I continued walking down the busy New York street, unaware of what lay ahead. I had just quit my job, and now I could pursue my dream of becoming an actor. I had been in many plays, but I eventually had to get a job, so my dream slowed to a halt. I was almost home, where I would get on my computer and find an open audition for a play. But before I got there, I bumped into a man with a brown trench coat and a black hat, carrying a briefcase. He then handed me the case, and whispered, "You know what to do." Before I could say anything, he was gone. I, of course, had no idea what to do.
I went in my home, and sat the briefcase on the table. I opened it, and inside there was a small computer. I turned it on, and the screen read, "Welcome, O.P." The screen then changed to say, "You have as many tries as you want. Good luck." After that, the screen then had a different message. It now read, "What is red, and not good for your teeth?" I knew the answer, because my dad used to tell me this joke when I was little. I grabbed the computer, and typed, "A brick."
There were probably a hundred of these questions, some of them jokes, some were riddles, some poems, all of them difficult. It took me about 2 months to answer them all, all the while wondering what happens when I'm done. When I finally finished, there was a word scrambler, with all of the answers typed in it. I pressed enter, and it came up with a page long list of detailed instructions. They directed me to go to a certain place in the park near my house, and to wait there until a man in a suit approached me. Then, the man would explain what was going on, and he would take me to a secret government facility about 30 miles away. Then I would be given further information and instructions. The instructions told me not to be worried, and that I would be safe.
But would I?
