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| The Safe ($1 Mill Prize) | Started by: Tribes on Oct 03, '07 20:23 |
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((rules and info is in OCC)) As you walk down the street one day, you notice a very large safe in front of the general store that you pass every day. Because you are fairly certain that it was not there the last time you past, you stop to look at it. After several minutes of gazing that the profoundly large object, you notice that there is a letter tapped to the outside. Quickly swooping down, you grab the letter and carefully open it. As you remove the contents with the grace of a swan you notice that there are several other people reading a letter that looks very similar to your own. Not wanting to waist another second, you look finish removing the contents of the letter and begin reading. From SiterB, I have left this safe to the mafia world to prove that with enough motivation, mobsters still have some brains left. The man that can open this safe shall prove that fact to me and my associates. The safe that this letter has been placed upon contains exactly 1 Million Dollars, and whoever can figure out how to open the safe will become the owner of that money. You may use any means necessary to become the person that obtains the money. The only rule in this competition is winning. All the clues that you need to find the combination are in place. The rest is up to you. 010101000110100001101001011100110010000001101001011100110010000001101110 011011110111010000100000011101000110100001100101001000000110001101101111 011011010110001001101001011011100110000101110100011010010110111101101110 001000000111100101101111011101010010000001110011011001010110010101101011 001011100010000001001001001000000111011101101001011011000110110000100000 011101000110010101101100011011000010000001111001011011110111010100100000 011101000110100001101001011100110010110000100000011101110110100001100101 011011100010000001110010011001010110011001100101011100100111001001101001 011011100110011100100000011101000110111100100000011101000110100001100101 001000000110001101101111011011010110001001101001011011100110000101110100 011010010110111101101110001110110010000001100001001000000110010001110010 011101010110111001101011001000000111011101101111011101010110110001100100 001000000110100001100001011101100110010100100000011000010110111000100000 011001010110000101110011011010010110010101110010001000000111010001101001 011011010110010100100000011011110110011000100000011010010111010000101110 Jura Erssrevat gb gur ynfg, Ybbx gb FvgreO I love the cities of New Orleans, Chicago, and Las Vegas. Confused yet... Let my famous quote guide you... "Though I am not real, I do exist to the viewers" -SiterB 1931-1959 CLUE: It is a 3 number lock with... none mother Ree |
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Rinaldi_Manovanni approaches the safe. What in the hell is this? All these damn numbers and this jack ass wants me to think of something? He takes out a pen and paper and jots down everything written on the note. Hmm i guess this sounds like a bit of fun. |
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| Reply by: Rinaldi_Manovanni at Oct 03, '07 20:28 | |
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Rhett takes a look at the letter after Mr R Manovanni has completed jotting down the necessary information. He takes out a small notebook from within his jacket pocket and begins to do the same. Taking a quick glance at the lettering at the bottom, he smirks contently to himself and the returns the book to his inner pocket, turning to Rinaldi. Best of luck to you. He nods slightly and continues walking down the street and back to his headquarters. |
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| Reply by: Rhett at Oct 03, '07 20:35 | |
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Tribes walks up to the safe that lay ironically on the street. He looking down he sees a peace of tan paper on the ground. Seeing that several other gangsters are reading a tan paper that is similar in nature, he picks it up and begins to read. After several seconds of processing he smirks and hands the paper to a civilian standing next to him. "SiterB eh? I don't know what that all means, but I am sure this will get interesting" As he begins to walk away he slides his hand into his coat to make sure that his gun is still there. Satisfied with what he finds he continues more swiftly towards his destination |
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| Reply by: Tribes at Oct 03, '07 20:39 | |
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BrianArao climbs down from his lofty HQ to speak to the masses. This is an excellent idea, good luck to you all! |
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| Reply by: BrianArao at Oct 03, '07 20:39 | |
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Rinaldi looks at his notebook with a puzzled expression Thank you.. I'm gonna need it!!! He strolls off mumbling to himself Now what in the hell are ... And this is says what.... But i don't..... |
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| Reply by: Rinaldi_Manovanni at Oct 03, '07 20:40 | |
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Starts heading down the street corner when a gangster alerts him of the safe he just walked by. He looks around to find a letter that everyone else knows so much about. He glances at the letter then jolts towards an old lady and takes her purse. Then he takes the money from the purse and says, "This will be the best day of my life already starting out so great!" Pulls out his gun ready to kill some gangsters. Before you know it he vanished into the fog that rolled in 2 hours ago when no one noticed! |
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| Reply by: Fate at Oct 03, '07 20:48 | |
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Walks down the street to see a few mafioso's reading a piece of brown paper, Picks it up and takes a read. Hmmm, What the hell... Eyes go blank and passes slams into the nearest civilian... The moneys mine!... Damn what am I saying.... I cant win this. Strightens the jacket of the civilian, and passes him the note along with $100.. Good luck to you all, I hope the best mafioso wins... |
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| Reply by: Tank-Mage at Oct 03, '07 20:51 | |
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Frustrated, Rhett storms back down the street to the safe, knocking aside the nearest civilian that's busy staring at the note. He begins to mutter under his breath. Goddamn handwriting... zero, zero, one, one, zero... He snatches the paper and makes a few adjustments to what he had written previously in his notebook. Instead of going back to his headquarters to work on the puzzle, he decides to stick around for a bit. There were bound to be more clues. |
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| Reply by: Rhett at Oct 03, '07 21:12 | |
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Taking the letter in hand and see the numbers Apul_Madeek-Auod rips the paper in half tearing off the numbers. Hmmm he thinks to him self. "Why the numbers. Looks like my pay check a bunch of zeros enclosed by ones." he laughs to himself while looking over the shoulders of those standing around |
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| Reply by: Apul_Madeek-Auod at Oct 03, '07 21:18 | |
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[note: OOC] While in the middle of his time-honored, late-night "code and coffee" ritual, Mario makes a slight typo that causes the sky to fall. Unfortunately for Mario, his "home in the sky", was just that--a home in the sky. You hear a loud thud and quickly turn around to see a large cloud of dust, crushed goldfish snack crackers, and a saucy, brown substance. As the thick, saucy cloud settles, you begin to discern a large, human-shaped mass resting in what appears to be a puddle of A1 steak sauce. As you look more carefully, you realize that the "large mass" is actually the "Fairy Queen" known as Mario. Mario stands up, brushes his suit off, and replaces his fedora atop his head. After looking around for a few seconds and nodding at people, he uses his uber god powers to convert the remnants of BrianArao's HQ into a recliner and coffee maker. After brewing a pot of coffee and conjuring up an issue of The Mafia Tribune, Mario sits down in the recliner, glancing up occasionally from his paper to look around as new people enter the room. |
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| Reply by: Mario at Oct 03, '07 21:18 | |
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| What a nice recliner Apul_Madeek-Auod thought to himself. Sitting in the thinking position could help solve this riddle. | |
| Reply by: Apul_Madeek-Auod at Oct 03, '07 21:21 | |
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Apul-Madeek-Auod looks at Mario and asks "Where did you get such a nice recliner in a place like this?" |
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| Reply by: Apul_Madeek-Auod at Oct 03, '07 21:24 | |
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Tribes walk up to the huddle and mass confusion around the safe. "Ok, Ok, since I am already well off enough that I can not be assed in competing in this competition; I guess I will have to organize it. Anybody that wants to try there combination, line up behind me. Tell me what it is, I will enter it for you, and if I can open it, the money is all yours. If not, Get the fuck to the back of the line and try again." Tribes then stands and waits. |
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| Reply by: Tribes at Oct 03, '07 21:26 | |
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| Mario reaches into the bottomless pockets of his suit and draws a shiny, pink revolver. With a pull of the trigger, Apul-Madeek-Auod's limp body is smote upon the Steak Sauce-soaked floor. Everyone looks up, but afraid to stare too long, quickly returns to his business. "No questions," Mario grumbles, repositioning himself on his satin recliner and returning his attention to his now blood-spattered copy of the Mafia Tribune. | |
| Reply by: Mario at Oct 03, '07 21:31 | |
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| BrianArao strolls in and punches Mario in the balls | |
| Reply by: BrianArao at Oct 03, '07 21:33 | |
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Apul_Madeek-Auod pulling himself off of the floor thanking himself for wearing his bullet proof vest Looks up at tribes and gets in line behind him I think I got the answer sir! |
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| Reply by: Apul_Madeek-Auod at Oct 03, '07 21:37 | |
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Mario laughs at BriaArao. BrianArao, everyone knows that Fairy Queens do not have balls... |
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| Reply by: Mario at Oct 03, '07 21:38 | |
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| Apul_Madeek-Auod taps Tribes on the shoulder and hands him a piece of paper with a combo on it | |
| Reply by: Apul_Madeek-Auod at Oct 03, '07 21:56 | |
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Apul pokes Tribes again Are you sleeping sir? I have the combo! |
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| Reply by: Apul_Madeek-Auod at Oct 03, '07 22:12 | |
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