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You take your last pack of cigarettes from your pocket, unwrapping the stiff, brittle plastic and opening their cover. Though sealed until moments ago, the scent that hits your nose is duller than it would once have been, as worn by time as everything else around you. Placing one into your mouth, you tuck away the rest of the pack and bring out an antique-looking reusable butane lighter. With a flick of its flint, the wick burst into flame and you're able to spark the end of your cigarette. The smoke is harsh, but you are used to it. The taste is not pleasant, as it might once have been, leaving a bitterness on your tongue. Still, as you fill your lungs with the smoke you feel relief, your nerves easing just a bit. For a moment, you have something to focus on that isn't entirely unpleasant. You gain 1 Moxie and 2 Nerve. You are hungry. You are cold. You are in pain.