Not necessarily unique, but I mostly always carry a small pouch containing a full D&D dice set.
I haven’t needed dice in… years, now that I think about it, but I carry them as a symbol of luck. Not good luck or bad luck, just luck, chance. Helps me keep things in perspective when everything goes sideways.
You never know when you’ll find yourself in a position where there are 20 choices and you just can’t decide.
Good way to create 20 different timelines…
Don’t worry, we’re in the worst one
Oh, no, that particular D20 is a drama queen. I’d rather take a guess than trust that die.
…but it’s the one you carry everywhere?
As I’ve said, a symbol of luck, not necessarily of good luck. A sort of Memento Mori, but for the fact that no matter how hard you try, sometimes it’s just not up to you.
But… You specifically choose one that is bad luck when you could be trying to get one you believe is good luck lol so you could be trying!
Ah, but you see, I’m not looking for a good luck thing! Having the one which always works against my best interests is a reminder that everything is about balance! Some are lucky, some are unlucky, and that’s just how life goes!
Far Cry: Blood Dragon tought me you can use them to distract your enemies.
I do have an XL D100 I bought more as a collectible, treated copper alloy! Think it could be classified as lethal under appropriate use conditions!
I have the wallet of an old German conductor out of München Gladbach, Arnold Queasten. I found it in a thrift store as it looked like a nice quality leather wallet.
In it are still some notes from Arnold, on two of his business cards. A note of someone here knew from the war, and another person from the flute section.
There was one pfennig, a German penny still in it. So I have Arnold’s last penny. I found his grave on findagrave, one day I’ll visit that.
I’m now terribly afraid of losing the wallet, though, because I’m unsure a casual finder would appreciate the beauty of such a piece.
This is one of the coolest things I’ve seen here.
Thnx! Such a great find
This sounds like something I would do. So don’t be too scared of losing it, there are others like you out there that would carry on just like you.
I must say though, the romantic in me sees this as a movie or book. Story of your life’s struggles and ups and downs, but the wallet keeps you grounded. You finally make it to visit his grave and a woman walks up, daughter of Arnold. Ends up being the love of your life.
I’ve got a black joker card in my wallet. I was walking to the tram stop with someone once, when I saw this playing card face-down on the floor, so I said “bet you I can guess this card,” I knelt down, and I said “I think it’s a joker.” I was about to turn it over when my friend said “hold on, black or red?” I said black and turned it over, and now it lives in my wallet.
I used to have a 1/4" nut that missed the threading process. I had it on my keychain to remind me that even if something is done millions of times without error, sometimes mistakes can happen.
Lost it when my backpack was stolen.
I love material defects. Nothing else will give you confidence like knowing that jerk owes you a nickle
A crow-calling whistle and a small tin of peanuts.
Presumably the peanuts to lure squirrels, and the whistle to sic your black-feathered demon army on them, you sicko
I’m indifferent to squirrels… but my city has hired a falconer to scare the crows away with hawks, so now the crows symbolize the oppressed masses being persecuted by the state.
Out there is someone with a hawk-whistle and a jar of raisins. I pray that you too shall never meet.
I doubt the falconer would have any issue with me—I’m helping to keep them employed.
Look, would you stop being reasonable for a second and just fight already?
That’s what I’m secretly training the crows for.
What!? Why scare the crows away?
while Baz insists he has nothing against crows, it’s the mess they leave behind that has people crying foul.
Nah, I’d feel rather blessed to trudge through crow poo on the daily in my stompers. SF is brewing something terrible. The crows will have their retribution.
Give us back our crows!
My granfather’s watch.
Keister watch.
I keep ear plugs in my zip pouch wallet so I’m always ready for any concerts or random loud areas.
Same here, I got this from being in the military, where you were issued a pair when you arrived in the ship.
I keep a pack of disposable ones in my fanny pack. It’s useful because sometimes someone in the group needs em.
One pair in my travel stuff always. Habit from grad school when I lived next door to a frat house
I keep a pair of those loop ones in my backpack for the same reason
Made a 5" aluminum baseball bat in high school shop class learning how to use a lathe. It’s been on my keys ever since. Thing is probably older than most folks reading this.
Edit: pic as requested. :) https://i.imgur.com/jrxStc4.jpeg
Well now I want to see it!
Added to my post!
Nice bat!
Post bat or gtfo
Added to my post!
Well earned upvote
A metal red uno reverse card sits in my wallet. It was a gift from my girlfriend and an acknowledgement of our in joke of replying no u to compliments and I love yous.
Syringe of thermal paste
I’m now imagining two random strangers meeting in a random place, one of them with an overheating laptop, and asking the other “got some paste?” like smokers sometimes ask for a lighter.
Small high power flashlight, about the size of a tube of m&ms. People laugh at it all the time, but it comes in handy weekly, sometimes daily.
Think of how many times you pull out your credit cell phone light. Now imagine being able to light up a room like daylight if need be. Very useful.
Those same people who laugh, eventually realize the value, and come asking for my light when we’re together and it’s needed
Leaving aside points about driving licence numbers being unique or whatever, it would be the silver pentagram that I made back in the '90s and have worn (or occasionally carry in my wallet etc, when the cord breaks) ever since.
A pack of nicotine gum.
I don’t need or use it anymore, but I still carry it with me every day.
It’s a reminder of how addicted I was and how I swore to never smoke another cigarette in my life.My fingerprints.
My first thought (you might even call it my gut reaction) was “my microbiome,” so it’s along similar lines to yours.
A set of keys that will open most of the doors in a certain national park. Turns out “government use only. Do not duplicate” doesn’t mean a whole lot to a crooked locksmith. My plan is to go test and see if they still work when I’m an old man. I won’t be surprised if they do
No questions asked locksmiths are the best (if you’re no thief)