3CHAMBERS {CHAMBER THREE}

#161

{Scan current room for items}

#162

Mongoose wrote:{Scan current room for items}

The first thing you notice are the sixteen bookcases filled with books.

In the center of the room, on top of the computer, is a pistol loaded with a single bullet.

The possibilities with the gun run through your head. If I kill the Murderer now, I have almost unlimited time to solve the puzzle, and get out of here! But, if I guess wrong, I would be stuck alone with the killer.

Those are the only items immediately available.

#163

Turnip Head has left the saferoom.

The saferoom is now permanently closed.

#164

{take bullet out of chamber}

{hide bullet]

{read book titles}

{take down numbers from book cases}

#165

Mongoose wrote:{take bullet out of chamber}

{hide bullet]

The gun is seemingly designed in order to ensure no one can tamper with the bullet. You can find no way of opening the chamber.

Mongoose wrote:
{read book titles}

QUADRANT 1

N: The Qur'an
W: Flatland
S: The Jungle Book
E: Sun, Moon, Talia

QUADRANT 2

N: How Green Is My Valley
W: The Little Vampire
S: The Queen of Spades
E: Quo Vadis

QUADRANT 3

N: True History
W: The Aeneid
S: Escape to Witch Mountain
E: Uncle Tom's Cabin

QUADRANT 4

N: The Monk
W: Queen of the Black Coast
S: Pride & Prejudice
E: Scaramouche

Mongoose wrote:{take down numbers from book cases}

The bookcases have no numbers on them. Only a "N", "W", "S", and "E" depending on what cardinal direction the bookcase is facing.

#166

Another day, another blackout.

You sit on the floor, biding your time.

Nothing out of the "ordinary" seems to happen, and when the lights turn on, nothing seems to be changed.

#167

{touch all the books}

(to see if there is a secret passageway)

#168

I pick up the .44 pistol.

#169

Mongoose wrote:{touch all the books}

(to see if there is a secret passageway)

You run your fingers over all f the books, examining to see anything hidden, but you find nothing.

#170

Turnip Head wrote:I pick up the .44 pistol.

Turnip Head has the pistol.

#171

The computer screen lights up with the following message.

MEJFPUMSHCHLTQATMQATMQTHTALAEQHS

HERO

#172

{observe:
N: The Qur'an
W: Flatland
S: The Jungle Book
E: Sun, Moon, Talia}

{observe:
N: How Green Is My Valley
W: The Little Vampire
S: The Queen of Spades
E: Quo Vadis }

{observe:
N: True History
W: The Aeneid
S: Escape to Witch Mountain
E: Uncle Tom's Cabin}

{observe:
N: The Monk
W: Queen of the Black Coast
S: Pride & Prejudice
E: Scaramouche}

(Looking at the individually books/contents now)

#173

TH - Any idea about the cipher above that the host posted?

#174

Mongoose wrote:{observe:
N: The Qur'an Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 14 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 1 written on the first page of the novel.
W: Flatland Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 4 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 15 written on the first page of the novel.
S: The Jungle Book Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 3 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 7 written on the first page of the novel.
E: Sun, Moon, Talia} Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 8 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 13 written on the first page of the novel.

{observe:
N: How Green Is My Valley Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 9 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 11 written on the first page of the novel.
W: The Little Vampire Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 12 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 16 written on the first page of the novel.
S: The Queen of Spades Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 22 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 24 written on the first page of the novel.
E: Quo Vadis } Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 18 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 17 written on the first page of the novel.

{observe:
N: True History Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 20 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 27 written on the first page of the novel.
W: The Aeneid Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 19 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 26 written on the first page of the novel.
S: Escape to Witch Mountain Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 2 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 23 written on the first page of the novel.
E: Uncle Tom's Cabin} Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 6 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 25 written on the first page of the novel.

{observe:
N: The Monk Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 21 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 28 written on the first page of the novel.
W: Queen of the Black Coast Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 30 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 10 written on the first page of the novel.
S: Pride & Prejudice Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 5 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 29 written on the first page of the novel.
E: Scaramouche} Taking the book off of the shelve, you notice the number 32 written on the cover. Opening the book up, you see the number 31 written on the first page of the novel. But the novel is not normal. Instead of Scaramouche, the book is filled with the letter "H" repeated over and over again.

#175

I can't focus right now. Swimming will be the end of me. I would take refuge in the safe room, but only if INH allows me to throw parties in there.

#176

Lizzy wrote: I can't focus right now. Swimming will be the end of me. I would take refuge in the safe room, but only if INH allows me to throw parties in there.

You flip the saferoom switch, but nothing happens. The saferoom is closed.

#177

insertnamehere wrote:
Lizzy wrote: I can't focus right now. Swimming will be the end of me. I would take refuge in the safe room, but only if INH allows me to throw parties in there.
You flip the saferoom switch, but nothing happens. The saferoom is closed.

Fine! I didn't want to go there in the first place.

{pick up bottle of rum}

#178

Lizzy wrote:
insertnamehere wrote:
Lizzy wrote: I can't focus right now. Swimming will be the end of me. I would take refuge in the safe room, but only if INH allows me to throw parties in there.
You flip the saferoom switch, but nothing happens. The saferoom is closed.
Fine! I didn't want to go there in the first place.

{pick up bottle of rum}

No rum is available, bottled or otherwise.

#179

insertnamehere wrote:The computer screen lights up with the following message.

MEJFPUMSHCHLTQATMQATMQTHTALAEQHS

HERO

I'm going to concentrate on the QATMQATMQ" part of the cipher. TH?

#180

I assigned numbers to the cipher above but didn't really get anywhere, even after disregarding the numbers of Scaramouche.
Do we think the end result is a string of numbers or a phrase? Someone help me so that we can win k.

#181

#182

The blackout arrives right on schedule. Finding a comfortable corner, you sit down and try to rest. A loud grinding sound fills the room, along with the white noise. Suddenly, screams everywhere. Chilled to the bone, you ponder whether to get up and try to locate the source of the screams, or to stay put and possibly not get killed. While you are thinking about this problem, the lights come back on. Getting up, you walk towards the center of the chamber. As you walk, you hear an odd squishing sound. Bending down, you see what caused it. A human ear, obviously roughly detached from a head. You feel queasy, as if you are about to vomit. But that's not all. Looking up, you can see a foot, a head, a lung, and various other parts placed to form a rudimentary arrow pointing to the open wall. Chamber Three. Glancing across the room, you see the only person left. The murderer. You make a mad dash towards the computer. If you can find the gun, you can end it! But, the gun is gone. That would be too easy. Looking at your captor's face, you see "it" smile, a grotesque parody of human emotion. You are alone with the killer.

#183

Lizzy has been eliminated.

Turnip Head and Mongoose have moved on to Chamber Three.

#184

Well that's freakin wonderful.

Don't shoot me, bro

#185

As the murderer stares you down, the speakers sing out mock trumpets and fanfare.

"Congratulations, please proceed to Chamber Three!"

#186

CHAMBER THREE INSTRUCTIONS

Chamber Three is a small room, with two stools and a reinforced glass wall separating them. One player per side. Another small glass wall hides two cameras, one for each candidate. Members of the Three Chambers Collective are watching through those cameras. They have been monitoring the progress of the application process, but do not know who the murderer is.

Your job is to convince the jury that you are not the murderer, the jury will be made up of TCC members. (By TCC members, we mean eliminated players.)

The person who the majority of the jury believes to be innocent will win this stage of testing.

This challenge tests memory, charisma, and debating skills.

Good luck.

#187

May it please the court.

Your Honor, Members of the Esteemed Jury, Ladies, Gentlemen. Wombats.

Today we are gathered to listen to the oral arguments between myself and Mr. Head. While I do have some evidence to proffer to you on why Mr. Head is guilty, I also have evidence and exhibits to share with you on why I am not guilty.

Exhibit A: My Track Record.

Throughout the process of this game, I have tried to be a team player. Let the record reflect that I have been trying hard throughout the game to solve the puzzles and put forth instructions when possible. I was not able to figure out the puzzle with the book titles, but I must insist that this was only due to a defect of the mind and not of moral character.

Things have not always gone perfectly. I will admit that there may have been miscommunication between me and Mr. Marsh, but that was not deliberate. To me, it was sensical to state that *turn light off* meant leave the cord uncut. If this was in error, then I must humbly apologize. Please note that I have a distinct lack of recalcitrance about this whole situation and feel positively sick about it.

We did not purposefully get lost in this chamber. We didn't land on Plymouth Rock; Plymouth Rock landed on us.

Exhibit B: Pacifist By Action.

After Mr. Gnosis vacated the safe room, I elected to go in, hoping I could be of some use. I wanted to pull my weight, and I thought this would be a good way to do it.

Inside, I was given the opportunity to use a gun on someone - any of the remaining players OR I could communicate with the thread. I elected not to murder one of my fellow dear players and instead decided to ask for collaborative help.

Once again, I eschewed the power of the pistol when I tried to disarm it. This trick did not work. At this time, Mr. Head took the gun for his own personal use, but has not used it yet. I would like to direct the jury's attention to this fact.

To recapitulate, I refused to use the gun on two occasions. I even tried to disarm it.

If the glove doesn't fit, you must acquit.

The Defense rests her case, your Honor.

#188

If the glove doesn't fit, you must acquit.

O.J did that shit

#189

I took that gun because I didn't want you getting your murdering paws all over it, Goosey.

In my brief time in the Chamber Two saferoom, I was not given such an opportunity as you supposedly were to use a gun or communicate with others. Neither was Epignosis, if his testimony is to be believed, may he rest in peace. I was told I could not communicate with others, and I was not given any hints or information about the puzzle. And no access to a gun, until I snatched it. I was hoping if I grabbed the gun the killings would stop.

But Mongoose, it's clear now that you purposefully misled Metalmarsh (and poor MP) to his violent and injust end. May I direct the jury's attention to Exhibit A:

Mongoose wrote:
Metalmarsh89 wrote:Mongoose, can you address each question individually?

Should the green cable be plugged or unplugged (on or off)?
* turn light off*

Here, MM, asks Mongoose to respond in her limited manner. Mongoose proves capable of doing so.

EXHIBIT B.

Mongoose wrote:
Metalmarsh89 wrote:
Should we cut (turn off) the pink wire?

*turn light off*

MM explicitly states which of Mongoose's communication options corresponds to which action he would take on the pink wire. Mongoose responds as before, with "turn light off", indicating that the pink wire should be cut. There was no room for error here, the consequence was death. Mongoose should have known that.

#190

You didn't really go into why you are innocent. Epi and I had totally different saferoom experiences, which we enumerated ad nauseum. He experienced something totally different than I did, although they were both Lynchian. Just because he didn't have a whack at a gun doesn't mean that I did not either. I am totally befuddled by you stating you took the gun to keep it from me when there were three of us still alive and Lizzy could have been the killer then for all we knew. Why were you so certain it was me?

#191

The MM thing was unfortunate, but I've gone into detail three times now about that. I was trying to tell him no and it was difficult to communicate via a cellphone.
I tried to paste it in two separate posts ab initio, but I got timed out while waiting to make the second post.

#192

Overall, I feel like you are deflecting a lot toward me instead of proving why you are innocent. That's really the burden of proof each of us would have to meet. I spent 80% of my post talking about what I had done for the civ cause, explaining any perceiving misstep, and showing that I had behaved admirably, even when no one was watching (when in the saferoom and no one would have known that I had took someone else out). I only spent a few lines discussing your culpability.

#193

I've been working on the puzzles or trying to just as much as anyone else. I initiated a lot of thoughts and booted the group into action at the beginning of both Chamber challenges. I don't really have anything substantial that proves my innocence other than that I've been genuinely trying to help and my track record is a lot cleaner than yours.

#194

One gaffe, if it was even that, hardly makes my track record "a lot" worse than anyone else's.

I mean I'm Joe Biden over here.

#195

Well I still think you were lying about what happened in the saferoom in chamber 2. I didn't get a chance to shoot anyone or receive a hint to the puzzle, nor did I get to communicate like you did. You seemed to know something about the books, and then the cypher code or whatever popped up but by the time I could get out of the saferoom to help with that Lizzy was brutally murdered and here we are. I wish I had had more time to prove my innocence by helping with the last challenge, but I mean, I guess we would have just ended up here in Chamber 3 anyway.

#196

WORST. SERVICE. EVER.

I demand to see the manager!

And omg! DH!

#197

Turnip Head wrote:Everyone's dead, Lizzy

Mongoose is in the saferoom. She's allowed to tell us what she saw, but I can't seem to make any sense of it.

insertnamehere wrote:I'm going to edit the story in later.

S~V~S is eliminated.

TH, when you made that post, I was still alive. Why did you say everyone was dead when i was still alive?

#198

Mongoose is telling the truth. I tried to shoot Turnip Head.

#199

S~V~S wrote:
Turnip Head wrote:Everyone's dead, Lizzy

Mongoose is in the saferoom. She's allowed to tell us what she saw, but I can't seem to make any sense of it.

insertnamehere wrote:I'm going to edit the story in later.

S~V~S is eliminated.
TH, when you made that post, I was still alive. Why did you say everyone was dead when i was still alive?

i dunno k

Epignosis wrote:Mongoose is telling the truth. I tried to shoot Turnip Head.

rude

#200

So...is this going to end?

#201

S~V~S wrote:So...is this going to end?

Yes. Just waiting for votes.

#202

Turnip Head had bided his time, and he was ready to step up.

Secret societies had always fascinated him. The Illuminati, the Templars, all of those guys. It was a fun hobby, and he got a rush every time he uncovered a "clue" to the organization's true intentions. In the back of his mind, he knew it was all fake, but he didn't care. It was something to do on weekends, as an escape from his tedious desk job. He never truly expected to find anything, that is, until July 4th. Living in Washington D.C. gave him an excuse to go to as many political events as possible. After each rally, speech, or holiday, he would post photos to an online forum, with captions like "CAN YOU SPOT THE REPTILE?" or "ILLUMINATI SYMBOL IN LEFT CORNER". One time, he even sold some of his shots to a newspaper. Naturally, he bought tens of copies for friends, family, and anyone who would listen.

That July 4th, TH had made sure to arrive at the grounds as early as he could. Sure enough, he was as close as a "civilian" could be to the political bigwigs. A gruff secret service agent stood a few feet away, giving him a death stare. The president arrived, and Turnip Head began to take pictures. At the end of the festivities, TH noticed something. In the rush to leave, the Majority Whip had dropped something, a piece of paper or an envelope. After the politicians had been safely escorted out, TH ran to pick up the envelope. A small blue logo was at the top of the package. Next to it were three letters: T C C. Underneath that was an address somewhere in Alaska. Before he could open the parcel, the secret service agent from earlier snatched it out of his grasp. TH ran away before anyone started to ask questions.

It could be nothing, of course. That was always the most likely scenario. But something about that letter intrigued him. He tried to find an organization with the acronym T.C.C., and the same logo as the envelope, but nothing was out there. After one particularly soul-crushing day at the office, he resolved to figure out just what was behind that letter.

After scraping together enough money, Turnip Head managed to drive his way out to the Alaskan address. He arrived at an airplane hanger in the middle of seemingly nowhere. Walking into the small office, TH was first struck by the secretary. She looked like she just walked off the pages of a high fashion magazine, with a wardrobe to boot. No random warehouse in the middle of Alaska has her as a secretary. Nervous, he stood there for about a minute, trying to strike up enough courage to talk to this exquisite specimen of humanity. He also resolved to stop thinking in such creepy terms.

"Uhh, hi."

"Hello, do you have an appointment?"

"Umm, no, I am looking for the T.C.C."

"There's no business with that name at this address."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Well, shit. But, TH had traveled all the way to this fucking warehouse in bum-fuck nowhere, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Ok, Miss, I've traveled all this way to this fucking warehouse in bum-fuck nowhere, and I'm not taking no for an answer! Now, I'm not leaving until someone tells me what the hell is going on, okay Miss?"

TH felt very proud of himself for sounding so intimidating.

"Very well, I'll call security to escort you out."

"Okay, if that's how you want to play it, Miss."

TH was impressed at the level of banter he was showing. Sitting down, he observed this odd little office in the middle of oblivion. There was a small lobby in front of the Secretary's desk, if it could be called a "lobby". In reality, it was a couple of chairs and a table. A small door near the desk lead to the hangar outside. Suddenly, a man walked through that door. Was this "security"? It took a few seconds to register, but this was the Secret Service agent who stole the letter from him! Haha, things were coming together! To TH, this felt like a massive jigsaw puzzle. Jigsaw puzzles were the last things Turnip Head thought about before the agent knocked him out.

#203

Turnip Head had one hell of a hangover. He really had to stop going on booze filled rampages with his friends. And by booze filled rampages, he meant drunken LAN parties. The black bag on his head made him realize that this was not in fact his bedroom. Suddenly, the bag was pulled off his head to reveal what looked like some interrogation room at a police station. A mirror was built into the wall on his left, which was almost definitely one-way. Sitting across a table from him was the friendly Secret Service agent from earlier. Wanting to scratch his nose, he noticed that his hands were bound by some kind of rope. An awkward silence permeated the room. Should he talk first? Turnip Head hadn't really been in this kind of situation before, and was not sure how to proceed.

Luckily, the Agent began to talk.

"Congratulations on completing Stage One of testing."

"How many stages are there?"

"Four."

Well, that cleared things up.

"What kind of a test was that?"

"Don't you find it a little odd that a politician would drop a letter in front of hundreds of people, and just forget about it? And that secret services would allow a random civilian to just jump over the railing and read that letter? And also that the letter would have an address printed on the envelope, even though it showed no signs of being mailed? And that the address would lead to an airplane hangar in the middle of, what was it? 'Bum-fuck nowhere.' "

"Uh, well, yes. I do find it odd."

TH really should of shut up by this point.

"But, you are the first person to actually arrive at the address, so once again, congratulations."

"Thanks."

TH felt like a massive tool.

"So, uh, sir, what is this testing for?"

"Have you ever heard of MENSA?"

"Yeah."

"They let one in fifty into the group. One in fifty."

"Yeah."

TH had said "Yeah" far too much by now.

"The Three Chambers Collective was created as a much more exclusive organization. We've accepted 2 people over the last decade."

"And you want me?"

TH had very low self-esteem by this point.

"Possibly. You see, instead of using an IQ test, we have a much more complex application process."

"And I just completed Stage One of that process?"

TH felt as if he had put two pieces together out of a 500 piece puzzle.

"Yes, very good. Normally, we wouldn't tell you all this, but we want you for a very special position."

"What kind of position?"

TH had a dirty mind.

"You are going to compete in Stage Two, and we're offering you a special role in that Stage. If you win with that role, you can skip Stage Three, and go directly to the Finals."

"What would I have to do in this 'role'?"

"We cannot disclose that at this time."

TH thought it over for maybe half a second.

"Fine. I'll do it."

"Very well."

Awkward silence.

"So now what?"

"Tell me, have you ever killed before?"

#204

Turnip Head couldn't do it. He looked around at the seven people next to him. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill all of these people, with families, and children, and- But he had to. The Agent had made it very clear that if he wanted to stay alive, he had to do this. The first thing Turnip Head did in the game was hide in a saferoom. In this isolated area, he began to pace back and forth. His first priority had to be self-preservation. Through the small window in the door, he stared at the gun sitting on the table. If they find out, they'll fucking kill me. Like I was a terrorist or a criminal. He couldn't let that happen. johns2jj was the one who grabbed the gun, and he was threat numero uno. What was he thinking about, sitting in his saferoom? He had to be going over the list of players. What if he thought I was suspicious? What would I do if he knew who I was? He had to be eliminated. This was for sure. But could Turnip Head do that? Kill a man? And for what? Picking up a firearm? No. He wouldn't do that. A small panel in the back of the room opened to reveal a set of night vision goggles, which looked more like something out of Star Trek than the bulky things TH usually associated with goggles, and a large knife. Turnip Head picked up the knife, testing it's weight. He knew that his time was coming. Once the blackout happened, he would have his chance to eliminate John. He had to make a decision. As he agreed mentally that he had to come to a decision, the lights turned off. Turnip Head audibly gulped. A body that was not his own put on the goggles, left the room, and entered John's saferoom. TH was right in front of the poor man, although John had no idea. Closing his eyes, TH stabbed John in the gut. John immediately howled with pain, and fired his gun. The bullet ricocheted off the wall and all over the room, until it finally reached it's resting place inside of John's skull. Well. How fucking symbolic.

TH expected to feel sadness, remorse, or even anger. Instead, he felt something he hadn't felt in a while. Turnip Head felt powerful.

#205

The days passed with a blur. Turnip Head didn't stop to reflect until he was stuck in this fucking glass box with Mongoose.

He had to win. He had to take his spot in an organization that controlled the world. This is what his life has been leading up to.

Turnip Head began to cough.

Mongoose couldn't even comprehend the sacrifices he had made for this game. All the bodies... And what had she done? Just blow up a couple of people, and sit on her ass. No, she didn't prove that she could even handle this competition.

Turnip Head coughed some more.

I traveled all those miles to that fucking hangar. I spent the month's rent getting there! I'm the one who spent his whole life studying alone for this great challenge! I'm the one who had to lie to everyone! I'm the one who had to kill all of those people!

Turnip Head barely noticed all the blood.

I deserve this.

Turnip Head died alone, rambling like a madman, trapped inside a glass cage.

#206

Was it over?

Turnip Head lied next to her, curled up into the fetal position, blood pouring out his mouth.

It's odd, but in that brief second, Mongoose felt something resembling pity for the vile excuse for humanity lying next to her.

It passed quickly.

"It's over right?"

Silence.

"I won?"

Silence.

"Hello?"

Oh my god, this is where I die. Trapped in a glass fucking box with a dead psycho.

The intercom crackled to life, and Mongoose almost fainted with joy.

"Congratulations. You have completed Stage Two of the application process. We will notify when Stage Three begins."

Wait, what?

This isn't over?

Mongoose began to feel very tired.

These motherfuckers cannot do that, just expect me to what? Come back later?

Mongoose could barely keep her eyes open.

I thought that the deal was: Finish this, and you're done with everything! Nobody mentioned another fucking round! How many of these will I have to do? How many of these can I do?

Mongoose fell to the floor, unconscious.

#207

Mongoose awoke in a public park, passed out a bench. A homeless person poked her with a stick.

"You're in my fuckin' spot!"

This quickly woke Mongoose up.

"Sorry sir!"

"Bitch!"

That wasn't very nice.

Wait, what? She was just trapped in a hell chamber out of Saw, and now she's in a park? Was any of that real? Mongoose looked for something to confirm that the trials of the last nine days actually happened, but she found nothing. It was much easier to look out onto the grass and just ignore and shut off the part of the brain that housed those memories. The natural beauty was almost enough to make her forget everything, and pass it off as some kind of hallucination.

Almost.

THE END

#208

Aww, thanks for believing me, guys.

It was super super fun.

#209

As soon as I died after questioning something you said, I knew you were not the baddie. And i knew it was TH when he told Lizzie everyone but you, her & him were dead while I was still alive, I knew it had to be TH, those two realizations came together.

Congrats for surviving Mongoose

#210

I want to know why I didn't win. I assassinated Turnip Head. The End.

I decided he was up to no good when he fumbled the Morse code business.