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| 01 Dec 2012 06:41 PM |
Your wrists are bound with plastic cuffs, a heavy black mask obscures your vision. You feel the mask being torn off, but the world grows no less dark. You've been like this for hours, days, maybe even weeks. You don't know. For the first time in what seems to be eternity, you hear a voice that you can understand. It's shrill, and whiny.
"Hello, participant! I ever so humbly apologize for your treatment over the past week, but I do promise that you won't mind by the time that this is all over and done with! That's because you'll either filthy rich, or dead!" The voice laughs menacingly for a moment, and continues. "Now, in front of you there's a table. On that table is a knife, a box of matches, and candle. Stand up, stretch your legs, and get out of those pesky bindings, won't you? You won't be much fun in shackles." |
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| 01 Dec 2012 06:50 PM |
| (Do I still have the cuffs on?) |
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| 01 Dec 2012 06:51 PM |
| ((Yes you do, but your hands are in front of you)) |
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| 01 Dec 2012 06:51 PM |
| (And I can get up, given what the voice said?) |
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| 01 Dec 2012 06:59 PM |
| I stand up, trying to make out my surroundings. Bleakly, I can see a table. Nothing else. My eyes never were good. I get up and stumble to the ground. I feel like a tot, only just learning to walk. I crawl to the table, and get up, using it to steady myself. I can see the out line of a small box, an irregular shape, and what looks to be a knife. I reach over to the knife and touch it. I squeez it, and feel a sharp pain. It's a knife. I then grab for the irregular shape, and feel something waxy. I grab for the top of it and feel a wick. This must the a candle. I then pick up the small box. It feels rought on the edges. And I notice it can be opened up. . . . I reach inside and pull out a small slender stick. Matches! I can light the candle now. I take one and strike it against the side of the box, allowing it to burn a little before lighting the wick of the candle. After only a few seconds, I can see my surroundings. Shackles on my wrists, and a knife. Great. |
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| 01 Dec 2012 07:09 PM |
I pick up the knife and use the rougher edge to try and cut through the shackles.
(You said they were plastic, so it's worth a shot. Am I successful?) |
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| 01 Dec 2012 07:12 PM |
| Indeed, you cut the bindings quite easily. They're the type that under-budget police use for delinquents, the kind that you can cut lose with scissors. You see that you're in a tiny prison cell, old by the looks of it. Concrete walls, and a door of iron bars, locked only by an old key lock. |
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| 01 Dec 2012 07:24 PM |
| I take the matches and the knife and hold the candle in my hand. I drift to the concrete wall. I lay down the candle and try and strike at it with the knife. It seemed corroded to hell. |
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| 02 Dec 2012 06:23 AM |
| You strike the concrete wall... the knife doesn't chip this time, but it doesn't look like a particularly sturdy knife. |
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| 02 Dec 2012 09:13 AM |
| I slip the knife back into my pocket, then take a better look around my cell. Ceiling, to the floor. |
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| 02 Dec 2012 11:50 AM |
| Well, the ceiling, floor, and walls are all plain concrete. Outside the bars of the door there is more forming some kind of hallway. |
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| 02 Dec 2012 02:04 PM |
| I try to pick the lock with the knife. . . . |
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| 02 Dec 2012 02:13 PM |
| Well, the knife is thin enough to certainly make a nice tension wrench, which is half a lockpicking set, but you still need something to use as a pick. |
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| 02 Dec 2012 02:14 PM |
| [If I can pop in here, you can jimmy a lock with a knife, but its rather hard, and you can only do it on the 'easy' locks.] |
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| 02 Dec 2012 02:14 PM |
((Damnit))
I try to break open the lock with force. |
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| 02 Dec 2012 02:15 PM |
| ((Shut up, I put the knife in there on purpose, but it's only half the puzzle.)) |
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| 02 Dec 2012 02:25 PM |
| After a few hits with the handle of the knife, you break the slightly rusty lock open, and find yourself in a hallway that goes forward for about ten meters, before reaching a door. It's an iron door, with a simple turn-handle. However, atop the handle are twenty-six small peg holes. Carved into the left side of the door is a crude inscription saying "dore", as if an illiterate were trying to label it. Along the walls, floor, and even roof of the hallway, are other inscriptions such as "jim wus here" and crudely drawn stick figures. Throughout the hallway, you also find four small pegs on the floor, that look as if they'd fit into the pegholes. |
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| 02 Dec 2012 02:29 PM |
| I pick up the peg holes, and insert a few into random spots, then try to open the door. |
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| 02 Dec 2012 02:31 PM |
| The handle doesn't budge, and the door certainly doesn't budge when you can't turn the handle. |
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| 02 Dec 2012 02:35 PM |
| I put the pegs into the whole 4, 15, 18, & 5 |
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| 02 Dec 2012 02:51 PM |
| You place the pegs into the 4th, 15th, 18th, and 5th pegholes and the door swings open revealing a dining hall. Along one wall are four doors, and along the other wall is a sleeping bag, a backpack which contains a set of lockpicks, another box of matches, a dozen more candles, an empty notebook, and a fountain pen. There is also a large crate, which contains two loaves of sliced bread, a dozen bottles of water, and four packets of beef jerky. In the center of the room is a table set for four, with plates, forks, and serrated knives. The voice appears again. "Good job! Only about 25% of people get this far, which I think is sad. This hall shall now be your base of operations for as long as you're in here! Now, there are three other people in this complex in the same situation as you are, and in your explorations though the maze, you might find some of them. They might try and kill you for your food, or you might kill them for their food. Look through the crates, there's not much, it might only last some of you a day." The voice then laughs for a moment. "However, like I said, only 25% of people get very far, so you're probably alone now. That means that there's four times as much food for you now... if you can find it. If not, you'll probably starve before you get out, which would be a shame. It's always more fun to watch people die violently." The voice disappears, and you're left in the small room wondering what the hell's going on. |
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| 02 Dec 2012 02:57 PM |
*Hole (Mindless mistake there. Quite surprised that worked also.)
I gather all the supplies I earned and place then in my backpack. I don't eat. I want to let my stomach shrink, so I won't eat as much food so I can last a little longer. With that, It seemed best to check around the dining hall first to see I missed anything. |
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| 02 Dec 2012 03:01 PM |
| You don't find anything of note. |
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