The Scarlet Letter: Purgatory
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In the dying breaths of the 17th century, where time convulses to the cadence of the soul-stirring whispers, a lonesome castle looms upon the darkest hills of Southern France. The haunting solitude of your past echoes a chilling harmony, resonating with the castle's own profound loneliness. The autumn wind plays a sinister tune. How unfortunate, having to pay for the sins of dead people…
You are playing as... pearl.
In the castle's shadowy halls, guided by the chill of ancient stones, your stride quickens. A haunting anticipation grips your gut, familiar yet unsettling. You understand, don’t you? Your destination looms—a door beckons, a bespoke invitation. The chamber lies uncannily pristine. A four-poster bed rests in the center of it, its vastness unnerving. Your cautious steps linger. A wooden box beckons from the nearby table. Dust swirls as you pick it up. A combination lock guards its secrets.
When do the events of the original text take place?
1743-1756
1850-1851
1642-1649
Congratulations for successfully solving the first half of the riddle.
Incorrect...now the letter A on your chest is bleeding.
It is the year of 1668. You were born exactly 26 years ago. 26, interesting…. I wonder if you waited all this time on purpose. Together they appear, by God’s design,
Like two and two, a sum that always comes to mind.
The curse and verse of the past prevail,
But what’s the number here to unveil?
Incorrect...now the letter A on your chest is bleeding.
You have obtained a knife, etched with an ominous A. I wonder what awaits you next...
The scent of incense leads you down the hall's end. A creaking door reveals a tiny chapel, its floor coated in melted candle wax. A place like this is supposed to calm you, right?
But you’re not very calm, are you, Pearl?
A note on the pulpit both beckons and repels. Beside it, a rosary entwines a small jar, contents unseen. Unfurling the paper, words unveil a chilling script:
In the weave of sin's heavy chain, two fathers dwell, one pure, one in strain,
Dim, a shade in somber plight, yet bearing secret beams of light.
Chill's worth colder, his heart in chase, masking intent in a twisted race,
Pearl, discerning in wisdom's grace, which father's truth shall she embrace?
So which one is it, Pearl? Whose sins do you bear? Will you burn for him?
Dimmesdale
Chillingworth
Hester Prynne
Incorrect...now you shall burn for your sins.
You may have finished the second puzzle, but your sin is never ending.
Stumbling out of the chapel, you take a turn at the end of the hall as darkness wraps around you. Your hands feel up the walls so as not to fall over, until you touch a railing. Must be stairs. You don’t know what propels you to go down, and yet you do it. Your parents didn’t know what propelled them when they made you either. It’s only fair that you turned out this way.
At the end of the stairway, a red door glistens in a way reminiscent of the mark on your chest. You’ve got nothing to lose, right? Pushing inside the chamber, the darkness lifts slightly as you try to make sense of your surroundings. The room is strangely empty, leaving you feeling vulnerable. The only thing bestowed upon its central wall is a painting. Or more so a letter. The letter. A frame displaying the letter “A” stands tall in front of you, white as can be. The symbol is lightly engraved within the canvas but blends with it well enough for its relief to be barely noticeable. Reminds you of something, right? One detail is missing though. But fortunately for you, you have just the right tool to make it resemble your own. Go ahead, you don’t know how long you have.
1. Do you know, Pearl? Do you know where you spent the first months of your life?
2. What did your real father pass away from?
In prison
In the forest
At home
To successfully solve the third riddle, answer the following questions:
Emotional turmoil
Old age
Poisoning
3. In secrets veiled, my origin's fate, // Neither from love's bond nor lawful slate. No wedding vows my arrival did mark,// Yet in this world, I'm a curious spark. What am I?
3.
My father's secret
My mother's daughter
My only salvation
Are you not ashamed enough of your past to keep making mistakes in the present?
You may have succeeded but there is still more to go...
You may have finished the third quiz but the biggest challenge is yet to come...
With the knife's edge tracing the scar's line, your eyes shut tight as you pierce the mark's confines. Not too deep, just enough to draw the needed blood. And you needed a lot of it. Getting closer to the canvas, droplets of the scarlet liquid fall at your feet. Fingers scrape, extracting what's needed, filling the inside of the letter. Oh, Pearl, how many twists of the Knife will it take to complete the entirety? Keep digging!
An eternity passes until the letter's done. Your pallid skin fades against the deep red blotch on your blouse. A jarring sound makes the Knife slip, your nerves on edge. Trembling hands, blood shifts from dark crimson to the palest hue. The art glistens, beckoning. Your fragile touch leaves more bloody imprints on the frame. It awaits, inviting you closer.
Surprise grips you as movement stirs beneath your touch. The frame etches open, unveiling a hidden door within. Inside, a carved niche holds a mysterious purpose. A key, adorned with golden specks, remains motionless, yours for the taking. You earned it. Blood, sweat, and tears.
Reaching out for the key, a haze clouds your sight, crimson hues of the painting creeping into your vision. Suddenly, sunlight stings your eyes awake. You find yourself lying amidst leaves, in an eerie embrace. The autumn wind plays a sinister tune. Rising, discomfort twists your torso. A lonesome castle looms behind you. The same castle you just got out of.
Did you seriously think you’d die in there? It was all a dream, Pearl. Don’t stress it. At least one of you has to remain alive.
You want to go out?
Have you not lost enough in life already..?
Back
Exit
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED FOR THE PICTURES USED IN THE PROJECT.
Preslava Angareva, Diana Zapryanova, Ivanesa Ivkova
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Transcript
The Scarlet Letter: Purgatory
start
In the dying breaths of the 17th century, where time convulses to the cadence of the soul-stirring whispers, a lonesome castle looms upon the darkest hills of Southern France. The haunting solitude of your past echoes a chilling harmony, resonating with the castle's own profound loneliness. The autumn wind plays a sinister tune. How unfortunate, having to pay for the sins of dead people…
You are playing as... pearl.
In the castle's shadowy halls, guided by the chill of ancient stones, your stride quickens. A haunting anticipation grips your gut, familiar yet unsettling. You understand, don’t you? Your destination looms—a door beckons, a bespoke invitation. The chamber lies uncannily pristine. A four-poster bed rests in the center of it, its vastness unnerving. Your cautious steps linger. A wooden box beckons from the nearby table. Dust swirls as you pick it up. A combination lock guards its secrets.
When do the events of the original text take place?
1743-1756
1850-1851
1642-1649
Congratulations for successfully solving the first half of the riddle.
Incorrect...now the letter A on your chest is bleeding.
It is the year of 1668. You were born exactly 26 years ago. 26, interesting…. I wonder if you waited all this time on purpose. Together they appear, by God’s design, Like two and two, a sum that always comes to mind. The curse and verse of the past prevail, But what’s the number here to unveil?
Incorrect...now the letter A on your chest is bleeding.
You have obtained a knife, etched with an ominous A. I wonder what awaits you next...
The scent of incense leads you down the hall's end. A creaking door reveals a tiny chapel, its floor coated in melted candle wax. A place like this is supposed to calm you, right?
But you’re not very calm, are you, Pearl?
A note on the pulpit both beckons and repels. Beside it, a rosary entwines a small jar, contents unseen. Unfurling the paper, words unveil a chilling script: In the weave of sin's heavy chain, two fathers dwell, one pure, one in strain, Dim, a shade in somber plight, yet bearing secret beams of light. Chill's worth colder, his heart in chase, masking intent in a twisted race, Pearl, discerning in wisdom's grace, which father's truth shall she embrace? So which one is it, Pearl? Whose sins do you bear? Will you burn for him?
Dimmesdale
Chillingworth
Hester Prynne
Incorrect...now you shall burn for your sins.
You may have finished the second puzzle, but your sin is never ending.
Stumbling out of the chapel, you take a turn at the end of the hall as darkness wraps around you. Your hands feel up the walls so as not to fall over, until you touch a railing. Must be stairs. You don’t know what propels you to go down, and yet you do it. Your parents didn’t know what propelled them when they made you either. It’s only fair that you turned out this way.
At the end of the stairway, a red door glistens in a way reminiscent of the mark on your chest. You’ve got nothing to lose, right? Pushing inside the chamber, the darkness lifts slightly as you try to make sense of your surroundings. The room is strangely empty, leaving you feeling vulnerable. The only thing bestowed upon its central wall is a painting. Or more so a letter. The letter. A frame displaying the letter “A” stands tall in front of you, white as can be. The symbol is lightly engraved within the canvas but blends with it well enough for its relief to be barely noticeable. Reminds you of something, right? One detail is missing though. But fortunately for you, you have just the right tool to make it resemble your own. Go ahead, you don’t know how long you have.
1. Do you know, Pearl? Do you know where you spent the first months of your life? 2. What did your real father pass away from?
In prison
In the forest
At home
To successfully solve the third riddle, answer the following questions:
Emotional turmoil
Old age
Poisoning
3. In secrets veiled, my origin's fate, // Neither from love's bond nor lawful slate. No wedding vows my arrival did mark,// Yet in this world, I'm a curious spark. What am I?
3.
My father's secret
My mother's daughter
My only salvation
Are you not ashamed enough of your past to keep making mistakes in the present?
You may have succeeded but there is still more to go...
You may have finished the third quiz but the biggest challenge is yet to come...
With the knife's edge tracing the scar's line, your eyes shut tight as you pierce the mark's confines. Not too deep, just enough to draw the needed blood. And you needed a lot of it. Getting closer to the canvas, droplets of the scarlet liquid fall at your feet. Fingers scrape, extracting what's needed, filling the inside of the letter. Oh, Pearl, how many twists of the Knife will it take to complete the entirety? Keep digging! An eternity passes until the letter's done. Your pallid skin fades against the deep red blotch on your blouse. A jarring sound makes the Knife slip, your nerves on edge. Trembling hands, blood shifts from dark crimson to the palest hue. The art glistens, beckoning. Your fragile touch leaves more bloody imprints on the frame. It awaits, inviting you closer.
Surprise grips you as movement stirs beneath your touch. The frame etches open, unveiling a hidden door within. Inside, a carved niche holds a mysterious purpose. A key, adorned with golden specks, remains motionless, yours for the taking. You earned it. Blood, sweat, and tears.
Reaching out for the key, a haze clouds your sight, crimson hues of the painting creeping into your vision. Suddenly, sunlight stings your eyes awake. You find yourself lying amidst leaves, in an eerie embrace. The autumn wind plays a sinister tune. Rising, discomfort twists your torso. A lonesome castle looms behind you. The same castle you just got out of.
Did you seriously think you’d die in there? It was all a dream, Pearl. Don’t stress it. At least one of you has to remain alive.
You want to go out?
Have you not lost enough in life already..?
Back
Exit
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED FOR THE PICTURES USED IN THE PROJECT.
Preslava Angareva, Diana Zapryanova, Ivanesa Ivkova