String fullTitle = 'Input';
int postNumber = 5954878;
String image = '1710814982686547.png';
String date = '03/18/24(Mon)22:23:02';
String comment = 'Hello Again Children.
I Apologize For The Interruption.
Would You Like To Play Again?
}=> PLAY
}=> RULES
}=> CODE';
'>>5954878
}=> RULES';
'>>5954878
>}=> PLAY
Knowing how to play is for pussies, we go in blind like men.';
'>>5954885
+1';
'>>5954885
I mean, if you say it like that...
>>5954878
}=> PLAY';
'>>5954878
We're gonna end up back looking this screen if we don't play by
>RULES';
'>>5954878
>}=> CODE
Give me the meta!';
'>>5954878
Sigh
>Spend time reading both rules and code so the gremlins are satisfied';
'}=> ENTER CODE DASNIC60';
'Up up down down left right left right B A';
'>>5954878
IDDQD?';
'}=> Rules
This Was A Favorite Of Your Predecessor.
The Game Is Triptych. Observe - Three Spools Sit Above You, Each Containing A TOTAL THREAD. Each Thread Belongs To A Citizen Of Your Kingdom.
All Shall Be Touched By Death Today.
One Shall Be A MARTYR
One Shall Be A VICTIM.
One Shall Be A KILLER.
}=> Your Task
Determine Who Shall Play Which Role. Give Commands To Shape The Course Of Destiny.
Ensure The MARTYR Dies By Fate.
Save The VICTIM.
Sever The Thread Of The KILLER.
You May CUT Only One Thread.
Should You Steal A Death From Fate, The Game Is Over.
Should The Victim Die, The Game Is Over.
Should You Sever The Wrong Thread, The Game Is Over.
Switch Between INPUTS At Any Time By Selecting That }=> COLOR.
Enjoy, My Sweets.
}=> RETURN
}=> PLAY
}=> CODE';
'>>5958990
>}=> PLAY';
'}=> PLAY
~~~Initializing~~~
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OLOOM{set}=> ACTIVE
SCISS{set}=> ACTIVE
INPUT{set}=> RED
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
~~~Connected~~~
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{Begin.}
"-ssionary work in the past, though it proved to be fruitless in the end. Without any potable water, the village was forced to relocate. I told Papa from the outset, to those people, any patch of mud is as good as the next. Why complain?"
Your ears are ringing. The back of your throat grinds thickly as you swallow, full of congealed smoke. The portly little man hasn't noticed that your eyes are fixed on the nearby mirror- not that he's paused to allow for any real conversation thus far. The man you see in the reflection.. He looks tired, face weathered, his dark, pin-sharp eyes set over dark purple bags; yet, with pitch black hair only slightly graying at the temples, you suppose you might be younger than you initially supposed, if only far worse for wear.
The room behind you bustles with the warmth of hundreds of bodies, the smell of ambergris and caviar, and the kind of people who have the raw charisma to convince one another that fish eggs and whale vomit are, in fact, quite chique.
Cynicism seems to pervade your entire body. Your host must truly despise being here, but with each absent nod, you can feel a deep, guttural rumbling of your stomach. You're so hungry it hurts, and it's all you can do right now not to pounce on one of the waiters and hoover up a whole tray of hors d'oeuvres like an animal. You're here for a reason, and you get the notion that the man rambling about pygmies may be your employer.
}=>_';
}