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#339395 The Stuff

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 06 August 2014 - 11:29 PM

Want me to help out?  It's very punny ;)...

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#339040 Sacrifice Mice

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 14 July 2014 - 01:31 AM


That should work. I had a different answer in mind.

Spoiler for


Spoiler for In that case...



Spoiler for I realized...

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#339018 The Chromatic Witch, Ep 3: W, Did You Know? Zombies Only Eat Orange

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 13 July 2014 - 06:06 AM

The girl focused on the sound of her own breathing as her feet pounded the belt of the treadmill underneath her.  In the background, the TV was playing, some children’s show - Along a Rainbow or some such, she wasn’t paying attention.


Coming upon the last ‘leg’ of her run, she clicked the speed setting up until her legs were flying at their top speed.  Her face set in an expression of determination as she struggled to breathe and watched the odometer count up:  9.6...9.7...9.8...9.9…


As the counter reached 10 miles, she slammed down on the “STOP” button.  The belt decelerated precipitously and she breathed heavily.


Her breath returned shortly, but with it came thoughts about what was to occur and unwanted feelings of longing and sadness.  The girl winced.


“It’s alright to be scared, you know.”  The young man, who had been watching unnoticed from the doorway, took this moment to come forward.  “Anyone would, in your position.”


The girl wiped her head with a nearby towel, then shook it.  “No...what I have been tasked with requires a strength of will...fear...fear will only get in the way.  I have to be strong, I have to control my emotions…”  Her voice drifted off as a pained look crossed her features.


The corners of the young man’s eyes curled up sympathetically. He placed a hand on her sinewy shoulder.  “Hey...why was the electron invited to the party wagon?”


A puzzled expression crept onto the girl’s face.  “I...what?”


“It wasn’t, it just lept-on!” The young man gave her a huge, silly smile.


Her eyes furrowed with incredulity, but the corners of the girl’s lips couldn’t help curling up into a smile.  “I see…that’s...terrible...” she laughed.


The young man shrugged.  “I heard that somewhere and thought you might enjoy it.  I don’t know, you’re the smart one, after all.”


Still smiling, the girl squeezed his hand.  “Thanks…”


Nodding softly, he gazed into her eyes earnestly.  “You don’t have to go at it alone you know...not yet at least…”


Glancing away, the girl nodded sadly.  “I know…”






The Chromatic Witch




W, Did You Know?  Zombies Only Eat Orange





Knock knock,

Who's there?


Banana who?

Knock knock,

Who's there?


Banana who?

Knock knock,

Who's there?


Orange who -

Orange you glad I didn't say 'banana'?


Remembered from a random childhood book of 'Knock knock' jokes





Orin ran along, laughing, as his dog Spot barked at him and hopped up and down.  Finally, finding a good trajectory, he tossed the frisbee he was holding high in the air and far into the distance.  Spot sprinted for it, making an impressive jump for the orange disc at the last moment and catching it squarely in his furry jaw.


“Good boy, Spot,” Orin praised as the jack russell terrier delivered the prize to his feet, then looked up at his owner hopefully, tail wagging vigorously.  The blond boy reached out his hand to pat his pet on the head and...


*Beep*  *Beep*  *Beeeep*...*Beep*  *Beep*  *Beeeep*...


Orin groaned and rolled over in his bed, hugging his pillow to his head, which was still pounding from the festivities of the night before.  The persistent noise was so annoying...if only he could press a button and turn that darn alarm off, like before, when...wait, when was that?


One of his blue eyes cringed open as the sound of Janine’s voice came into his head over the neuro-link.  


“Good morning Agents,” the feminine voice chirped cheerfully...much too cheerfully in Orin's present opinion.  “There is a matter of urgency, please congregate in the main operations room at once.”


Groaning even more loudly, the blond young man tumbled out of his bed and somehow managed to rummage up and into his uniform, brush his teeth, and haphazardly throw some water on his face.


A few minutes later, he stepped into the main operations room, where the other agents had already gathered.  Father stood on the second floor veranda with Umi and Janine next to him.  As the magnanimous leader began to speak, Orin realized that the fog had gone from his head.  He frowned, then shrugged.


“Agents of Sector Lambda,” Father addressed them in a deep, resounding voice.  “While you were engaged with the Green Witch, the location of the Orange Gateway was discovered.  An advance team, Sector Nu, was sent to scout out the area and report back, but as of 0400, we lost contact with them and have not been able to re-establish the connection.”


There was a concert of concerned gasps.  “What...what does that mean?” one of the agents inquired with trepidation.

Father’s countenance darkened and his jaw set stonily.  A somberness weighed heavily down on his voice.  “It means that, Sector Lambda, you must deploy immediately.”




This is the Orange Gateway?” A dubious expression hung on Orin’s handsome features as he stepped out of the black van and shut the door adorned with a silver lambda symbol.  The faces of the other agents echoed his reticence as they stared up at the ramshackle structure towering before them.  


The immense warehouse-resembling construction boasted several rows of crumbling windows covered with boards that were themselves displaying differing degrees of dilapidation.  A mosaic of plaster, concrete, and faded paint in a shade that could barely prove it had been orange at some point in its lifetime spanned the building’s outer walls.  In the center of the monolith, rounding out the pageant of decrepitude, an enormous bright orange upward-sliding door stood like an 18th century street walker in London.


Wraith shrugged.  “That’s what the intel said, but, I don’t know...it doesn’t really seem like the Witch’s style...”


“It’s what Father said,” a pretty red-headed female agent interrupted him, glaring.  “Are you questioning his instructions?”


Throwing up his hands as if in a shield, Wraith blinked.  “Whoa, no, of course not, I’m just questioning...well I guess I’m questioning the Witch’s taste.  The previous Gateways seemed more...well, elegant…”


“The Chromatic Witch is a vile, repugnant, and vulgar creature,” The flame-haired agent blazoned.  “Claiming otherwise is treachery to the cause and to Father.”


“Yeah...of course…” the Captain stammered, taken aback.  The redhead opened her mouth to continue her beratement, but Wraith was saved by Janine’s voice broad-casted over the neurolink.


“We scanned the entrance, and it doesn’t appear to locked or fixed in any way.  It doesn’t appear to be trapped either, you have the go to enter the Gateway.”


Shaking his head ruefully, Captain Wraith stepped up to the orange door, took hold of the handle, inhaled, and pulled up.  The door slid easily, the chain machining it clicking as it rose.


“Well, that was easy, that’s a good sign, right?” Orin piped up, putting on a smile.


“Mmmhmm…” was Wraith’s reply.  In truth, he wasn’t sure that a smooth entrance was really an auspicious omen…


The light rolling through the doorway illuminated an empty floor, devoid of anything other than a thick layer of dust.  The space beyond was dark, and expansive.


Wraith bit his lip hesitantly, but Orin felt a sense of excitement welling up internally and stamped into the building.  After a moment, the other agents followed.  The Captain sighed, but brought up the rear.


The moment he was inside the structure, the door abruptly slammed to the ground behind him and what seemed to him an ocean of fluorescent lights blasted on.  Apprehensive murmurs rumbled through the group of agents as they waited at the mercy of their eyes adjusting to the brightness.


When they did, however, the disquiet in their tones modulated into acquisitiveness.  Before them extended a long corridor inlaid with 14 burnt-orange doors, each presenting an inscribed gilded plaque.  Orin stepped up to the one nearest him, it read the letters “MP


Below the letters was an old fashioned slider, with somewhat larger dimensions.  Orin slid out the gilded cover, and below was shown:


Spoiler for MP


The agents investigated the other doors, and found similar markings.


Spoiler for NT


Spoiler for IN


Spoiler for LB


Spoiler for NB


Spoiler for ER


Spoiler for RF


Spoiler for JC


Spoiler for SH


Spoiler for EF


Spoiler for MC


Spoiler for DB


Spoiler for JM


Spoiler for LP



“Well,” Captain Wraith ruminated.  “I’m guessing we have to pick the right door...and that the others probably lead to a fate that’s...unpleasant.”  He glanced around, frowning.  “I don’t see any signs of Sector Nu, they must have gotten past this point.  We should try to get to them as quickly as possible.  Let’s get to cracking this!”




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#338796 Coni-mising

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 29 June 2014 - 06:32 AM

In a time long long ago in a land far far away (okay, maybe not that far)...
As a reward for your clever calculating services, the High King Math offers you a reward.  This kingdom molds its gold into right circular cone shapes for currency, and the King will grant mold you such a cone that follows the following criteria:
You may choose the radius ® and height (h) of the cone, but it must fit, placed upside down, in a larger cone of radius R and height H, with the bases of the two cones parallel (sketched below).
In terms of R and H, what values should you choose for your cone to get the most gold?
Spoiler for For those not exposition-ally inclined

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#338668 Four numbers equals two dozen

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 19 June 2014 - 11:25 PM

Perhaps check it again:


Don't sweat the acronym thing, I don't know how long you've been around, but I've been around on and off for years and bon-chan (my nickname for bonanova ;)) has been around even longer, and it's a very common practice to use acronyms, so common we sometimes take it for granted  ^_^ .


Tone is something that's pretty subjective in text (I've been a victim of having mine misread myself), so I can't tell for sure where your post was negative or not, but I think it's generally considered bad form to criticize someone's puzzle.  Like bon-chan said, there are plenty of puzzles here, and if you don't particularly care for one, you can simply move on to another more to your taste.


As a puzzle maker myself, I think the thing you have to understand is that many puzzle designers put a lot of time and thought into designing puzzles, and it doesn't seem very nice when someone puts down something that you spent effort for to provide to them for free :/. 


And for better or for worse, posting an answer you found online or already know kinda ruins it for people who were trying to come up with the answer on their own.


 Puzzle makers and puzzle solvers have a symbiotic relationship, and, seeing how activity on BrainDen has been falling off lately, I would encourage everyone to try to minimize activities and/or attitudes that would discourage either :).

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#338541 Number picking III. 15 but not a race

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 02 June 2014 - 10:17 PM

Spoiler for Tic tac no...

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#338503 Fowl Play

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 28 May 2014 - 10:22 PM

Spoiler for Looking at these with fresh eyes:

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#333219 The Adventure

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 17 June 2013 - 12:28 AM

Spoiler for

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#333135 One Up Me

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 14 June 2013 - 10:06 PM

If I only knew that I'd end up with cronic heart palpitations and a compressed spine from sitting hunched over a computer all the time, I would never have started down this slippery slope called "mafia".

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#333069 Reputation

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 13 June 2013 - 09:15 PM

Interestingly, when i came into the situation, everyone was arguing against her.  She had been banned from MM and I was hosting a game that she signed up for.  Someone PM'd me here and gave me a fair bit of warning about her.  After a bit of investigation, I found people were saying some pretty harsh things about her.  She seemed pretty fine to me.  I tried to help her integrate into the community, but for some reason she thought I was trying to sabotage her.  Eventually, the conversation was reduced to personal attacks.  I eventually said some things I really wish I hadn't.  I blocked her and wouldn't go down that road with her ever again.  Not without very good reason, anyway.


I tried to help her and I got burned.  That's my perspective.  If she ever came back, I would stay neutral--no help, no harm.



Fair enough.  


Honestly, though, from the admittedly little I've read, I feel kinda sorry for her.  I had an awkward childhood, being a geek, introvert, one of those creative ppl who are hyper-sensitive (supposedly it's why so many, like, famous artists, poets, composers, and whatnot go insane), and, like, only Asian person at my school.  I didn't develop very good social skills, well, any social skills at all, really, until I went to a college where the majority of the population was actually more socially awkward than me! :lol: ;).  Later, I met a girl who had the same issues as I did when I was younger and I felt really bad for her, I wished I had helped her more, but I think I was afraid...maybe of exposing myself to my memories of hard times :(.  I dunno...I think my biggest regrets in life are when I feel like I could have helped ppl but I chose not to...:/


Anyways, I wish the best for this Sakura Chan and hope she'll eventually find her way like I did, I would like to thank you for sharing your perspective, and I hope ppl here treat and are treated with the respect and kindness they deserve :).

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#332891 Winning a strategic number game

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 10 June 2013 - 01:57 AM

Spoiler for A lot simpler than it looks...

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#332862 'About Me' Page

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 08 June 2013 - 06:55 AM

Was the 'About Me' page disabled or did I just completely forget how to access the editing option for it, lol...


It's nice to have something public, easily accessful, and editable to, like, put links to puzzles on, for example :/.

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#332859 The Chromatic Witch, Ep 2: The Power of Green

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 08 June 2013 - 12:01 AM

The six dark heads turned simultaneously and twelve glowing green eyes glowered at the diminutive form.  “Where...did that come from?” the voices echoed.


Orin frowned.  What did they mean?  His own gaze trained on the jocund helper.  If he was not their creature, then...


Something was attempting to surface in his memory.  Something he had seen as a child...a television show...with children trying to solve puzzles...and a rainbow...


After conferring with his capable team, Captain Wraith stepped forward confidently.  “Time for this charade to cease.  We know who you are...we know which you are...Witch.”


“Green is the color of will and energy,” one agent recited, stepping up behind the captain.


“These clones are created of energy, channeled by will,” said another.


“The real Witch is the the one who controls the chaos...” a third agent chimed in.  Then, all said turned in conjunction to one of the figures and spoke in chorus, “...you.”


The Chromatic Witch smiled and waved his green gloved hand and the other five figures vanished.  “Not bad...I can see this version has significant improvements...” he shrugged.  “But still...just because you can find me doesn’t mean you can defeat me.”


He swept up his arms to the sides, palms upward, and abruptly their surroundings vanished and all around them was a screen of green.


The Witch clapped his hands together and their surroundings turned into a desert canyon.  There was a rumbling, and rocks began to precipitate from the jagged cliffs.


The agents scrambled, dodging the barrage of boulders.  Their enemy laughed and clapped his hands again.


The dust and debris disappeared, to be replaced by darkness, mud, and roaring rain.  Suddenly there was lightning, closely followed by thunder, and then the rain turned to sleet that pelted the freezing agents.


“You cannot win,” the Witch declared.  “This is my gateway.  Everything is as I will it to be.”


“Not...everything,” spoke Orin slowly through shivering teeth as it came to him. Along A Rainbow, the show had been called, and there had been a helper, a guide to the children...Hucky the Hinter...  


The Chromatic Witch stopped and studied him.  Orin clenched his hands into fists, fighting the cold.


“The leprechaun...it...it came from me, from my imagination...from my will.”  A fire ignited in Orin’s eyes.  “If green is the power of will, then...then we use it too!”

The Witch’s lips pursed pensively, then curved into a bemused smile.  He clapped his hands once more and the surroundings turned back to green.  “Let’s see about that...”








Kyle Rayner, Green Lantern





Agents, you must channel the energy of your will to form objects to complete the obstacles that are set before you.

Each player may only maintain one object at a time.  Objects that commonly come as a set count as one object only if it is utilized as a set (i.e. you cannot use part of a set of colored pencils to draw a diagram and another part to use as kindling).

Objects must be less than 100m in all dimensions, in the state they are used in (i.e. a 300m coil of rope might be less than 100m in all dimensions, but if you use it when it’s fully stretched out, it counts as 300m).

Objects formed must be easily describable with a word or two (i.e. no conjuring complex contraptions constructed to complete the particular task).

You may not create intelligent beings (scientists, superheroes, aliens, etc).  You may create animate objects, but you cannot direct, or ‘program’ them.  (No animals trained to accomplish your particular task, no programmed robots, etc).  However, creatures will be assumed to react to stimuli in the appropriate fashion (a dog will run after/to a steak).

No motorized vehicles (including air, sea, etc).  Your interactions with objects are limited to what any average person can do (no specialized training).

There is no one right answer here, tasks will be deemed completed as long as they follow the rules and the spirit of the game (i.e. trying to exploit loopholes in the rules is not acceptable, but combining and using objects in creative and unexpected ways is great ^_^).

Last but not least, this is a team effort, feel free to discuss and coordinate with your teammates.  And have fun!





Feels good to be back in the puzzle-pushing saddle ^_^


(Note:  If you've ever played Scribblenauts, it's a similar setup ;))


The last puzzle was not completely solved, and there are some hints in the post to allow players to work on finishing it up while I finish constructing the Boss Battle scenarios.  Also feel free to ask questions.


Good luck!

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#330453 I Know I Spend Too Much Time On BrainDen When...

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 08 April 2013 - 11:40 PM

When I verbify 'BrainDen' (hey, it's like 'google' ;))

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#330448 Fowl Play

Posted by Yoruichi-san on 08 April 2013 - 10:23 PM

Okay, I've been stuck for a while but then I realized I may be way over-thinking some of these:


Spoiler for I think, therefore I BrainDen

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