been busy spending all afternoon shitting around with my stupid sylladex.
CS: it's so frustrating.
FG: whats your modus
CS: what?
FG: how do you retrieve artifacts from it
CS: oh. like one at a time i guess. and if i put too much in, something falls out.
FG: stack? hahahahahaha
CS: what is yours?
FG: hash map
FG: my mom taught me a few tricks she basically knows everything and is awesome
CS: what the hell is that?
FG: you should probably brush up on your data structures
CS: i guess.
FG: did you at least allocate your strife specibus
CS: no.
FG: it could free up a card for you
FG: plus let you attack stuff whenever things get too hot to handle
FG: which is never
FG: what have you got
CS well, i've got claws but they're trapped under the rest of my items
FG: wow you really suck at this dont you
FG: just get rid of the shit and then allocate the claws to the specibus
CS: how?
FG: i dont know just use the shit on any old thing and see if it works

Just... Put the shit back in the box.

You put all the shit back in the box. Then you take the box out of the sylladex. It flies in your face and lands in front of you.

Allocate the claws to the specibus.

You click on Clawkind.

Select "Claws".

Your Strife Specibus has been allocated with the clawkind abstratus.
The claws has been moved from your captchalogue deck to your strife deck.