#Box Two

[fiftytwotwentyfour]

Puzzle 52: Box Two

Created by Theory 11

Presented by Neil Patrick Harris

Puzzle Classification: Escape Room/Box

Difficulty Level: N/A

Price: ~ $35 (box was gifted to me)

Review:

I am having a full circle moment.

Box One was my First Puzzle of the year (as well as one of my top favorites) and now I am closing out the year on Box Two...

I am/was a bit in awe as I didn't even know Box Two was a thing... or at the very least a completed project.

Jumpin' In - all I can say is, "Yes, Yes, and Yaas!"

I am in Love with everything!

The mechanics, the tricks, the puzzles, the codes, the clues, the riddles, the digital interaction.

The only immediate negative thing I could mention - and it is kind of nitpicky, but true - I can say... is this box is very intricate that you better be prepared - by "be prepared"... I mean make sure you are in a well furnished home with or close to gadgets as you will definitely need access to household items not included in the box... so, ya know... don't expect to complete this Box on some Outdoor Camping Trip.

Now, with that negative comment out there - I am now going to walk it back - those moments where you need to access gadgets or utilize a household item - My Jaw-Dropped. I Giggled in Glee. I Made My Friend (in the next room) Drop Everything they were doing and had them Watch the "Magic" that was about to be Revealed!

Another Added Plus - Nothing is Destroyed! Everything can be Rassembled, Boxed-Up, and Shelved neatly on your Mantel of Triumph!

This Box, This Puzzle.... This Piece of Art is of the Highest Quality & Craftsmanship and has Me Hungry for more.

Just... Wow!

I'm in love...

Quite Possibly the Best Puzzle of the Year...

Total Completion Time:

2hr06min45sec67ms

Hints/Clues Used: (Zero)

Items Not Included / Needed:

Flashlight

Paper & Pen

Smart Phone/QR Code Reader

Access to Internet

Access to Hot/Cold Water

Personal Rating: 9.5/10

2024 Puzzle Record: 47/53

[thetalkingboxes]

[ruushes]

in the art book it's mentioned that they considered having morrigan and isabela as dai-style advisors, and you know what that means. ultimate-sacrificed or succumbed-to-the-calling hof-romanced morrigan and left-in-the-fade hawke-romanced isabela middle-aged widow yuri. is what that means.

[unpretty]

"i need to stop spending so much money on lunch" ➡ "maybe i could just buy some nice canned soups for easy lunches that don't make me sad" ➡ "why is canned soup so expensive" ➡ "i can just make some fucking soup" ➡ i don't actually feel like making soup ➡ i order a calzone ➡ "i need to stop spending so much money on lunch"

[cowardlykrow]

Stop light shenanigans

Extra:

[sicklyjelly]

slowly reading through dungeon meshi and these two would have the most interesting conversations :)

bonus feat. the peanut gallery

[bloodiedflora]

A page of pliers + Tim cause I miss him

[umblrspectrum]

part 4 of a lot funnier in my head than on paper

[livecrow]

Imagine you want to try waxing your pussy, but it turns out to be quite the challenge to actually see what the hell you're doing.

Naturally you ask your boyfriend for help.

Simon won't hear any of it, growls that he's fond of your scruff. "Like 'er jus' the way she is." Her being your snatch.

You pout and try to coax him.

No dice.

You don't give up that easily, obviously. Besides, if you have to, you'll just do it yourself even if it ends up a smidge patchy.

So there you are, full winnie the poohing it on the living room couch, trying to contort yourself this way and that, armed with the waxing strips and a hand mirror. Just trying to get the right angle. The whole spectacle right in front of an unamused Simon.

You spread your knees wide, as wide as you can, to prop up your pussy. Mash your tummy and thighs out of the way, spread your lips out, grunting and whining all the way with exertion while you fumble with the wrapper. You're almost ready to just say "fuck it" and go in completely blind—

You should have been more suspicious when Simon gives in, when he marches over and grunts a short "fine". When manhandles you into an even more uncomfortable and exposed position he finds more suitable.

After the first couple of strips your ready to throw up your white flag and forget about the whole thing. When you tell him as much and try to wriggle out from under him—

Simon just laughs meanly.

"You wanted it, now we're gonna see it through, aren't we?"

Simon'd enjoy your squeals and teary eyes. Every jolt of your body trying to escape the pain your subjecting it to.

"Serves you right for tryin' to deface my sweet'eart."

For how much it hurts, you don't have the awareness to realize he'd actually doing it all somewhat carefully. Each strip layed in the right direction, smoothed down with enough pressure, ripped off in one quick motion. Hell, he even rubs the skin to soothe the sting while he peels the next strip.

...Rubs your pussy. Soothing circles into your heated, plump mons and outer lips that you could almost read as apologetic. He wasn't feeling hardly any sympathy for you, though. No, it was for her.

On the next strip your startled when his thumb actually grazes your clit, while the rest of his palm pulls the skin taught.

You wondered if it was just a slip, but alas. Nothing Simon does is ever an accident.

The traitor peeked out from the hood in interest. Every other strip after that has him stroking your pearl mercilessly, like his own worry stone.

The hot ripping pain melds with pleasure, it isn't long at all before your keening and dripping under his ministrations. It was inevitable.

Simon sounded so put out. Sighing, tisking that you're, "Sloppy fuckin' wet. Strip isn't gonna stick now, is it?" as if you're an idiot, trying to be difficult purpose.

As he chastises you, he crams two thick fingers in your hole, like he's trying to stem a bleeding wound. It punches the air out of your lungs. He tells you you're gonna ruin it, that they'll have to start all over if you keep this up.

He's about as done as he's gonna be, considering your drippy cunt. "Look at 'er. Poor thing's cryin', isn't she?" He coos to your crotch.

Simon turns back to you but his tone isn't sweet, he barks at you to stop squirmin', unless you want him to you fuck you while your still oll raw and stingin'. Since that's clearly what you want now.

He's always givin' you want you want, huh? You're spoiled rotten.

[marlowe-art]

"Severance" (2022 - ) x "Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead" (1990)

full quote from the movie (had to abridge it in the comic to keep the wall-of-text factor and page count within reasonable limits):

Rosencrantz: Did you ever think of yourself as actually dead, lying in a box with a lid on it?

Guildenstern: No.

Rosencrantz: Nor do I, really. It's silly to be depressed by it. I mean, one thinks of it like being alive in a box. One keeps forgetting to take into account the fact that one is dead, which should make all the difference, shouldn't it? I mean, you'd never *know* you were in a box, would you? It would be just like you were asleep in a box. Not that I'd like to sleep in a box, mind you. Not without any air. You'd wake up dead for a start, and then where would you be? In a box. That's the bit I don't like, frankly. That's why I don't think of it. Because you'd be helpless, wouldn't you? Stuffed in a box like that. I mean, you'd be in there forever, even taking into account the fact that you're dead. It isn't a pleasant thought. Especially if you're dead, really. Ask yourself, if I asked you straight off, "I'm going to stuff you in this box. Now, would you rather be alive or dead?" naturally, you'd prefer to be alive. Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You'd have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking, "Well, at least I'm not dead. In a minute somebody is going to bang on the lid, and tell me to come out."

[bangs on lid]

Rosencrantz: "Hey you! What's your name? Come out of there!"

Guildenstern: [long pause] I think I'm going to kill you.

[squidpedia]

Clover Timeline! (+ personal adult Clover design for your troubles)

Also before anyone says it I’m well aware that last textbox refers to Chara’s tomb and not Clover’s but. Please let me have this.

[hearts-a-heavy-burden]

Am I the only one who feels spoiled by reading Tamora Pierce as a child and then never finding something that hit quite the same? She really had it all. One of the only authors I’ve seen do multiple generations well (because the previous generations aren’t just offed or all of their progress backtracked). Ambient vs scholarly magic systems is still one of the coolest magic systems to this day. The friendships are perfect and just the right amount of romance to make it fun. Redemption stories that fit the characters and don’t make them perfect angels even as they grow for the better. Tragic regression stories that haunt the characters (and me).

[thetalkingboxes]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In the world of heavy metals, love is denser than hate!

[seafoamsol]

8/4 is Perceptor Day!

Be careful not to shake the cage; the denizens will get very scared.

[ersatz-colubridae-888]

all evenings close like this