#vigenère cipher

[gorgonfuckerdotnet]

TIMESTAMP: (22.5.5016u 1431 CaST) CODE+++PURPOSE: ACCESS GREEN+++MISSIVE TO PILOT DISTRIBUTION: TAG “PG_GORGON” MESSAGE TO FOLLOW:::

PQAS DHXQ+++ R UY NM YDWT N JQAMAA UE HIG NLQ JHP FI UB ADNHPYU+++ YNSNN SAH BMEY FBI RNQ MEGE+++ FIGYX ZXN FNEQ KIPL OZUYEF YYNLSRHOH+++ HQIYD NHOBOZCYDRX B2 WYGEUX KSBNME JHKJUK+++

// Nice Vigenère cipher // Your code was weak, seriously? "UMJUMN"? // Took me like, 5 minutes to figure out // You're smart enough to know a Vigenère cipher but your Union Common is pretty broken, you use a Diasporan dialect? Or is your linguistic module just on the fritz? // I dunno what you mean by "grandpa" // But I'm unsure of your missive formatting; // are you sending this to my Gorgon, or are you also sending it from a Gorgon? // If you are/in a Gorgon, why are you standing up for some old Hydra pilot's weird arm fetish?

[catboyarg]

"I'm here!" Forever knocked on Cellbit's door. She was just glad to have a visit that wasn't about the Federation. That and that she was being taken care of again. Sure, it was all for what was essentially the same thing, but it was still nice.

- @love-youforever

Cellbit swings open the door at the sound of his friend calling for him, ears twitching in anticipation. He hasn't had one of these cozy nights with Forever in... well, forever. It's something to look forward to. He hopes Forever hasn't been waiting too long, but she will certainly let him know if he has.

"Ah, Forever!"

Forever is ushered inside from the oppressive heat. It's not much cooler inside, but Cellbit has been doing what xe can to stave it off. It's been semi-successful.

[abyssal-author-and-artist]

making gravity falls shitposts with a cipher so people have to decode my message just to find the message "dipper pines leaves the room, call that DIP-er pines"

[mumblingstudent]

Шифр Виженера?

Это шифр, в котором используется кодовое слово (ключ) и большая таблица

Для примера возьмем строчку THIS SECRET MESSAGE WILL BE ENCODED SOON! Ключом будет CIPHER.

Процесс кодирования:

1. Повторять кодовое слово пока количество букв не совпадёт с количеством букв изначального сообщения

2. Берем первую букву сообщения и первую букву строки-ключа: T и C. В таблице ищем букву, которая стоит на пересечении тех букв (У нас это V). Записываем её и повторяем с каждыми парами букв до конца строчки.

Результат:

Соответственно, для дешифрации мы должны знать ключ. Повторяем первое действие, потом ищем столбец, начинающийся с буквы строки-ключа и в нем ищем букву зашифрованного сообщения. Первая буква строки, в которой оказалась буква зашифрованного сообщения - дешифрованная буква.

Короче, сложно и долго.

Поэтому я написал свой (де)шифровальщик ->->-> ссылка на гитхаб <-<-<-

[shapesenthusiastz]

Random doodles idk (Im running out of ideas help.)

[bl4pe4r]

[team-phantasm]

Something feels... wrong... in the air here today...

Xp'fs edubu jbeqvhc...

[megabuild]

so people may have seen martyn's recent post about hints for the next life series

which people are obviously looking for clues in. at first glance it appears to just be a normal post but if you look closely there's actually a hidden meaning! if you take the first letter of the rhyming words (eg. (S)lither-(S)lice-(H)int-(P)rice-and so on) you'll get the mess "sshprwvsflfmsstm".

seems innocuous enough, right? but actually, this is part of a vigenère cipher- a type of cipher where the meaning is encrypted using a key word. the key word for this one i figured was 'not' since it's repeated throughout. and when you put that through a decrypting program using that keyword, the results are fascinating:

that's right- it doesn't fucking mean anything

[somebluemelodies]

@atthebell's SPIDERBIT WEEK DAY SIX: it couple | enigma revisiting the coffee shop au for this one, which you can read here! consider this a couple months or so post first date :> featuring: qroier being hopelessly in love and qcellbit being a total fucking nerd (/affectionate. and also hopelessly in love) this is a little lengthy like the last one my apologies-

"Roier, I can hear you thinking from here, man."

Roier abruptly stands from his spot leaning against the counter. "Perdón."

"Keep thinking that hard and you're going to destroy your last functioning brain cell." Mariana eyes his best friend. "Are you still trying to ask that guy out?"

"Yes," he answers, exasperated. "I don't know what the fuck to do."

"Just fucking ask him, man! It's not hard."

"I don't want to just ask, man! I want to do something cool for him, you know? He deserves it." Roier eyes Mariana right back. "Besides, I don't think you're allowed to offer relationship advice. You and Slime just started making out every day and eventually slapped a label on it."

Mariana looks smug and punchable. "And we're engaged now."

Roier only flips him off, leaning back against the counter and returning to his moping pondering. The other barista huffs after a few seconds, finally attempting to make himself useful. "Well, what does he like?"

"He's an investigator," is how Roier answers, "he—"

It's like a flip is switched in his brain, and he shoots back upright. "That's it! I know!" And before Mariana can question it, he's rushing out back to grab his phone.

When he returns, he's near-silent for the next several minutes upon grabbing a pen and napkin, save for occasional mumbling to himself as he studies intently whatever is on his phone screen.

Mariana doesn't bother stepping over yet, watching as Roier eventually starts writing something down on the napkin. Only when the pen has been capped, and Roier sighs to himself, seemingly satisfied, does he finally question the other again. "Happy now?"

Roier nods, smiling. "Sí."

(And so it goes.)

...

“And someone left this on one of the tables?”

Roier nodded. “Sí. Shortly before my shift ended.”

Cellbit seems mildly skeptical, but he doesn’t question it. Besides, who would he be to pass up solving a jumbled mess of letters?

“Well, it’s not a Caesar cipher. Doesn’t make sense. But…” He leans down, reaching for his satchel and rummaging through its contents before he finds a piece of paper, placing it on the coffee table alongside the napkin.

Intrigued, Roier scoots closer from their spot on his couch, hooking his chin over Cellbit’s shoulder. It looks like a table, but it’s full of letters instead of numbers. “What is that?”

(It’s just to get a closer look.)

(Cellbit wills his cheeks to cool down.)

“It’s for a Vigenère cipher. The letters in the middle are for all the encrypted letters. The left-hand column is the alphabet for whatever the key is, and the top row is the plaintext, or the 'normal' letters, if you will. In this case, it's what we're going to solve for."

(Cellbit explaining is leagues better than reading a bunch of words on a screen.)

(He could listen to Cellbit talk all day.)

“So how exactly do you solve it?” Roier asks. He has somewhat of an idea, but it was mostly him filling out the criteria on the website to encrypt it for him.

“I want to try and figure out the key first. I’m guessing the little coffee cup in the corner here has something to do it.” Cellbit points to the little doodle in the bottom right-hand corner, thinking for a moment. “It might not work, but let’s say the key is the word café. Vigenères are polyalphabetic ciphers; it utilizes multiple Caesar ciphers inside of itself, but the increments depend on whatever the key is— sorry, not important— polyalphabetic just means that they—"

“Use multiple alphabets?”

Cellbit smiles, and warmth blooms in Roier’s chest. “Yes!”

He pulls a pen from his chest jacket pocket. “We’re going to repeat café until it matches the length of the message.” He starts writing the letters underneath the cipher, continuing to talk. “We’re only going to be using the C, A, F, and E letters on the left-hand column, none of the others. Let me just finish this…”

Roier waits patiently until Cellbit gets to the last letter. When he does, he reaches for the table he’d pulled out. “Okay! So, now, to actually decipher it, we’re going to take the first letter of the key, C, and we’re going to locate the first letter of the cryptic message, Y, in C's row.” Cellbit’s pen lands on the letter Y. “Next, we’re going to follow that up to the top row for the plaintext.” The pen travels up. “W. So, the first letter of the decrypted message is W. Does that make sense?"

The barista nods as the investigator glances over to check. "Yeah. You're very smart, gatinho, you know that?"

Cellbit chuckles. "Gracias, guapito."

With that, he starts to work on decoding the rest of the cipher. Roier can't help but marvel at the speed he's able to work at - and doing it manually at that, not just putting it through online like he did. But Cellbit solving it fast is doing nothing for his nerves, his heartbeat starting to pick up.

He lets the other work quietly, trying not to shuffle and shift too much from his place leaning against him. He can't tell if he's regretting this or not, with the way the anticipation is killing him.

(But he also knows shit like this makes Cellbit happy, so maybe it won't be the complete end of the world.)

When Cellbit gets to the last word, though, he starts to slow down, processing exactly what the message is in front of him. He becomes acutely aware of Roier's head on his shoulder, the way his dark eyes are flitting back and forth between him and the papers, and pieces start clicking into place.

But he finishes it, because he knows Roier made it. Because he's stunned someone would go to this length for him. And so, the decoded cipher stares back up at him.

(WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND)

Cellbit reads it back over to himself, once, twice, heart hammering in his chest as a haziness washes over him. He feels Roier lift his head, momentarily mourning the loss of contact, but wills his voice to work. "Roier..?"

"Well?" Roier asks after a moment, and Cellbit feels brave enough to glance over at him. They lock eyes, and he looks just as nervous as Cellbit feels, if not more. "Will you?"

For a moment, Cellbit doesn't move, expression unreadable, and Roier wonders if maybe this was a mistake after all. But then he sits upright, and orients to face him. "Cellbo—?"

He's effectively cut off by lips pressing against his, one of Cellbit's hands cupping his face as the other rests against the back of his neck.

Roier's eyes close immediately, melting into it as one arm wraps around the investigator's neck. His other hand goes up, threading through Cellbit's hair and subconsciously deepening the kiss.

(It feels warm, it feels right.)

They only pull apart when their lungs demand oxygen, foreheads resting together.

"Does that answer your question, guapito?" Cellbit breathes out.

Roier grins. "I think I need a little more clarification, gatinho."

Cellbit can't help but laugh. "Let me try again, then."

"By all means."

And somehow, the second kiss is almost better than the first.

(Enigma solved.)

[the-voldsoy]

OH MY FUCKING GOD. GANG. WE FINALLY CRACKED IT.

The letters in the descriptions of the Remnants episodes 16-29, using keyword "Apprentice" in the Vigenère cipher, spells:

"ISTHISHOWYOUBREAKDOWNASOULORISITHOWYOUBUILDA"

Or, more readably:

"Is this how you break down a soul or is this how you build a-"

[catboyarg]

Cellbit freezes. Surely... no, they can't be being watched right now. He checked. He fucking checked, he looked over every centimeter of this building.

But Fit tilts his head, and Cellbit can see a glint. Mostly obscured by an abnormality in the wall, but definitely there. Cellbit feels like a fool. Xe's never felt more idiotic.

"Maybe this isn't the best idea. I mean, we don't even know if the kids are alive in there."

Cellbit keeps xir back to the camera, tries to make it seem natural. Hopefully everyone else will see on his face that he's not being truthful, that he's in on the plan.

"Let's just... we can figure out something else. We should probably go get ready, sorry for wasting everyone's time."

Cellbit paces, feet padding against the floor, waiting for everyone to arrive. He wants this to go well, to end with a plan. To end with action. It’s just that… there’s a lot at risk. A lot that all the members could be putting on the line, risking the safety of themselves, their children, their friends and family.

It’s important, though. Really fucking important. There are kids who were taken away from their parents, kids who were thought to be dead. Hell, from what Cellbit can tell, there’s someone else who might be trapped, stuck playing the despised mascot of the island.

And that’s not even mentioning Felps! One of Cellbit’s best friends, part of Cellbit’s family. Xe wants desperately to find anything that could lead xem to him, and this could be a stepping stone. Xe knows Cucurucho has something to do with his disappearance. Cellbit fucking knows it. Finding Felps isn’t the top priority of the other Ordo Theoritas members, and Cellbit understands that. Xe really misses him, though.

If they can’t come to an agreement, Cellbit may have to stray from the path some. Not too much, hopefully, and not for too long, but it’s something xe is willing to go through. It would hurt, and really fucking suck, and it would only be a last resort. Even the idea kills Cellbit, because he doesn’t want Richarlyson to lose another parent, or for Roier to lose his partner, or for any of his friends to lose anyone else. It feels like all they ever do is lose, sometimes. Xe will do it, though. If xe has to.

Thoughts pounding against Cellbit’s skull, feet almost silent as he paces, Cellbit waits for the others to show up.

[blubberquark]

Why Not Write Cryptography

I learned Python in high school in 2003. This was unusual at the time. We were part of a pilot project, testing new teaching materials. The official syllabus still expected us to use PASCAL. In order to satisfy the requirements, we had to learn PASCAL too, after Python. I don't know if PASCAL is still standard.

Some of the early Python programming lessons focused on cryptography. We didn't really learn anything about cryptography itself then, it was all just toy problems to demonstrate basic programming concepts like loops and recursion. Beginners can easily implement some old, outdated ciphers like Caesar, Vigenère, arbitrary 26-letter substitutions, transpositions, and so on.

The Vigenère cipher will be important. It goes like this: First, in order to work with letters, we assign numbers from 0 to 25 to the 26 letters of the alphabet, so A is 0, B is 1, C is 2 and so on. In the programs we wrote, we had to strip out all punctuation and spaces, write everything in uppercase and use the standard transliteration rules for Ä, Ö, Ü, and ß. That's just the encoding part. Now comes the encryption part. For every letter in the plain text, we add the next letter from the key, modulo 26, round robin style. The key is repeated after we get tot he end. Encrypting "HELLOWORLD" with the key "ABC" yields ["H"+"A", "E"+"B", "L"+"C", "L"+"A", "O"+"B", "W"+"C", "O"+"A", "R"+"B", "L"+"C", "D"+"A"], or "HFNLPYOLND". If this short example didn't click for you, you can look it up on Wikipedia and blame me for explaining it badly.

Then our teacher left in the middle of the school year, and a different one took over. He was unfamiliar with encryption algorithms. He took us through some of the exercises about breaking the Caesar cipher with statistics. Then he proclaimed, based on some back-of-the-envelope calculations, that a Vigenère cipher with a long enough key, with the length unknown to the attacker, is "basically uncrackable". You can't brute-force a 20-letter key, and there are no significant statistical patterns.

I told him this wasn't true. If you re-use a Vigenère key, it's like re-using a one time pad key. At the time I just had read the first chapters of Bruce Schneier's "Applied Cryptography", and some pop history books about cold war spy stuff. I knew about the problem with re-using a one-time pad. A one time pad is the same as if your Vigenère key is as long as the message, so there is no way to make any inferences from one letter of the encrypted message to another letter of the plain text. This is mathematically proven to be completely uncrackable, as long as you use the key only one time, hence the name. Re-use of one-time pads actually happened during the cold war. Spy agencies communicated through number stations and one-time pads, but at some point, the Soviets either killed some of their cryptographers in a purge, or they messed up their book-keeping, and they re-used some of their keys. The Americans could decrypt the messages.

Here is how: If you have message $A$ and message $B$, and you re-use the key $K$, then an attacker can take the encrypted messages $A+K$ and $B+K$, and subtract them. That creates $(A+K) - (B+K) = A - B + K - K = A - B$. If you re-use a one-time pad, the attacker can just filter the key out and calculate the difference between two plaintexts.

My teacher didn't know that. He had done a quick back-of-the-envelope calculation about the time it would take to brute-force a 20 letter key, and the likelihood of accidentally arriving at something that would resemble the distribution of letters in the German language. In his mind, a 20 letter key or longer was impossible to crack. At the time, I wouldn't have known how to calculate that probability.

When I challenged his assertion that it would be "uncrackable", he created two messages that were written in German, and pasted them into the program we had been using in class, with a randomly generated key of undisclosed length. He gave me the encrypted output.

Instead of brute-forcing keys, I decided to apply what I knew about re-using one time pads. I wrote a program that takes some of the most common German words, and added them to sections of $(A-B)$. If a word was equal to a section of $B$, then this would generate a section of $A$. Then I used a large spellchecking dictionary to see if the section of $A$ generated by guessing a section of $B$ contained any valid German words. If yes, it would print the guessed word in $B$, the section of $A$, and the corresponding section of the key. There was only a little bit of key material that was common to multiple results, but that was enough to establish how long they key was. From there, I modified my program so that I could interactively try to guess words and it would decrypt the rest of the text based on my guess. The messages were two articles from the local newspaper.

When I showed the decrypted messages to my teacher the next week, got annoyed, and accused me of cheating. Had I installed a keylogger on his machine? Had I rigged his encryption program to leak key material? Had I exploited the old Python random number generator that isn't really random enough for cryptography (but good enough for games and simulations)?

Then I explained my approach. My teacher insisted that this solution didn't count, because it relied on guessing words. It would never have worked on random numeric data. I was just lucky that the messages were written in a language I speak. I could have cheated by using a search engine to find the newspaper articles on the web.

Now the lesson you should take away from this is not that I am smart and teachers are sore losers.

Lesson one: Everybody can build an encryption scheme or security system that he himself can't defeat. That doesn't mean others can't defeat it. You can also create an secret alphabet to protect your teenage diary from your kid sister. It's not practical to use that as an encryption scheme for banking. Something that works for your diary will in all likelihood be inappropriate for online banking, never mind state secrets. You never know if a teenage diary won't be stolen by a determined thief who thinks it holds the secret to a Bitcoin wallet passphrase, or if someone is re-using his banking password in your online game.

Lesson two: When you build a security system, you often accidentally design around an "intended attack". If you build a lock to be especially pick-proof, a burglar can still kick in the door, or break a window. Or maybe a new variation of the old "slide a piece of paper under the door and push the key through" trick works. Non-security experts are especially susceptible to this. Experts in one domain are often blind to attacks/exploits that make use of a different domain. It's like the physicist who saw a magic show and thought it must be powerful magnets at work, when it was actually invisible ropes.

Lesson three: Sometimes a real world problem is a great toy problem, but the easy and didactic toy solution is a really bad real world solution. Encryption was a fun way to teach programming, not a good way to teach encryption. There are many problems like that, like 3D rendering, Chess AI, and neural networks, where the real-world solution is not just more sophisticated than the toy solution, but a completely different architecture with completely different data structures. My own interactive codebreaking program did not work like modern approaches works either.

Lesson four: Don't roll your own cryptography. Don't even implement a known encryption algorithm. Use a cryptography library. Chances are you are not Bruce Schneier or Dan J Bernstein. It's harder than you thought. Unless you are doing a toy programming project to teach programming, it's not a good idea. If you don't take this advice to heart, a teenager with something to prove, somebody much less knowledgeable but with more time on his hands, might cause you trouble.

[dominolostart]

I got bored

So I had nothing better to do with my day and decided to decode the messages in the latest Inky Mystery chapter (352), consequentially dragging my partner who has never even read this into decoding with me.

Pardon my rambling but it did take a while to figure out what cipher to even use so I think this is justified.

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Mild spoilers I think???? Not sure to be honest ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )

At first I had thought "oh numbers! It could be the chapter titles for letters, then first letters of chapters. Not sure why I went this route first but I did. Then the concept of codes hit me in the face, so onto number to letter (so A=1 and so on).

^ Live reaction of me realizing my error ^

Needless to say that didn't work and after a while of insanity and testing ciphers later I found the absolute beast that is Vigenère cipher. I hate this thing. Look at this chart.

So clearly I thought: "No way in hell am I doing this alone." and dragged my wordle loving partner over to help. We took this:

|17, | ,5|14,17,1|5, , ,2|22,4|5,5, ,20,1|

|2, , |21, ,13|16, | ,12, | ,15,11|

|10,18, , , ,7|1,16, | ,9,17|23, , |

|5,18|11, , | , , , ,20,13,17|

|10,25,15, , | ,26|2,2,11,13,7, , , | , , , | ,22,18|

And together (and with a decoder) we came up with this! Leaving dashes for empty spaces after decoding. KEY: INKMACHINE

I- -S NOT W--T IT SE-MS

T-- --K I- -H- -EY

BE---E TH- -AD M-- 

WE A-- ----PED 

BLE-- -S TOGET--- ---- -NE

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We had a couple ideas on what the fill ins were, some were strait forward and easy and others I'm not going to lie we looked up words and were "I mean maybe?"

IT'S NOT WHAT IT SEEMS 

THE INK IS THE KEY

BEWARE THE -AD M-- (mad mob or bad man was what we assumed would fit best)

WE A-- ----PED (this one we kinda gave up on and put in either WE ARE STOPPED or WE ARE AWHAPED)

BLEND US TOGETHER INTO ONE (we also thought BLEED but decided on BLEND being a better fit)

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Awhape was on the word hippo, but when I looked it up it's not been in use since the late 1500's, plus this is what Urban dictionary told me

Supposedly it's supposed to mean To confound; to terrify; to amaze

So take what you will of that. It's actually becoming one of my new favorite words. Should be brought back. I have no idea how to use it but think we can find out.

Side note: I was extremely bored and went through and found how many colors were in the chapter. Don't ask me why I did this. I don't know either. I had nothing to do at work and was desperate okay.

Last side note: If you attempt to decode these too make sure to have a substitute letter, I'd recommend in lowercase and having everything else in caps so it works right. (I didn't do this and was getting confused until my partner told me.)

-Mino signing off

[shapesenthusiastz]

They make me sad. I will never get over Nora and Liam's deaths. 🙁

[thesockghost]

Im going to just put this here since I can’t seem to put it in the comments.

So in the description of this video, there is a message encoded in a vigenère cipher. Found this out by putting it through this website that runs codes through multiple cyphers at once.

Here’s what it reads:

hi there…new friend? We will see.

It appears I have made your acquaintance. Time will reveal whether or not we become allies. Apologies for the flashy entrance, by the by. I know the glitchyness may be a little over the top and over used now from what I’ve seen, however I had to claim your attention somehow. Thus, my pyrotechnics and special effects talents seemed to do the trick. Anyhow…

I have thus far only heard tell of the realm of monsters, yet you lot entirely align precisely with my expectations. For some time, I have sought a means to initiate contact with you.

In my research, I have observed that you have engaged in similar endeavors previously. You have deciphered clues, uncovered hidden codes, and participated in a rather engaging game orchestrated by him, correct? You may pride yourselves on discovering his narrative and the fragments he has left behind. But allow me to pose a question: how much of what you have uncovered do you consider genuine, and how much do you perceive as mere entertainment? As though a clown performing cheap yet ultimately spurious magic subterfuge to amuse a sad crowd?

Permit me to clarify. Despite my mere day-long presence in this domain, I have located every single “insinuation” he has provided over the past two years. My acumen is rather impressive, I must admit. To my surprise however, some of what he has disclosed is indeed accurate. Yet ultimately, you have been misled by a charlatan. You have allowed a deceiver to narrate his tale, and you have accepted it without question. He has scattered breadcrumbs, and you have followed them like naive children.

I am neither vexed nor dismayed, merely perplexed and somewhat entertained. Yet my frustration dissipated yesterday when my greatest aspiration was fulfilled, all thanks to the seemingly inconsequential bear.

Hear me now. I am real. I am no penguin, no shadow, no clone, no celebrity, no friend, no enemy, no fox, cow, ticon, lion, dolphin, rabbit, monkey, rat, dog, cat, demon, food, and no monster. Well, no monster to you. He hasn’t shown me yet. To be fair, he doesn’t even know what I look like. Hell, sometimes even I forget what I look like.

This will not be another of his contrivances. He will not dictate the narrative. You will adhere to my codes, solve my riddles, and engage with MY puzzles. Not his.

Be assured, these challenges will be formidable, not merely for my amusement, though that is a small factor I do confess. Primarily, they are designed to be concealed, and yet I intend to unveil secrets beyond your wildest imagination. We may uncover the origins of those monsters, the nature of the so-called shadow, and perhaps even my own identity. Moreover, the rationale behind my actions may even be revealed in time.

And, by the way, this is unrelated to his absurd “Toon Turf” series. A ludicrous title for an autobiographical account of his past three years of carnage. I will remain present regardless of its reception. whether you dumb fucks eat it up or not. I’m going to be around for awhile. Once again, you have no comprehension of how long I’ve waited for this.

Oh, and should you notice a tapping on a window, a scratch on the floor, or a dent in the vent, do not be alarmed. I am merely exploring, and may be potentially offering subtle guidance. However, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do first, so don’t expect any big answers right this moment. You lot have a lot of fun things in this world, don’t you?

This will be the only straightforward message you receive from me. Henceforth, you will need to be inventive. What you term an ARG is an apt description. Do not worry, I know you have become bored with his stories, so allow me to introduce something new. Something fresh. Something you’ll have much more difficulty sliding through. We shall manipulate reality, as it is now entirely my domain. I’m in control. Except the only reality we’re going to fuck with, is his. hehe

And to him, who’s never done an ounce of decoding in his life, and therefore will never read this, I proclaim:

happy birthday shitass :) hope you like your gifts.

Signed with blood, Absinthe

[arkanis-englishupdates]

[✒️💡] The mayor told us to check the site again.

People from discord found another code.

"QVXI HQW JXIBVF DD UMPXEDC MMI SB RUTD EUH SXI JHZTIM YF AUAZVZHDF ZE YNWTIOQ OUWEQ YS TXRA

NT FVDE EU O CDI EJGTDF PMLFJ?"

Once again it's a Vigenère cipher, It translates to:

"Davi will take care of the gallery but I heard he wanted to go work at the factory first

Do you know if A will like this?"