Everyone's Intercom
"Let me explain the environment to you. First, I would like to address the chairs. I once encountered a story named "Bokurano." In the story, several junior high kids are chosen to play a game, and the game is to protect the world from robotic invaders. They are given their own robot to defend their Earth. When they enter their robot, chair appear, one for each of the children. After a few moments, they realize that the chairs were ones that they used. Ironically enough, it resembled them in many ways. It is a brilliant idea, and I instantly fell in love with using objects that someone uses to describe them. It is truly a captivating story and should be looked into once you leave, that is, if you leave. My father got me hooked on researching the messages or references that pop up in a story. One project happened to be the series "Lost." There were many messages that he looked into to help understand the true meaning of the seri… I apologize for trailing off there and trivial things. I always bore people that way. It is a bad habit of mine, and I cannot seem to break it. Moving on to the second thing I would like to address, the color of your room. It resembles the cIassical game of Hangman; a very fitting game for the situation. There are a few changes for the previous game that I would like to bring to your attention. One change is the amount of people playing in this game. There will now be three participants. The next change will be the game of course. We have switch from the game of riddles to a game of hangman. Another change is the amount of tries you get. You will be allowed to guess fourteen letters. The last change is quite obvious. It is the chair in the middle of the room. Make yourself at home."
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Brad tried to ignore the pain, but it would not dissipate. Like the voice had said, it was not enough to burn through, but it sure was at the point where it would almost cause blisters.
"The worst it will do is cause something similar to severe sunburn. It is going to hurt for quite a while, but eventually it will subside." announced the voice.
"I'm not thinking about what will happen. All that matters right now is that it hurts like hell." shot back Brad.
"Wrong, the only thing that really matters right now is the game you are about to play. Look into the left window please."
Brad got up from his chair and walked over to the red side of the room. When he reached the window, the tint started to lighten. Brad realized that the window could now be seen through from both sides. On the other side of the window, Brad could see a neighborhood kid that always tries and be the crap out of him. He could see the kid mouth the words "Help me." He stood on medium table and had a noose around his neck and the remains of a meal could be seen on the floor.
"Why is he here?"
"No time for questions Mr. Smith. Look at the next window."
Irritated that he would not receive an answer, Brad moved to the blue side and gazed into the window. When the tint lightened, Brad could see his brother's wife in a similar situation as the kid from his neighborhood. Feeling helpless, he walked back to his chair and sat down.
"So, what are the rules?"
"As you know, you only have fourteen guesses. For every wrong letter, part of the table in the red room will fall off, but for every right answer, part of the table in the blue room will fall off. If someone dies, you lose a finger. The only way you can save both people and your finger is to solve the puzzle before you get seven right or wrong answers. I will allow you to have a hint. Your answer is a phrase. Let us begin, what is your first letter?"
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"Before you sit down, please move towards the window to the right. I apologize for offering you a seat and then I tell you to stop before you do." apologizes the voice.
"Whatever." mumbled Shauny. As he reached the window, the tint began to clear and Shauny's Tai Chi teacher is standing on a table with a noose around his neck. Shauny flinches, but keeps his cool.
"You think doing this will faze me again." said Shauny attempting to sound humors. "I have already seen someone in a bad situation."
"That is why I brought in a second guest." replied the voice. "Move to the next window and after the person is revealed, please sit down."
Shauny's fists began to shake as he made his way to the second window. When the tint disappears, a well know racist from his school is revealed, who was in the same situation as his teacher. Shauny could barely hold in his anger. Not only did this creep have to involve the ones he loved but also the ones he hates. Shauny returns to his chair as he was ordered.
"Here are the rules. Rule one: You only have a total of fourteen guesses. Rule two: You only have seven right and wrong answers. Rule three: For every wrong letter, the man in the red room will lose a fraction of his table. Rule four: For every right letter, the man in the blue room will lose a fraction of his table. Rule five: If anyone dies, you lose a finger."
"So if I get seven wrong letters, the punk in the red room will die and I will lose a finger, and the only way to save both of them is if I answer the puzzle before I get that many wrong or right answers." asked Shauny.
"Correct, so in reality, you truly only get twelve letters that you can guess at, which is two less than half the alphabet. Your hint: your answer is in the category of "things." Good luck Mr. Takei. What is your first letter?"
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Arthur sits down in his beat up chair and sighs. It was a relief to be able to sit and take a little breather.
"I might actually enjoy this if I had some pizza and whisky." Arthur said to no one in particular.
"You have chosen your reward already Mr. Douglas. It is against the rules to have two rewards for one game. Now, if you would please look at the two windows." the voice said casually. Almost as if he was talking to an annoying colleague at the office.
The tint began to reduce on both sides and two people were revealed. In the red room was the landlord that always gave him hell about paying his rent on time, and in the blue room was an elderly woman that he shared and talked about his origami with. Both were on a table with noose around their necks and crying.
"What the hell are you doing?" shouted Arthur. "They both have families. They don't need to be here."
"You have a family too Mr. Douglas, even if you do not notice it. I also have some sort of family. Everyone is in the same boat here. Just play the game and win, and they will be just fine."
Arthur clamped down his jaw in order to fight back cursing the guy out.
"Let me explain the parts of this case. Part one: You have fourteen guesses. Part two: You are allowed seven right and wrong answers. Part three: You have seven wrong guesses before the person in the red room dies. Part four: You have seven right guesses before you the person in the blue room dies. Part five: If any of the two die, you will lose a finger. You are allowed one hint. The answer to your puzzle is a quotation. Pick your first letter Mr. Douglas."
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Frank sat down at the desk. It felt like he was back in boot camp barely training to be a soldier. It was a very nostalgic feeling. How he had hated those days.
"I will present your game differently than before Mr. Flynn. You are going to have to trust me. Do you?" asked the voice.
"You do not seem like someone that lies or tries to trick people. Everything you have said before came as you said. I trust what you will say." answered Franck a little confused as to why he wanted to know.
"Well said. I am not going to reveal who is behind the windows. The two people are on a table and have a noose on. I have ordered them not to make a sound unless a piece of table falls off. The person in the red room is a convicted terrorist that you failed to kill during one of your earliest missions. In the blue room is your old high school sweetheart, Rebecca Johnson. Here are the restrictions on your game. You are allowed no more than fourteen guesses, seven wrong and seven right guesses. For every wrong guess, the man in the red room will lose a part of his table."
"Let me guess. For every right guess, Rebecca will lose part of her table, and I will end up losing a finger for each person that dies."
"Very impressive Mr. Flynn. I am glad that I picked you to play the game. But you are only partially correct. I will only allow a maximum of one finger to be lost and I will allow you to hear their voices."
"I see. An interesting twist Mr….."
"You may call me Keel. Consider this an honor Mr. Flynn. I did not plan on giving my name to you, but you have entertained me enough to change my mind. Here is the hint that I will give you for solving your puzzle. The answer to your puzzle is a phrase. What will your first letter be?"
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Cnix sat down in his chair and started to tap his fingers on the arm rests.
"How in the world are there seventy-seven people involved in this?" he thought to himself. "This thing is huge!"
"Mr. Blank, if you would draw your attention to the windows." ordered the voice.
Both windows began to reveal what was hidden. In the red room, Cnix's stepmother had a noose around her neck and stood on a table. On the blue side, Kate, one of his best friends, stood in the exact same condition as his stepmother.
"Why did you have to bring those two into the game?"
"Because the game would be boring with just you." stated the voice irritably. "I have already said this. I really do hate repeating myself. No more questions, rewards will be given if you win the game. Here are the pieces of information that you need to know. Piece one: You have only fourteen guesses. Piece two: Only seven right and wrong answers are allowed. Piece three: For every wrong letter, the person in the red room loses a piece of their table. Piece four: For every right letter, the person in the blue room loses a piece of their table. Piece five: If someone dies, you lose a finger."
"So now I have to guess letters and play the game of hangman?" asked Cnix.
"Yes, but first you need to receive your hint. The answer to your puzzle is a phrase. Enjoy. What is your first guess?"
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"Oh, before you sit Mr. Gonzaga, could you please come over to the blue side window, and after that, the red side window?" the voice asked politely.
"Sure. Since you asked so nicely."
Javier walked over to the right window to see that the tint had vanished and in its place was one of Javier's best clients. He laughed at the fact that he appeared in this situation. The guy could never get enough substance to satisfy his urges. The man stood on a table and was crying because of the noose that he had on. Javier then proceeded to the red side window. In the room was a cop that was always on Javier's case. He never stopped his tailing, but was too stupid to know that was executing a deal. His conditions were the same as the man in the other room. Javier gave an evil smile towards the cop then went to sit down.
"I really do like your whole attitude to all this Mr. Gonzaga." declared the voice.
"I am glad you enjoy my presence. May I ask for your name?"
"I think you have earned it. Please, call me Keel from now on. No more distractions. Let me present the rules to you. . Rule one: You only have a total of fourteen guesses. Rule two: You only have seven right and wrong answers. Rule three: For every wrong letter, the man in the red room will lose a fraction of his table. Rule four: For every right letter, the man in the blue room will lose a fraction of his table. Rule five: If anyone dies, you lose a finger. The hint for your puzzle is that your answer is a phrase. What is your first choice?"
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Greg sat in his chair in a rage. He was shaking his leg to calm himself down.
"Mr. Ruff, would you please walk over to the red side windo…" began the voice.
"No!" interrupted Greg. "I don't care who is in there. Just tell me the rules and let me start the game."
"I will allow this disobedience only once, but since you seem extremely irritated, I will allow you to remain sitting. You are only allowed fourteen guesses. Seven wrong ones and seven right ones before someone dies. If someone dies, you will lose a finger. Here is a hint to solving your puzzle. Your answer is a quotation. Chose your first letter."