December 2024

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Chapter 1: The notes.

My father Zack died 2 years ago. I was 13. The police came to our house and told us he had died in a car accident. Classic, amirite? He loved coding and taught me it. I've had nightmares for months about going the way he did. My grades and social skills had taken a heavy blow. After seeing a grief counselor for almost all of last year, I had gotten over it. In fact, I had returned to my normal life.

That is, until I found something he had been hiding.

Dec 12, 2024.

San Francisco, Ca

I hopped off the bus and headed home after a long day of school. My house two floors. It had a hallway with rooms branching off it my bedroom on the right, and a living room on the left. At the end, there was a kitchen / dining room. Just before that, there were some stairs leading up to the tv room and my mom's bedroom. Today was a good day. No homework and my mom was still at work. Some tv would be great.

I went upstairs and saw the door to the room my father had told my mother not to let my open. But my mom wouldn't be back for another 2 hours. A little exploring couldn't hurt anybody. So I went in.

The room was dark, and when I hit the light switch, the light buzzed and flickered on. Even then, there was very little light. In front of me were cardboard boxes filled with million year - old journals. I picked one out. The journal had belonged to my father. I flipped it open and saw what looked like some kind of conspiracy theory he was putting together.

3301.

They say they want the smartest code breakers. Not just smart. EXTREMELY smart. They set up a puzzle. It's been 2 years. No one has solved it yet. Here is a pic of the first clue:

 Here is a pic of the first clue:

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The fuck?


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