[This place is weird. It's spooky. Its trapped in a timeloop and there is an ever pressing existential horror ever at the periphery of ones vision. Somehow that is not the strangest thing that's been plaguing Ford, currently.]
[Ford has been left a strange series of notes and codes to crack. They turn up in strange places, meticulously planted for him to find. The culprit is never there, never traced. Like they somehow move invisibly??? Either way, the first one was easy enough to crack. It was done in a simple ceasar cipher, with three letters back, typed on unremarkable paper. You've cracked one, can you crack them all?]
[Someone has issued Ford a challenge. Each code gets steadily more difficult. A different ceaser, a switch to A1Z26, and then to vigenere. The messages themselves do not immediately seem to make much sense, but they tend to pose questions. What is the difference between a dream and the waking world?, or Are realities as cut and dry as their designations, or are there infinite realities within that one reality? What is the limit of their theoretical potential?, or Any opinions on calamari?.]
[The most recent note that has been left in Ford's shoe departs from this slightly, by having something uncoded written at the top. It reads: If you crack this one, you'll probably figure out who I am! If not, that's okay. Meet me in the observatory around midnight either way. Sogr ga sws lau, Yfrmt Mbpxe Xcep.]
[Looks like his mysterious penpal plans to tear the curtain down! Maybe! Or maybe someone is messing with him! Time for him to find out!!]
[that idea we discussed] i'll sort out icons later
[Ford has been left a strange series of notes and codes to crack. They turn up in strange places, meticulously planted for him to find. The culprit is never there, never traced. Like they somehow move invisibly??? Either way, the first one was easy enough to crack. It was done in a simple ceasar cipher, with three letters back, typed on unremarkable paper. You've cracked one, can you crack them all?]
[Someone has issued Ford a challenge. Each code gets steadily more difficult. A different ceaser, a switch to A1Z26, and then to vigenere. The messages themselves do not immediately seem to make much sense, but they tend to pose questions. What is the difference between a dream and the waking world?, or Are realities as cut and dry as their designations, or are there infinite realities within that one reality? What is the limit of their theoretical potential?, or Any opinions on calamari?.]
[The most recent note that has been left in Ford's shoe departs from this slightly, by having something uncoded written at the top. It reads: If you crack this one, you'll probably figure out who I am! If not, that's okay. Meet me in the observatory around midnight either way. Sogr ga sws lau, Yfrmt Mbpxe Xcep.]
[Looks like his mysterious penpal plans to tear the curtain down! Maybe! Or maybe someone is messing with him! Time for him to find out!!]