Robin Investigates: The Final Puzzle
The ticking got louder and louder as the clock edged closer to zero. Well, to me it did. Steph was tearing that box puzzle apart, flipping sides faster than I could keep up with. I couldn't tell if the look in her eyes was nervousness or just pure fear. I mean, that's a goddamn grenade she's holding and it's rigged to blow! Hell, I was scared, too. Even if the blast doesn't kill us, Brady is done for. So many endings lead to failure, All of those blew out when I looked back at the timer.
5
4
3
2
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2 on the timer. One second to spare. Thank god....I look over to Steph and see something that lightens the situation up a bit. For me, at least. She's holding the Baxter's Box out in front of her, her head turned away and her eyes shut tightly, sweat going down her face. The really funny part was her shivering. Then I look at my hands and realize I'm doing the same damn thing. She opens her eyes, looks back at the box, and realizes she's done it. The sigh of relief from her was one of the best things I've heard all night.
"Well, that was unnecessarily Hollywood...."
"Tell me about it....but good job."
"Thank you...man, I though we were done..."
"So what was your previous record on one of these?"
"You don't wanna know. So, what's the box say?"
"Let's see."
She hands the box off to me and then sits against the wall. Can't blame her. I'd need a breather too after basically solving a puzzle with a gun against my skull. I look at the box for a bit before it disassembles in my hands. Out from the inside of it is another green note, reading:
"To this day by the sea-docks I lay lonely, My purpose was to create merry. Under the cheer, I was the center of fraud, Until the code of the blue-bulls find me did."
"Fraud...sea docks....this sounds familiar."
"Of course. Carnival Pier at Amusement Mile. Where eddy used to work and got busted for fraud. Something ain't right, though..."
"What do you mean?"
"This one was easy. Too easy."
"Yeah, you didn't even have to think hard and make that face."
"Okay, seriously, WHAT FACE?!"
"Anyway! Chances are it's a trap, but we've got nothing else to work with. You ready there, Pulse?"
"I just wanna get out of this place..."
"Alright! Let's go!"
"But...waitaminute!...hey, get back here!"
Seriously, what face?
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Amusement Mile in general wasn't completely shut down,just moved to another part of town. What remained was an abandoned, decrepit coastline amusement part. And dear god, it's creepy. Half expecting a mutated zombie clown or something to come out from behind the tilt-a-whirls and eat my face off. As least Carnival Pier was abit less spooky, but not by much. We eventually found what we were looking for. A small building about the size of a small apartment with a faded green a black paintsceme and question marks above the door. Too obvious. Too easy. I tell Jackie to be ready to use his powers if necessary, and we all walk in. The room's lighting has an eerie feel, the walls rocking black and green patterns, and a small desk facing us with a large green box on it. Our next puzzle, no doubt. A camera next to the desk whirrs to life and turns to us, and we hear a voice that I gotta say, I'm pretty sick of hearing.
"Well, you solved the last puzzle by the skin of your teeth. But this next puzzle is one none of you will survive."
"What, is the puzzle figuring out how to get you to shut the hell up? I'm pretty much convinced that's impossible."
"Just for that, I'm jumping straight to the point."
Heavy metal shutters slam down in front of the windows in the room, an even bigger one behind us cutting off the door we came in from. Then the box bursts apart, one of the panels annoyingly hitting me. But that annoyance quickly turns to fear when I see what that box was hiding. A timer and some wires connected to a pair of dynamite bundles.
"I have had it. I am sick of a trio of worthless, uneducated children besting me. I will not be defeated at my own game again! Not by the likes of you! So now you must solve one of the most difficult riddles I've devised yet. How does one survive a blast of 6 Ibs of C4 in a confined 50 square foot space?!
The timer clicks to life and the number starts at 30. And goes straight down from there. I look at Jackie and nod. He gets the idea and runs over to the door. It was then that Nigma graces us with the oh-so relaxing sound of his incredible, totally not annoying at all voice.
"It's funny how long C4 has been in use. The first plastic explosives where pioneered in the late 19th century and we still use them today. I guess one could say that this will be a blast from the past! HahahahAHAHAAA!!!"
Holy crap that was painful. Luckily, we didn't have to hear any more of Nigma's attempts at playing Joker. Jackie tore down the metal shutter blocking the exit and we ran like hell away from that pier. We where still close enough to the explosion though that we got knocked down by the shockwave, and for the burning embers to rain down on us. I lied there on ground, super thankful that Jackie was their to bust us out and have us escape with every part of our bodies where they should be. But there was something else I was thinking of at the moment, too. That last jab from Nigma."A blast from the past" he said. I smell a hint...
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Credit to r a p h y for the riddle.
Robin Investigates: The Final Puzzle
The ticking got louder and louder as the clock edged closer to zero. Well, to me it did. Steph was tearing that box puzzle apart, flipping sides faster than I could keep up with. I couldn't tell if the look in her eyes was nervousness or just pure fear. I mean, that's a goddamn grenade she's holding and it's rigged to blow! Hell, I was scared, too. Even if the blast doesn't kill us, Brady is done for. So many endings lead to failure, All of those blew out when I looked back at the timer.
5
4
3
2
..........................
2 on the timer. One second to spare. Thank god....I look over to Steph and see something that lightens the situation up a bit. For me, at least. She's holding the Baxter's Box out in front of her, her head turned away and her eyes shut tightly, sweat going down her face. The really funny part was her shivering. Then I look at my hands and realize I'm doing the same damn thing. She opens her eyes, looks back at the box, and realizes she's done it. The sigh of relief from her was one of the best things I've heard all night.
"Well, that was unnecessarily Hollywood...."
"Tell me about it....but good job."
"Thank you...man, I though we were done..."
"So what was your previous record on one of these?"
"You don't wanna know. So, what's the box say?"
"Let's see."
She hands the box off to me and then sits against the wall. Can't blame her. I'd need a breather too after basically solving a puzzle with a gun against my skull. I look at the box for a bit before it disassembles in my hands. Out from the inside of it is another green note, reading:
"To this day by the sea-docks I lay lonely, My purpose was to create merry. Under the cheer, I was the center of fraud, Until the code of the blue-bulls find me did."
"Fraud...sea docks....this sounds familiar."
"Of course. Carnival Pier at Amusement Mile. Where eddy used to work and got busted for fraud. Something ain't right, though..."
"What do you mean?"
"This one was easy. Too easy."
"Yeah, you didn't even have to think hard and make that face."
"Okay, seriously, WHAT FACE?!"
"Anyway! Chances are it's a trap, but we've got nothing else to work with. You ready there, Pulse?"
"I just wanna get out of this place..."
"Alright! Let's go!"
"But...waitaminute!...hey, get back here!"
Seriously, what face?
..........................................................................................................................................
Amusement Mile in general wasn't completely shut down,just moved to another part of town. What remained was an abandoned, decrepit coastline amusement part. And dear god, it's creepy. Half expecting a mutated zombie clown or something to come out from behind the tilt-a-whirls and eat my face off. As least Carnival Pier was abit less spooky, but not by much. We eventually found what we were looking for. A small building about the size of a small apartment with a faded green a black paintsceme and question marks above the door. Too obvious. Too easy. I tell Jackie to be ready to use his powers if necessary, and we all walk in. The room's lighting has an eerie feel, the walls rocking black and green patterns, and a small desk facing us with a large green box on it. Our next puzzle, no doubt. A camera next to the desk whirrs to life and turns to us, and we hear a voice that I gotta say, I'm pretty sick of hearing.
"Well, you solved the last puzzle by the skin of your teeth. But this next puzzle is one none of you will survive."
"What, is the puzzle figuring out how to get you to shut the hell up? I'm pretty much convinced that's impossible."
"Just for that, I'm jumping straight to the point."
Heavy metal shutters slam down in front of the windows in the room, an even bigger one behind us cutting off the door we came in from. Then the box bursts apart, one of the panels annoyingly hitting me. But that annoyance quickly turns to fear when I see what that box was hiding. A timer and some wires connected to a pair of dynamite bundles.
"I have had it. I am sick of a trio of worthless, uneducated children besting me. I will not be defeated at my own game again! Not by the likes of you! So now you must solve one of the most difficult riddles I've devised yet. How does one survive a blast of 6 Ibs of C4 in a confined 50 square foot space?!
The timer clicks to life and the number starts at 30. And goes straight down from there. I look at Jackie and nod. He gets the idea and runs over to the door. It was then that Nigma graces us with the oh-so relaxing sound of his incredible, totally not annoying at all voice.
"It's funny how long C4 has been in use. The first plastic explosives where pioneered in the late 19th century and we still use them today. I guess one could say that this will be a blast from the past! HahahahAHAHAAA!!!"
Holy crap that was painful. Luckily, we didn't have to hear any more of Nigma's attempts at playing Joker. Jackie tore down the metal shutter blocking the exit and we ran like hell away from that pier. We where still close enough to the explosion though that we got knocked down by the shockwave, and for the burning embers to rain down on us. I lied there on ground, super thankful that Jackie was their to bust us out and have us escape with every part of our bodies where they should be. But there was something else I was thinking of at the moment, too. That last jab from Nigma."A blast from the past" he said. I smell a hint...
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Credit to r a p h y for the riddle.