Prologue
It was midnight. You have just left for the nearest port in Isla Redonda, aptly termed the End of the World. Argentina was a nice place, but after your tiring journey (refer to A Tribute to Volvo: The Hunt) you need a rest. However, rest would not come easily.
A flash of light and...
You wake up in a cold, dark room. You cannot remember how you got here, and who brought you here. You spy two sheets of paper on the ground. The first was titled "Rules".
Rules of the Hunt
1. Your answer is always in the form of a coordinate (ex. 1234E 5678W).
2. No hints are hidden in the Source Code. ALL CLUES ARE FOUND ON THE PAGE ITSELF.
3. All software you need are in your Accessories. No other software is needed.
4. The format for entering answers is: www.freewebs.com/hunttribute2/answer.htm . For example, if your answer was 1234E 5678W, you should type www.freewebs.com/hunttribute2/1234E5678W.htm
Remember, the answer is in the form of a coordinate. However, exceptions do occur and details will be given when the time comes.
5. I have used the font BlackAdder ITC for most of the levels. If you do not have this font, it is recommended you install it for maximum enjoyment of this Hunt.
6. Google is required for some puzzles. It will serve you well to research on every destination you are in, as many puzzles are based on the local culture of that particular location. Wikipedia is also a useful tool.
7. Good Luck.
The Hunt had begun again.
15 Puzzles
15 Cryptic Passwords
1 Final Answer
Can you finish the Hunt?
You look at the next sheet of paper. There was a poem written on it.
"The Sun is setting,
The Moon is rising,
The Cat is getting away.
The Dog barks,
In the dead of the night.
As I stay in my camp, wondering...
When can I get away?
When can I leave
This desolate land of oppression?
When can I have
As I think through it,
I have the answer in my mind,
When I am filled with hope...
The Rain comes down
On my muddy Hands
As the Pond fills with water...
The Bee is buzzing,
Flying over the Flowers,
As I lower myself to the Grass...
When can I get away?
When can I leave
This desolate land of oppression?
When can I have
As I think through it,
I have the answer in my mind,
When I am filled with hope...
The Torch lights up the darkness,
The darkness of my Heart
The Leaves tickle me
As I revisit my childhood life...
The Trees tower over me,
As the Stars shine the way to freedom...
When can I get away?
When can I leave
This desolate land of oppression?
When can I have
As I think through it,
I have the answer in my mind,
When I am filled with hope..."
You ponder over this cryptic poem but can glimpse nothing from it. However, this poem would be the crucial factor between SUCCESS and FAILURE...
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