[Game 21] Group 2

[arsgoetia]

After the blackout, a dim glow returns to the train car. You can feel yourselves still rattling along the tracks, and the world seems to be rushing by outside in bits and flashes, an occasional pulse of color. Some of that ambience starts to fill the train compartment with a sickly blue light.

Rattle, rattle. Rattle, rattle.

Most of you feel . . . fine, physically unhurt, just maybe a little hungover from what just hit you, like waking up with a headache and a dry mouth. You do have the memory of pain, of how that unpleasant, searing sensation pulsed through you; but it's just a shadow now.

For those that are spiritually or magically sensitive, something is definitely wrong. Your senses feel a little dulled and constricted, like a weight is pressing down on you.

There are two exits to your compartment: one moving up the train towards First Class and the conductor, the other leading back, where you know there's at least one more passenger car behind you.

On each door, there is a glowing sigil of a watchful eye, an unwavering and unpleasant blue.

Comments

[monere]

[grabbin' for the next one]

[arsgoetia]

Hale waits until that one appears and then taps a light too.

When you've gone through all thirteen lights, turning them on and off, here's the jumble of words you have:

- formless
- end
- as
- return
- so
- and
- world
- nothingness
- the
- life
- must
- was
- void

[ancestuous]

[I hope someone wrote this down]

Is this a password for the door?

[arsgoetia]

"Probably? We probably have to input it somehow."

[monere]

So it's probably about figuring the order they go in.

[arsgoetia]

"Agreed."

[ancestuous]

Yes.

[going over to the laser door let's go]

[arsgoetia]

"Uh, I don't see any way to put words in there?" Hale follows.

[monere]

I thought they were attached to the lasers?

[arsgoetia]

"I mean, let's think this through," Hale says. "We have lil button lights that turn on and off, and words in a random order that the buttons gave us, and lasers that we can't get through in the same color. I think unless we wanna risk disrupting the lasers, or we think reciting the words is enough, we have to do something with the buttons."

[ancestuous]

I see - we do them in the order of the correct sentence. If we're wrong, it will keep harming us.

What word would likely start a sentence? "The"?

[monere]

[propping a hand under her chin, looking thoughtful (and vaguely annoyed)]

'The world must end' would be relevant here, right? But what about the rest of it?

[arsgoetia]

"That leaves us with, uh. 'Formless as return so and nothingness life was void'."

[ancestuous]

There are a lot of options.

[arsgoetia]

"Well, let's start toying with making sentences, I guess. I wish I had my phone." He shakes it; the electronics are dead.

[monere]

The world must end ... and formless nothingness? So formless nothingness? and return as formless void, as life was nothingness?

[she doesnt word a lot]

[ancestuous]

Life was void and formless as nothingness? So the world must end... return?

[arsgoetia]

"I'm not sure it'll let us use the same word twice, I accidentally double pressed return and it erased before rewriting," Hale says. "Maybe if we can find a way to not tack one on the end, the hot guy here might be onto something."

[monere]

Life was void and formless as nothingness ... so must return the world ... end.

No, that's got the same issue, doesn't it ...

[arsgoetia]

"I guess we could try the first couple of word buttons and see if anything happens?" Hale suggests. "If we think it starts with 'life was'."

[ancestuous]

Let's try it.

[going to the "life" and "was" buttons]

[arsgoetia]

'Life' appears on your arm, but when you press 'was', it erases itself and 'was' appears instead.

"Guess we don't know if that's as intended or not, but it seems like a reset to me," Hale says.

[rollwillpowercheck]

[coming over from the red puzzle.]

"The world was formless and void." That's Genesis, right?

[innerdemon]

[also coming over] Yeah. Before the creation.

[monere]

Oh, shit, don't out me as a bad Catholic.