You are now Mike. Inside that weird airplane thing. After the airplane crashed your private cabin initiated it's private defense mechanism and floated you slowly to the ground. You've accepted your life as stuck in the middle of the desert. Your cabin is air conditioned and can actually drive but there is no gas. Also it's air conditioned. Mike is rich and in that aspect OP as stuff. He might be a robot, no one knows.

You're reading POOP TICKLER MONTHLY and eying your PROTECTIVE EYE WARE that's for sale to any passerby. It's right next to your EXPENSIVE LAMP. Under the END TABLE is your BRIEFCASE which holds your INVENTORY.

Any item with an E means EQUIPPED and will instantly be at the top of the list. In your BRIEFCASE you have 4 spare JACKETS, 4 spare GRAY T-SHIRTS, 1 spare HOT PINK SHIRT, 3 spare pares of LEATHER SHOES, and 1 BOTTLE OF CHILDREN'S TEARS. You have brief concerns for your friend NICK who is very prone to SUN DAMAGE, but you aren't going out there. It's hot as BALLS.
Command Mike or Nick by saying /Mike or /Nick