Riddle Me This.
haven’t posted since Wednesday, and there’s actually a reason besides laziness for that. See, I play this game called UrbanDead — you may have heard me mention it once or twice — and in UrbanDead, I belong to a group called the Fortress. Well, the Fortress has this puzzle, open to members only, that anyone in the group is free to attempt. They introduced it last year, around the time the Da Vinci Code movie was coming out, and it’s a very similar concept. You work your way through a trail of riddles, learning more about the back story of the Fortress as you go. (The in-game back story, that is.) They call this heinous little thing “The Pitman Enigma”.
A few days ago — Wednesday afternoon, in fact, I decided to have a look at the Pitman Enigma. To my surprise, I was able to answer the first four riddles fairly easily. Now I’m on the fifth riddle, and it’s a devious, devilish, rotten little bugger of a thing. Unfortunately, being as it’s super secret hush-hush Fortress stuff only, I can’t post the damn riddle. For the last three or four days, I’ve spent the vast majority of my spare time staring at the riddle, going out of my mind.
I’ll tell you a secret — even though I love riddles, I actually suck at solving them. Staring at this riddle feels very much as though I’m standing in front of a safe, knowing how to crack a safe, but not knowing where to set my picks, to begin. It’s deeply frustrating.
Speaking of which, I need to get back to staring, for I will beat this damnable riddle. So it has been written! So it shall be done! Or, I might just go crazy, and end up a homeless street person, muttering riddles to myself. Either is likely at this point.
