View source for C-DOTD03 (Oct 8, 2001)

<span style="font-size: 40px;"><strong><center>C-DOTD03</center></strong></span>
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<h1>Puzzle</h1>
<p style="text-align:center;font-size: 20px">“Ratting out Mr. Hamelin in Baltimore.”<br>
Research | 2 Words</p>
<h1>Clue</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px"><strong>Hover over the clues if you require!</strong></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 1: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 2: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 3: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>

<h1>Answer and Explanation</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Pied Piper</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">Hamelin is the famous town where the Pied Piper played his music in, and he did so to remove a rat infestation.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size: 20px; color:orange"><strong><center>⚠️BEWARE: THIS IS DECLASSIFIED INFORMATION. WARY EYES ONLY. ENTER AT OWN RISK.⚠️</center></strong></span><br>
<h1>Summary of Receipt</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span>
<h1>Transcript</h1>
<span>RECEIPT AS OF: 10/08/01<br>
BARISTA ON DUTY: CARAJILLO<br>
RECEIPT FILED AS: C-DOTD-03<br>

Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. I did not want to dance when we got here. I did not want to dance when the band began performing. And I still do not wish to dance. But there is a fire blazing in my skull and spreading to my feet that compels me to dance. I cannot stop it. If I try to stand still, I can feel my own inner fire raging within me. Screaming to be set free. To burn this forsaken nightclub down with everyone inside it. I yearn to cleanse this aberration in the name of my Golden Father. Let fire ignite that which burns without time.

Of course, I do not wish to hurt my fellow employees. So, I dance. At first, it was not so bad. I did not enjoy the feeling of being controlled, but it was tolerable. But now, as the exhaustion starts to take hold, each step is agony. If we cannot stop that infernal pied piper from playing his hypnotic melody, I cannot guarantee the fire inside me will remain tame. The dancing only does so much to stop this raging salvo.

If I cannot hold back my flames, I will at least try to direct them solely to the one responsible for this. Still, that is a risk, as Marocchino is playing next to him. I think it would be wise to somehow signal Marocchino that she might be in danger. Getting near her, however, is another problem in of itself. No one gets near that stage. That much has been made clear. I would send out a small flare, but with how much the fire inside me has been constrained, whatever flames next leave me, I will not be able to control them in the slightest.

<i>The Golden Father seeks incineration. Purification. Perfection. Penance.</i>

That's all.</span>