A curious parcel arrived last night

Nobody has warned you about this yet…I strongly suggest you check for any inscription that says “Lament Configuration”. :eek:

[QUOTE=ShibbOleth]
I know the first part is correct, I get emails from her all of the time. Sometimes I get them from her cousins in other countries. Even today I got one from a man in Hong Kong.
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But… I haven’t emailed you in awhile!

:wink:

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? :smiley:

[QUOTE=Shirley Ujest]
…And Nazi’s.
It ain’t an adventure story unless Nazi’s are involved.
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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.

[QUOTE=eleanorigby]
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…
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Anyone knows the whereabouts of the Hope diamond?

It’s in the Smithsonian.

IT’S BEAUTIFUL!!!

face melts off skull

[QUOTE=Duck Duck Goose]
It’s in the Smithsonian.

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Duck Duck Goose, you are not fun at all. :wink:

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…

[QUOTE=MissRancher]
I think you need to post some pictures of this box so we can get a better idea of how it might be opened…
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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.

[QUOTE=shamrock227]
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?
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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.

[QUOTE=Ale]
Duck Duck Goose, you are not fun at all. :wink:
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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.

[QUOTE=SnakesCatLady]
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?
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You know, I’m so thinking Cenobites right about now…

[QUOTE=MissRancher]
I think you need to post some pictures of this box so we can get a better idea of how it might be opened…
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pretty please

[QUOTE=Zebra]
I got a brand new mystery stong box, you got a brand new key.
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If I have that goddamned song in my head for the rest of the day, I will personally hunt you down and kill you.

[QUOTE=Balance]
The “artifact” he sent seems to be a smallish box of extraordinary design. The entire outer surface consists of rounded, overlapping tiles. Each tile can be pressed inward slightly, as if supported by a spring. It is roughly a foot in all dimensions at its widest point, tapering to perhaps six inches wide and four high at the opposite end. The whole is composed of dark—almost black—wood, with a slick, waxy feel to it.

I suppose it will come as no surprise that there is no obvious way to open it.
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That may not be such a bad thing…

“What’s your pleasure, Mr. Balance?”

“The box.”

“Take it, it’s yours. It always was.”