The Syndicate

Prisoner 920077 wrote:@Warden, is it possible you are missing an E in the first line? That sure seems like it should be "ear" to me....

Prisoner 277058 wrote:A grating sound as the aluminum tray is slid inside before the slit is slid back into place

Prisoner 920077 wrote:Could we have it?????


I hear the footsteps approaching. It's the only sound of my day as they climb steadily towards me, and then the light that gleams in as the small slit is opened. A grating sound as the aluminum tray is slid inside before the slit is slid back into place and the little lock engages with a click. The food is warm but mostly flavorless, nothing to write home about. Not that I could write home, they won't give me pen and paper, or light, for that matter. It is later, after the food is consumed and my tray taken away that the emptiness of this place really closes in. That's when you really start slipping.At first you pass the time with thinking,then you find the silence too much and start cursing, eventually you end up talking to yourself. Until the voices start talking to you...

Prisoner 813142 wrote:Phenomenal work. If for some reason we have not solved it and get another letter, do you think an additional vowel is in order or would you like to establish the presence of a particular consonant?

Prisoner 920077 wrote:

Prisoner 813142 wrote:Phenomenal work. If for some reason we have not solved it and get another letter, do you think an additional vowel is in order or would you like to establish the presence of a particular consonant?

There are definitely a few too many guesses involved, still. The word "slipping" may not be right, though I can't find a decent alternative, so it likely is. I'm flat out guessing at cursing, but it feels like it fits. So if they say it isn't right, and offer another letter.... I'm not sure. "P" is fairly popular, and would confirm slipping. "S" would help with cursing/sighing.

A vowel may be best, because a few spots where we have "of" could be "in"... "sound of my day" could be "sound in my day".

So P/S/I would work for me.

@WARDEN or HOSTS: how does this work? If we do not hear from you do we assume it is wrong? Can we submit multiple times? Do you guys say nothing until day ends?

ETA: ahh....

You can submit as many times as you want up until the deadline, but you may not always receive timely responses from the Warden, so utilize your guesses wisely.

Warden wrote:Not quite. Incorrect words are in red.

Prisoner 920077 wrote:Could we have it?????


I hear the footsteps approaching. It's the only sound in my day as they clomp steadily towards me, and then the light that breaks in as the small slot is opened. A grating sound as the aluminum tray is slid inside before the slot is slid back into place and the little lock engages with a click. The food is warm but mostly flavorless, nothing to write home about. Not that I could write home, they won't give me pen and paper, or light, for that matter. It is later, after the food is finished and my tray taken away that the emptiness of this place really closes in. That's when you really start slipping. At first you pass the time with thinking,then you find the silence too much and start singing, eventually you end up talking to yourself. Until the voices start talking to you...

Keep working, maggots. I'll check again in the morning.

Prisoner 277058 wrote:I hear the footsteps approaching. It's the only sound of my day as they climb

Prisoner 740359 wrote:

Prisoner 920077 wrote:Just a note. If we fail these challenges, there are some repercussions.

So, considering how difficult this one is, I'd like to note that the following prisoners have contributed:

Prisoner 920077
Prisoner 277058
Prisoner 413022
Prisoner 208986
Prisoner 650829
Prisoner 740359

The following prisoners have commented on it but not contributed:

Prisoner 640326
Prisoner 813142

And the following haven't said anything:

Prisoner 379949
Prisoner 509378
Prisoner 513538
Prisoner 980854

Should we fail, I think this information will be useful. I will not be voting to remove anyone from the first list, and even those in the second are ok, I know some people aren't fans of the decode. But that third group? Yeah. The last groupa mugs who tried to ride my coattails ended up on their backs staring at the roof of the church #apologiestoDMX

And you're posting right now why? Let's focus on the challenges, failing will happen when we stop focusing. After we've failed, we can talk who to roast.

Prisoner 413022 wrote:

Prisoner 277058 wrote:I hear the footsteps approaching. It's the only sound of my day as they climb

Nice!!

also second agreement on the kudos to who got the food bit. Well done!

Prisoner 650829 wrote:"Climbs" could be clicks or clacks.

The warden sometimes wears women's heels so those make kind of a clicking noise....

Great job today though!

Warden wrote:Not quite. Incorrect words are in red.

Prisoner 920077 wrote:Could we have it?????


I hear the footsteps approaching. It's the only sound in my day as they clunk steadily towards me, and then the light that breaks in as the small slot is opened. A grating sound as the aluminum tray is slid inside before the slot is slid back into place and the little lock engages with a click. The food is warm but mostly flavorless, nothing to write home about. Not that I could write home, they won't give me pen and paper, or light, for that matter. It is later, after the food is finished and my tray taken away that the emptiness of this place really closes in. That's when you really start slipping.At first you pass the time with thinking,then you find the silence too much and start sobbing, eventually you end up talking to yourself. Until the voices start talking to you...

Keep working, maggots. I'll check again in the morning.

Prisoner 920077 wrote:Very amazing work to the handful of you who bothered trying this challenge. I always appreciate a good decode session!

And to the rest of you...

Prisoner 509378 wrote:

Warden wrote:Not quite. Incorrect words are in red.

Prisoner 920077 wrote:Could we have it?????


I hear the footsteps approaching. It's the only sound in my day as they clunk steadily towards me, and then the light that breaks in as the small slot is opened. A grating sound as the aluminum tray is slid inside before the slot is slid back into place and the little lock engages with a click. The food is warm but mostly flavorless, nothing to write home about. Not that I could write home, they won't give me pen and paper, or light, for that matter. It is later, after the food is finished and my tray taken away that the emptiness of this place really closes in. That's when you really start slipping.At first you pass the time with thinking,then you find the silence too much and start sobbing, eventually you end up talking to yourself. Until the voices start talking to you...

Keep working, maggots. I'll check again in the morning.

Maybe. Possible corrections underlined.

I hear the footsteps approaching. It's the only sound in my day as they clonk steadily towards me, and then the light that creaks in as the small slot is opened. A grating sound as the aluminum tray is slid inside before the slot is slid back into place and the little lock engages with a click. The food is warm but mostly flavorless, nothing to write home about. Not that I could write home, they won't give me pen and paper, or light, for that matter. It is later, after the food is finished and my tray taken away that the emptiness of this place really closes in. That's when you really start slipping.At first you pass the time with thinking,then you find the silence too much and start singing, eventually you end up talking to yourself. Until the voices start talking to you...

Prisoner 740359 wrote:

I hear the footsteps approaching. It's the only sound in my day as they clonk steadily towards me, and then the light that creaks in as the small slot is opened. A grating sound as the aluminum tray is slid inside before the slot is slid back into place and the little lock engages with a click. The food is warm but mostly flavorless, nothing to write home about. Not that I could write home, they won't give me pen and paper, or light, for that matter. It is later, after the food is finished and my tray taken away that the emptiness of this place really closes in. That's when you really start slipping.At first you pass the time with thinking, then you find the silence too much and start singing, eventually you end up talking to yourself. Until the voices start talking to you...

Give it to me Wardroben.

Prisoner 813142 wrote:

I hear the footsteps approaching. It's the only sound in my day as they clomp steadily towards me, and then the light that sneaks in as the small slot is opened. A grating sound as the aluminum tray is slid inside before the slot is slid back into place and the little lock engages with a click. The food is warm but mostly flavorless, nothing to write home about. Not that I could write home, they won't give me pen and paper, or light, for that matter. It is later, after the food is finished and my tray taken away that the emptiness of this place really closes in. That's when you really start slipping.At first you pass the time with thinking, then you find the silence too much and start singing, eventually you end up talking to yourself. Until the voices start talking to you...

Prisoner 813142 wrote:I hear the footsteps approaching. It's the only sound in my day as they clink steadily towards me, and then the light that sneaks in as the small slot is opened. A grating sound as the aluminum tray is slid inside before the slot is slid back into place and the little lock engages with a click. The food is warm but mostly flavorless, nothing to write home about. Not that I could write home, they won't give me pen and paper, or light, for that matter. It is later, after the food is finished and my tray taken away that the emptiness of this place really closes in. That's when you really start slipping. At first you pass the time with thinking, then you find the silence too much and start singing, eventually you end up talking to yourself. Until the voices start talking to you...

Warden wrote:

Prisoner 813142 wrote:I hear the footsteps approaching. It's the only sound in my day as they clink steadily towards me, and then the light that sneaks in as the small slot is opened. A grating sound as the aluminum tray is slid inside before the slot is slid back into place and the little lock engages with a click. The food is warm but mostly flavorless, nothing to write home about. Not that I could write home, they won't give me pen and paper, or light, for that matter. It is later, after the food is finished and my tray taken away that the emptiness of this place really closes in. That's when you really start slipping. At first you pass the time with thinking, then you find the silence too much and start singing, eventually you end up talking to yourself. Until the voices start talking to you...

Well, I'll be damned. Y'all got lucky. Just wait until tomorrow's job.