Faizaan

An aura of beauty A heart of dark. Keep you from the light, Short as a spark. What am I?

Whoa whoa whoa. Hold on. The first in the whole forum? Or the first in the whole thread? Cause that would be the craziest and coolest, massively misinterpreted hint ever.

Close, but close enough. "About as efficient as reading braille with your eyes" was the intended message. Care to explain how you got your answer?

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For clarification, the Butler may turn the table in any direction and as may spaces as he wants, right?

Currently no. No weapons, no objects of any kind. You were probably stripped of anything you had anyway. You are wearing a long sleeve shirt and cargo shorts BTW.

[ The source of the footsteps stops behind you. Large hands grab your restrained wrists, moving them around, probably checking the tape. He (or she) walks around you and lifts your chin and turns your head side to side examining you carefully. You seize the moment to crack your eyes open the tiniest bit. Definitely a man. Bald, large jaw, and scars on his face, grinning. (Very stereotypical, huh?) Whoever this guy is, he isn't a doctor. His eyes gaze over to the IV. Crap. His expression melts; concern overcoming his face. "Mitch!" You flinch at the volume of his voice. "What?!" replies another voice from the door behind you. Two of them? Good thing you didn't try to attack. "The machine's busted! I don't know how long it's been but he isn't awake yet. Go get another one." Door shuts. Footsteps into the distance. The man in the room starts, "I should probably get that bandaged, huh?" refering to the hole in your side. He stands up walks towards the door but doesn't leave. You hear him set something heavy down, muttering something about "...not even sure why I hold on to this anymore, it's pointless." He walks back with some gauze, and starts wrapping it around your torso.] So what now? Do you make a move? Do you wait for events to play themselves out? Think carefully, plan ahead, make assumptions (you'll need them). Questions? EDIT: Typo

You attempt to rise from your seat. Pain bolts through your body. What the-? Blood, your blood. Lots of it, too. There's a puncture wound close to your left kidney (from the front). You try to ignore the pain, and stand. Suddenly, the sound of a doorknob turning. Behind you? Adrenaline shoots through your body. You play dead. Well, unconscious, really. The sounds of footsteps approaching you make your heart beat faster and faster. What do you do? Attack? Continue playing dead? EDIT: Accidentally posted while incomplete.

Pain seers through your body, an earthquake of hurt starting from your side and spreading to every other part of your body. To your fingertips. A vague sense of conflict, leading up to where you are now. Where is that again? Nothing to see, Nothing to hear. Distorted feelings and ideas fill your head. Oh, that's right. Inside my head. You Awaken. You try opening your eyes. Bad idea. Stinging bright light induces an instant headache. I never did like Mondays. Time Stops. So does your heart. What day is it? What year? Where am I? You forcefully open your eyes, slowly, but not succumbing to the pain. Blurry. You can't seem to make out anything significant.Why is everything so blurry?!? You instinctively try to wipe your eyes. Your hands are tied behind your back. Well, great. Your eyes adjust and focus, and the lack of noticeable shapes starts to make sense. You're in a white room, with nothing in it but you, a chair, and an electronic I.V. attached to your arm. It had malfunctioned and shut off. Whatever they were pumping into you, the had plenty of... Who are they, exactly? Regardless, you need to find a way out, this place isn't giving off the best vibes. You've got Duct tape on your wrists, a needle in your arm, and an old wooden chair under you. So, you need to get out of...where ever you are. I have a general idea where this is going, but 'll make up stuff as I go along. Sometimes there will be a specific solution to the problem you are told to solve, but sometimes, the solution will be ambiguous. This is my first time writing something like this, please leave feedback on my writing style! Good Luck! P.S. Any questions (i.e. about the environment, etc.) will be answered. Also, be very specific. Pretend I'm a genie or something.

Correct. I never asked a question. But the puzzle is how two people could seemingly make a transaction in which both make a profit.

I place $20 in a box. So do you. Now the box contains $40, and we both know it. I sell the box to you for $30. And we both walk away with a $10 profit. I'm pretty sure this puzzle speaks for itself. This was posted on Facebook by a friend of mine, and I just had to share it here!

oh whoops, sorry, maybe I (we) should go back and read older posts, see if something was overlooked

And out from the shadows appeared Shadow7! Made us feel like failures.

So far I've just been reading this whole thread (like a novel), and I am impressed with what you're doing, OmegaScales. Reminds me of Andromeda's puzzles, which is why I came to The Den to begin with. Anyways, GOOD STUFF!

I'm not a whiz at Physics yet, so if I'm missing an important point... well, let me know.

Wow, I haven't been here forever... and since I've replied to this topic before, I've gotten about 30 (checks) 160 emails notifying me of replies to the topic. Anyways, this bombardment of emails has driven me to come back, if only for this one post. So... I think this gives 19 people a definite survival and one person an 80-90% chance of survival.

Sorry. Just haven't been on here for a while, so I'm not thinking so well.

Congragurations! You solved the riddle. Thank you all for replying, you all gave great responses.

Still pretty much the same as your last post. Keep guessing.