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Author Topic: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.  (Read 43326 times)

Demonic Spoon

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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #15 on: December 14, 2010, 08:15:03 am »
Wonder what sort of horrible mutant you are, that you're arms are invisible and unbendable.
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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #16 on: December 14, 2010, 08:42:02 am »
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"But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm."

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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #17 on: December 14, 2010, 08:50:13 am »
>pick up bloody hand on floor. put it in the hand lock

>closely examine the number lines on the circular thing
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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #18 on: December 14, 2010, 09:03:02 am »
> You recognized those numbers as prime instantly, and your arms don't bend the normal way. Consider that you're a robot, or at least not human?

> Which prime numbers are they more precisely? try entering those 3 much smaller numbers. Otherwise try some other simple arithmetic tricks.
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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #19 on: December 14, 2010, 09:21:28 am »

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"But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm."

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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #20 on: December 14, 2010, 09:53:21 am »
Quote from: Armok on December 14, 2010, 09:03:02 am
> You recognized those numbers as prime instantly, and your arms don't bend the normal way. Consider that you're a robot, or at least not human?

> Which prime numbers are they more precisely? try entering those 3 much smaller numbers. Otherwise try some other simple arithmetic tricks.
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Sszsszssaaayysss...
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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #21 on: December 14, 2010, 10:08:43 am »
>Punch Keypad in frustration, hopefully breaking it.

>Search room carefully for any objects
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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #22 on: December 14, 2010, 10:09:21 am »
Search gamefaqs for answer to the puzzle. Stick one of our legs into one of the drain holes. Repeat with other hole. Hope something happens.
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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #23 on: December 14, 2010, 10:43:00 am »




gamefaqs dont got no answers for this puzzle game.
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"But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm."

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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #24 on: December 14, 2010, 10:47:44 am »
> Search drains with eyes and hands, look for clues of escape left by previous occupants of the cell.
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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #25 on: December 14, 2010, 11:15:07 am »

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"But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm."

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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #26 on: December 14, 2010, 12:04:54 pm »
Draw a pentagram using blood. The pentagram must mirror the star on the ceiling.
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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #27 on: December 14, 2010, 12:25:23 pm »
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"But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm."

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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #28 on: December 14, 2010, 01:06:48 pm »
Perform satanic ritual to escape from this room. Offer one of your arms as sacrifice if neccessary.
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Re: Station 7, an illustrated suggestion game.
« Reply #29 on: December 14, 2010, 01:27:00 pm »
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"But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm."
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