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Scott felt dizzy from the blows he took to his face, but he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. Lives depended on making this work, including his own.

Whether he was in the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time, that remained to be seen.

He walked into the wrong room for a business meeting representing X-Con Security and instead, ironically enough, found himself face to face with six masked, gunned security breaches fully intent on causing some kind of trouble. He was subdued before he could do anything to stop them though.

Now he was locked in a sealed room in the basement that not even the Ant-Man could sneak out of, after receiving quite a beating for messing up the bad guys’ plans. His only hope was a very old, forgotten telephone line he was trying to electronically tap into to contact anyone on the outside who could help him and the innocents in the floors above him.

“C’mooooooon,” he pleaded quietly as he fumbled with the wires yet again, his words slurring a bit. “Work with me heeeeere. S’mbody answeeer.”

game-master-official

It had been a standard scouting mission, he simply needed a new location for a puzzle, nothing too dangerous.

And then the phone started ringing.

Odd.

"Yes?"

Scott frowned in confusion. The connection wasn’t super strong plus he’s having a hard time focusing. Concussion maybe? He couldn’t tell if this was a voice he recognized, nevertheless, he responded with urgency.

“Uhh, this is Ant-Man, and I’m looking for an Avenger or a superhero or a good guy in general. Someone who can help because there are innocent people in danger!”

game-master-official

"Ah, Mr. Lang." The Game Master cooed, rather pleased at who he was speaking too. "How's life treating you?"

Scott’s frown turned to an angry one, and he was considering hanging up and trying again. But it took a while just to get this guy.

“Hey, were you not listening?! There’s a life and death emergency going on upstairs, and I’m looking for someone who can actually help!”

game-master-official

"I hear well, Mr. Lang," He remained unfazed by Scotts fervent words. "Which floor are you on?"

Scott took a breath or two before answering, “I’m locked in some vault in the basement, but the rest are up on the 1st and 2nd floors.”

game-master-official

"Hang up, call the emergency phone on your floor, just hit # and hold 4 down. I'm one my way." He calmly instructed before hanging up without letting the hero on the other end say anything. Adjusting his trench coats collar to further conceal his identity, he made his way to the stairs

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Scott felt dizzy from the blows he took to his face, but he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. Lives depended on making this work, including his own.

Whether he was in the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time, that remained to be seen.

He walked into the wrong room for a business meeting representing X-Con Security and instead, ironically enough, found himself face to face with six masked, gunned security breaches fully intent on causing some kind of trouble. He was subdued before he could do anything to stop them though.

Now he was locked in a sealed room in the basement that not even the Ant-Man could sneak out of, after receiving quite a beating for messing up the bad guys’ plans. His only hope was a very old, forgotten telephone line he was trying to electronically tap into to contact anyone on the outside who could help him and the innocents in the floors above him.

“C’mooooooon,” he pleaded quietly as he fumbled with the wires yet again, his words slurring a bit. “Work with me heeeeere. S’mbody answeeer.”

game-master-official

It had been a standard scouting mission, he simply needed a new location for a puzzle, nothing too dangerous.

And then the phone started ringing.

Odd.

"Yes?"

Scott frowned in confusion. The connection wasn’t super strong plus he’s having a hard time focusing. Concussion maybe? He couldn’t tell if this was a voice he recognized, nevertheless, he responded with urgency.

“Uhh, this is Ant-Man, and I’m looking for an Avenger or a superhero or a good guy in general. Someone who can help because there are innocent people in danger!”

game-master-official

"Ah, Mr. Lang." The Game Master cooed, rather pleased at who he was speaking too. "How's life treating you?"

Scott’s frown turned to an angry one, and he was considering hanging up and trying again. But it took a while just to get this guy.

“Hey, were you not listening?! There’s a life and death emergency going on upstairs, and I’m looking for someone who can actually help!”

game-master-official

"I hear well, Mr. Lang," He remained unfazed by Scotts fervent words. "Which floor are you on?"

((Open starter for any interested!))

Scott felt dizzy from the blows he took to his face, but he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. Lives depended on making this work, including his own.

Whether he was in the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time, that remained to be seen.

He walked into the wrong room for a business meeting representing X-Con Security and instead, ironically enough, found himself face to face with six masked, gunned security breaches fully intent on causing some kind of trouble. He was subdued before he could do anything to stop them though.

Now he was locked in a sealed room in the basement that not even the Ant-Man could sneak out of, after receiving quite a beating for messing up the bad guys’ plans. His only hope was a very old, forgotten telephone line he was trying to electronically tap into to contact anyone on the outside who could help him and the innocents in the floors above him.

“C’mooooooon,” he pleaded quietly as he fumbled with the wires yet again, his words slurring a bit. “Work with me heeeeere. S’mbody answeeer.”

game-master-official

It had been a standard scouting mission, he simply needed a new location for a puzzle, nothing too dangerous.

And then the phone started ringing.

Odd.

"Yes?"

Scott frowned in confusion. The connection wasn’t super strong plus he’s having a hard time focusing. Concussion maybe? He couldn’t tell if this was a voice he recognized, nevertheless, he responded with urgency.

“Uhh, this is Ant-Man, and I’m looking for an Avenger or a superhero or a good guy in general. Someone who can help because there are innocent people in danger!”

game-master-official

"Ah, Mr. Lang." The Game Master cooed, rather pleased at who he was speaking too. "How's life treating you?"

((Open starter for any interested!))

Scott felt dizzy from the blows he took to his face, but he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. Lives depended on making this work, including his own.

Whether he was in the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time, that remained to be seen.

He walked into the wrong room for a business meeting representing X-Con Security and instead, ironically enough, found himself face to face with six masked, gunned security breaches fully intent on causing some kind of trouble. He was subdued before he could do anything to stop them though.

Now he was locked in a sealed room in the basement that not even the Ant-Man could sneak out of, after receiving quite a beating for messing up the bad guys’ plans. His only hope was a very old, forgotten telephone line he was trying to electronically tap into to contact anyone on the outside who could help him and the innocents in the floors above him.

“C’mooooooon,” he pleaded quietly as he fumbled with the wires yet again, his words slurring a bit. “Work with me heeeeere. S’mbody answeeer.”

game-master-official

It had been a standard scouting mission, he simply needed a new location for a puzzle, nothing too dangerous.

And then the phone started ringing.

Odd.

"Yes?"

idontlikedicktionaries

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

Who wants to play a game?

game-master-official

Tell me, Kayla.

Hint to puzzle 4?

Quite a simple cipher, actually. Remember the first alphabet? Numerals to numbers, numbers to [REDACTED]

#dare to play #the game master #Puzzle 4 #Series one

Remember the 7th?

Correct, player. Keep this in mind, it may serve you well. It may also save your life.

Enter Puzzle 4

#dare to play #the game master #Puzzle 3 #Series one

Puzzle #5 - Diamond in the rough ****

(In this Game, each player will have one-on-one role-play with this acc, do not submit answers to inbox and do not interact unless you have played all the way from the beginning. Also, this puzzle is choose your own adventure with 6 possible endings, so you need only choose.)

[[player may ask one question about the Game Master during this game if you so wish]]

“BREAKING NEWS: The Hope Diamond is missing!” A newspaper clipping falls to your feet as you wake up in an empty room with only one door and a small peephole in said door. You read the small piece of paper and looked around. Had you been framed? Were you in jail?

“Don’t look so surprised, Player. You asked for this.” The Game Master’s voice echoed in the metal room, making you jump. “You have one final puzzle before I let you go. Of course if you fail, you may never see daylight again.”

A chill ran up your spine, perhaps from the chill in the room. Everything the Game Master did and said was somehow the coldest thing you could have heard. “Oh c’mon, don’t look at me like that.” He said as you spun around. A figure in a fedora stood behind you, apparently you were in a cell, a layer of bars were between you and him.

“Where am I?” You couldn’t help but ask. It was a rational question, after all.

“My land.” Even though his face was hidden, you could practically see his grin. “Your puzzle lies ahead.” He reached through the bars— not through the gaps, but the bars themselves like he was a ghoul— and plucked the paper from your fingers. “You job is to find the Hope Diamond hidden somewhere in this warehouse. There are six possible endings, only one being your success. The others…well, I’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” He seemed to wink with his voice.

“You have to let me out to, genius.” You smarted before he wordlessly opened the lock on your cell and swung open the door, vanishing in the movement. You were on your own now.

1. enter the door to your left

2. Enter the door to your right

To begin puzzle 5, reblog with the number of the choice you have selected.

#dare to play #the game master #Puzzle5 #Series one

Puzzle #4 - Colosseum ***

Time to recall our origins. Before the number system we have today, the Romans developed a tally system called, unsurprisingly, Roman Numerals.

To give you a start, simply remember V is 5 and X is ten.

XX-XVIII-XXI-XIX-XX

XIV-XV-XX

XX-VIII-V

VI-IX-XVIII-XIX-XX

XII-V-VI-XIX

To receive a hint or present the solution, send to inbox

#dare to play #the game master #Puzzle 4 #Series one

oh-to-be-a-murderer

Player. Are you prepared to play again? @game-master-official

YES YEZ YES

game-master-official

Enter Puzzle 3

Puzzle #3 - Quoth the Raven

degree of difficulty ***

This puzzle will perhaps present a challenge. A hidden message is somewhere in this poem. To find it, you must take your time, follow the key to find the message.

[line]-[word]-[letter in word] — i.e.: 3-5-2

--

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I was pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Nameless here for evermore.

--

Key:

1-5-2 6-2-1- -7-2-3

1-6-5 6-4-4 7-4-2

2-2-1. 6-5-4 9-6-1

2-7-6 10-4-5

4-9-1 10-11-3

4-10-5 11-5-7

5-5-5 11-7-2

5-9-7--

To receive a hint off present the solution, send to inbox.

#dare to play #the game master #Puzzle3

just-like-her-father

Early morning, Saturday

Charlotte's phone rings but only once before a message begins to recite.

"Hello, Ms. Stark. Don't try to pick up, theres nothing to pick up. I'm not really here.

"You have a beau, no? Well, James is currently in the safest location he can be, but he won't be coming back unless you yourself find a way to bring him back. A puzzle has been sent to your email. Please come to 15th Avenue alone with the correct answer.

"I look forward to working with you, Charlotte.' The voice seems to tilt his hat before it fizzled out.

[< @game-master-official >]

Charlotte was already halfway awake when the phone buzzed. Stark mornings rarely started peacefully—too many late nights, too much caffeine in the bloodstream—but this felt different. The ring hadn’t even made it to the second chime before the message hijacked the line.

She sat up slowly, brows knitting as the voice echoed into her otherwise still apartment. Calm. Measured. Male. Artificially polite. The kind of voice that smiled while twisting a knife.

Her heart didn’t jump—but her breath did catch for a second at the name.

James.

The message ended. Silence flooded in.

Charlotte was already moving—swinging her legs off the bed, bare feet finding cold hardwood, reaching for the tablet by her desk. Her fingers flew across the screen, pulling up her inbox.

The puzzle had better be good. Because if this sick bastard wanted her attention, he just got it.

And if James was hurt—no, gone—because of her?

Then someone was about to learn why no one ever kidnaps a Stark's beau.

game-master-official

The Puzzle appeared in her inbox, a flashing message indicating it would only remain 24 hours then it would destroy itself.

Decode the following name: KVIIB NZHLM

just-like-her-father

Charlotte’s eyes narrowed as she stared at the cipher: KVIIB NZHLM. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, running through common ciphers until one clicked.

“A Caesar cipher, shifted by three,” she said aloud, decoding in her head.

She shifted each letter backward by three:

The message revealed itself: HFFY KWEIJ — nonsense.

She frowned. That couldn’t be right.

Then she realized the puzzle was a ROT-13 cipher — a classic.

She applied ROT-13:

XIVVO AMUYZ

Still meaningless.

Charlotte paused, then tried reversing the letters and then applying Caesar shift.

Reversing the string: MLHZN BIIVK

Then shifting backward by one:

“LKGYM AHHUJ...” Still no.

She sighed.

Then, with a flash of insight, she realized it was a Vigenère cipher, with a key likely related to James.

She typed “JAMES” as the key and decrypted:

SECRET HAVEN

game-master-official

"Painfully incorrect, my dear." The Game Master's voice cooed after she submitted the solution. "You're overthinking it. Tell you what, you get one hint, and one more chance to save your beau. Fair enough?"

//I'm working on puzzles instead of being on Tumblr. Happy now?//

#Chaos speaks #dare to play #ooc post #Puzzle maker

//I estimate approximately two weeks before all the puzzles are complete and ready to post. I set a timeline for them all and still need to finalize and rate them.

Keep an eye out, players//

#the game master #dare to play #Chaos speaks #Mod speaks #Ooc #out of character.

Perry Mason??

K -> P

V -> E

I -> R

I -> R

B -> Y

N -> M

Z -> A

H -> S

L -> O

M -> N

Perry Mason played by Raynond Burr? [Had to Google that]

Correct, Player.

Your next challenge lies among the letter of tomorrow.

#dare to play #the game master #Puzzle #1

just-like-her-father

Early morning, Saturday

Charlotte's phone rings but only once before a message begins to recite.

"Hello, Ms. Stark. Don't try to pick up, theres nothing to pick up. I'm not really here.

"You have a beau, no? Well, James is currently in the safest location he can be, but he won't be coming back unless you yourself find a way to bring him back. A puzzle has been sent to your email. Please come to 15th Avenue alone with the correct answer.

"I look forward to working with you, Charlotte.' The voice seems to tilt his hat before it fizzled out.

[< @game-master-official >]

Charlotte was already halfway awake when the phone buzzed. Stark mornings rarely started peacefully—too many late nights, too much caffeine in the bloodstream—but this felt different. The ring hadn’t even made it to the second chime before the message hijacked the line.

She sat up slowly, brows knitting as the voice echoed into her otherwise still apartment. Calm. Measured. Male. Artificially polite. The kind of voice that smiled while twisting a knife.

Her heart didn’t jump—but her breath did catch for a second at the name.

James.

The message ended. Silence flooded in.

Charlotte was already moving—swinging her legs off the bed, bare feet finding cold hardwood, reaching for the tablet by her desk. Her fingers flew across the screen, pulling up her inbox.

The puzzle had better be good. Because if this sick bastard wanted her attention, he just got it.

And if James was hurt—no, gone—because of her?

Then someone was about to learn why no one ever kidnaps a Stark's beau.

game-master-official

The Puzzle appeared in her inbox, a flashing message indicating it would only remain 24 hours then it would destroy itself.

Decode the following name: KVIIB NZHLM

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