Nobody has warned you about this yet…I strongly suggest you check for any inscription that says “Lament Configuration”. :eek:
But… I haven’t emailed you in awhile!
I’ll bet it’s precious jewels. And those jewels have a curse upon them. 'Ware, Balance, you take your life in your hands when you open that box…
{raises hand furiously} I know! I know! The tiles are a puzzle and the puzzle the key to opening the box!
What do I win? 
Not the dreaded Illinois Nazis, I hope. I hate Illinois Nazis.
A story like this coming from a person who has live-action role-playing listed as an interest - I am dubious.
But eager to hear more of it, nonetheless.
Anyone knows the whereabouts of the Hope diamond?
It’s in the Smithsonian.
IT’S BEAUTIFUL!!!
face melts off skull
Duck Duck Goose, you are not fun at all. 
There’s a map in the box, I just know it.
If I bring extra Diet Coke to share, can I mooch some popcorn off someone?
I think you need to post some pictures of this box so we can get a better idea of how it might be opened…
Balance said the tiles could be depressed; obviously they must be depressed in a certain order to gain entrance into the container. Wonder how many tiles there are?
All this buildup for an ancient Egyptian Rubik’s cube.
Feh.
You can keep your Diet Coke, but I’ll share my cookies with you.
A map! That’s perfect! A map and one lone dessicated finger… Then, as Balance is thinking about these clues, a hand clamps down on his shoulder… :eek:
Psh.
Surely it’s a cooler storage device.
For there was evil in a cooler once. As those how have dwelt here long must know.
Everyone knows that the diamond there is just a paste replica. The real diamond was stolen years ago. But I don’t think it ended up in Cairo.
Balance please describe/show us the tiles. We love a good mystery.
And have you contacted Interpol about your missing friend Digger? Maybe there is a smart Belgian on the force who could track him (or, heaven forbid, his killers) down.
You know, I’m so thinking Cenobites right about now…
pretty please
If I have that goddamned song in my head for the rest of the day, I will personally hunt you down and kill you.
That may not be such a bad thing…
“What’s your pleasure, Mr. Balance?”
“The box.”
“Take it, it’s yours. It always was.”