A long time ago my brother gave me a puzzle box he had picked up during his time in the U.S. Navy.
I loved that box. It was showing some wear when, in the early 2000s, a burglar broke it. Bastard.
The other day Sweetie came home with a puzzle box from Capalini Creations.
Like the box my brother gave me, the Capalini box requires multiple steps to open. Above, the box is closed. Below, it is six or seven steps toward being opened.
After rezzing the box at our PG Den of Iniquity, Sweetie logged off, leaving it to me to figure out how to open the box.
Instead, I decided to play the Crossword game-- but I kept hearing spooky noises. It sounded rather like Gollum and Smeagol arguing in loud whispers:
"We hates the Whimsians!"
"Noooo, the Whimsians is niiice! We looves the Whimsians!"
"Whimsians is bad! We hates them! Nasty Whimsians!"
"Whimsians is our friends! Nice Whimsians!"
"We hates the nassty Whimsians! Hates them!"
I kept looking around to see what was making the periodic sounds, but was unable to find a likely suspect. Until-- unless-- could it be the box!
Yes, it was Sweetie's puzzle box!
Nasty puzzle box frightens Cheyenne!