Congratulations, you solved the math problems and freed the baby polecat! Your captors are happy too. They let you know that they are not from V.A.L.A., but refuse to tell you who they are with, saying only, "By the time we're done with you, you'll wish you were captured by those idiots V.A.L.A.!"
So far you have only had moldy bread to eat and fetid swamp water to drink. You demand something better to eat, but they just laughed at you and gave you a mysterious box with a combination lock on it.
They said, "Solve this next set of problems if you want to find out what's in the box."
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