BLUE GROUP

In the year 2100, modern society has forsaken the past in pursuit of progress. As a scientist with a fervent passion for history, you've crafted a time travel apparatus to indulge your fascination. "Let's go, shawty!" you exclaim. Within your dim cellar, cluttered with papers, tools, and curious contraptions, you sense the moment of truth. The final component of your machine quivers in your hands. But upon attempting to slot it into place, it stubbornly refuses to fit. Frustration threatens to overwhelm you, but you push it aside, determined. "Not now, not like this!" With gritted teeth, you exert force, wrestling with your unruly creation. Despite your efforts—or perhaps because of them—all control slips away. Buttons depress themselves as you tumble into the capsule, engulfed in a swirling blue haze. The machine emits a cacophony of discordant notes, protesting its mistreatment. Thoughts race through your mind: surprise, fear, and a desperate plea for reprieve, but it's too late. Yet, in a twisted sense, it validates your scientific prowess... A silver lining, perhaps? Colors blur, and time loses its grip, melding into a surreal continuum that carries you along. Words fail to capture the essence of this odyssey, but you can attest to its duality—a mix of the sublime and the harrowing. The timeline, voracious in its appetite, devours you and your machine until satiated, then casts you adrift in an unknown time and place.

Before venturing into the expanse of golden fields ahead, you pause, a moment of uncertainty gripping you. The towering walls of grass loom overhead, dwarfing your stature. After a brief contemplation, you dismiss your hesitation and step forward. Who would act so recklessly, you wonder? But the peculiarity of the situation has muddled your thoughts, rendering rational decisions elusive. Navigating through the layers of grass, you embark on a meandering journey, scouring for any semblance of aid to mend your fractured time capsule. With each step, your mind remains clouded, memories of the recent events elusive. Yet, your purpose remains clear—to return to your rightful century, for the current locale is undoubtedly not where you belong. Tracing faint imprints on the ground, you hope they lead to salvation. However, amidst your pursuit, the notion of becoming lost fails to register. The looming prospect, with its high likelihood, escapes your consideration entirely. Yet fate, in its capricious nature, delivers the inevitable blow—lost you become. Exhaustion seeps into your bones as you stand amidst the walls of golden grass, directionless and disoriented. Panic flares within you, thoughts swirling as you entertain the notion of this all being a fantastical dream. Just as despair threatens to engulf you, a glimmer catches your eye—a foreign object resting on the ground. Intrigued, you approach cautiously, eager to unravel its mystery.

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Good job! You just found the first piece of your machine ! A strainer might be useful as its holes provide ventilation, making it suitable for storing perishable items like fruits or vegetables. This could be useful if you're including organic matter in the time capsule to demonstrate changes over time.

Before venturing into the expanse of golden fields ahead, you pause, a moment of uncertainty gripping you. The towering walls of grass loom overhead, dwarfing your stature. After a brief contemplation, you dismiss your hesitation and step forward. Who would act so recklessly, you wonder? But the peculiarity of the situation has muddled your thoughts, rendering rational decisions elusive. Navigating through the layers of grass, you embark on a meandering journey, scouring for any semblance of aid to mend your fractured time capsule. With each step, your mind remains clouded, memories of the recent events elusive. Yet, your purpose remains clear—to return to your rightful century, for the current locale is undoubtedly not where you belong. Tracing faint imprints on the ground, you hope they lead to salvation. However, amidst your pursuit, the notion of becoming lost fails to register. The looming prospect, with its high likelihood, escapes your consideration entirely. Yet fate, in its capricious nature, delivers the inevitable blow—lost you become. Exhaustion seeps into your bones as you stand amidst the walls of golden grass, directionless and disoriented. Panic flares within you, thoughts swirling as you entertain the notion of this all being a fantastical dream. Just as despair threatens to engulf you, a glimmer catches your eye—a foreign object resting on the ground. Intrigued, you approach cautiously, eager to unravel its mystery.

Good job! A strainer might be useful as its holes provide ventilation, making it suitable for storing perishable items like fruits or vegetables. This could be useful if you're including organic matter in the time capsule to demonstrate changes over time.

Insert here the password to go to the next step!

And here is another piece, just next to an old parchment : it seems like this labyrinth has an issue ! The map is old, but you can detect the path...

Lost in an unfamiliar place, an unknown time. You're clueless. The journey spanned roughly 400 kilometers in mere seconds, leaving you and your machine battered and fragmented. Memories fade, and fragments of your capsule litter the path of your abrupt arrival—a dismal situation indeed. Especially since, in a society where the past is shunned, you programmed your machine with a code only you cannot recall. "Well, it might come back to me someday... For now, I'll repair this blasted capsule." Surveying your surroundings, you realize your position atop a hill offers a commanding view. As a scientist of the 22nd century, the landscape strikes you as peculiar: golden grass stretches to the horizon, intersected by an enigmatic gray streak. Before delving into the past, you must retrieve the lost gears of your capsule and procure fuel to power your machine. Equipped with essential tools—an omni-translator, an infinite-space-bag, and a snack for sustenance—you scour the wreckage, salvaging what little you can find.

Salve hospes! I'm Licia, a Roman matron who owns the farm nearby, my name is Licia and I see that you need help! In this wheat field that may seem like a labyrinth, you can find some useful tools for your machine and be able to go back in time! Ask the farmers if they can help you!

Do you think this tool could be useful to you? Guess what we ancient Romans used it for...

I'm a farmer, I seem to find something here in the middle of the wheat...

Lost in an unfamiliar place, an unknown time. You're clueless. The journey spanned roughly 400 kilometers in mere seconds, leaving you and your machine battered and fragmented. Memories fade, and fragments of your capsule litter the path of your abrupt arrival—a dismal situation indeed. Especially since, in a society where the past is shunned, you programmed your machine with a code only you cannot recall. "Well, it might come back to me someday... For now, I'll repair this blasted capsule." Surveying your surroundings, you realize your position atop a hill offers a commanding view. As a scientist of the 22nd century, the landscape strikes you as peculiar: golden grass stretches to the horizon, intersected by an enigmatic gray streak. Before delving into the past, you must retrieve the lost gears of your capsule and procure fuel to power your machine. Equipped with essential tools—an omni-translator, an infinite-space-bag, and a snack for sustenance—you scour the wreckage, salvaging what little you can find.

Salve hospes! I'm Licia, a Roman matron who owns the farm nearby, my name is Licia and I see that you need help! In this wheat field that may seem like a labyrinth, you can find some useful tools for your machine and be able to go back in time! Ask the farmers if they can help you!

Do you think this tool could be useful to you? Guess what we ancient Romans used it for...

I'm a farmer, I seem to find something here in the middle of the wheat...

You are about to collect all the pieces you need to fix your capsule! It's a moment of triumph amidst the turmoil, a sign that perhaps fate hasn't entirely abandoned you. Now you have to go to the town to get the last missing pieces! Julia, the matrona can help you!

At the end of the labyrinth, another piece waited for you. You've almost done it, last one and you will fix the time machine with all the pieces you found ! But at the moment you saw the last piece, a mischevious child took it ! You yell at him: "Dumbass !"

HAHAAAA ! You're stupid weird guy ! I took it now it's mine ! But you know...if you really want it, i can give it back to you... just play with me ! Can you guess this ? The name of my belt, weirdo ! Get it ? Try to catch meee !

Maybe you got it, but it was simple, you didn't win ! I have another one, if you fail, you can say goodbye to your strange piece. It would look good in my room... So, why don't you have one ? See, mine is so beautiful, shining and hanging on my toga ! You're jealous, hahahaaa !

You finally gathered all the pieces, and managed to rebuild your machine. Now, you just need your brain to retrieve the code. "Come on, you're stupid braaain!" Maybe you can take your time to think near the stairs. See, there's a cat..

Got it! You can go back to your century! When you arrive, go to your teachers and tell them the word: "Erasmus+"!

MEOOOWWW ! "A five figure's code... mustn't be that difficult. Can you help me, budy ?"

EUREKA !! The code came back to your mind, thanks to your new lil' friend which let you get loosen. Then renewed determination, you gathered the scattered pieces of your capsule and get to work. With your equipment in place and a makeshift repair job completed, you can breathe a sigh of relief. It's not perfect, but it should be enough to get you back to where you belong. As you start the machine, a wave of anticipation passes through you. The familiar hum of its engines fills the air, a reassuring melody amidst the uncertainty. With one last look at the strange landscape around you, you prepare for the journey ahead. The capsule trembles as it begins to rise, the colors of the world blurring in a whirlwind of movement. Moments later, you find yourself wounded in time and space, back in the familiar embrace of your century. As you emerge from the capsule, returning to the comfort of your own time, you can't help but reflect on the incredible journey you've taken. It was a test unlike any other, a test of courage, ingenuity and resilience. But despite it all, you emerged victorious, a testament to the indomitable spirit of human curiosity and determination. And as you stand in the familiar surroundings of your laboratory, you know that while the past may hide its mysteries, it is the future that truly calls. With newfound wisdom and a renewed sense of purpose, you set to work, eager to reveal the next great adventure that awaits you.

MEOOOWWW !