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	<h1>Transcript</h1>		<h1>Transcript</h1>
	<span>~~###~~ [Date \| Nov-13-24]		<span>[Date \| Nov-13-24]<br>
	[Barista \| Lavender]		[Barista \| Lavender]<br>
	[Subject \| Snow]		[Subject \| Snow]<br>
	[File Reference \| C-TVS02]		[File Reference \| C-TVS02]<br>

	Still no luck getting these shards to do anything besides make our hands numb. Stupid pieces of junk. Indrid Cold made it look so simple—just hold the shard, and then… well, I’m not sure exactly <i>what</i> happened to him, but it seemed like he “switched channels.” Considering what Snow’s all about, that would track, wouldn’t it? But… what does “changing channels” really mean? Do you think these shards somehow allow cross-cycle travel? Or… could they have something to do with the Department’s “Bronze Age”?		Still no luck getting these shards to do anything besides make our hands numb. Stupid pieces of junk. Indrid Cold made it look so simple—just hold the shard, and then… well, I’m not sure exactly <i>what</i> happened to him, but it seemed like he “switched channels.” Considering what Snow’s all about, that would track, wouldn’t it? But… what does “changing channels” really mean? Do you think these shards somehow allow cross-cycle travel? Or… could they have something to do with the Department’s “Bronze Age”?

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	I don’t know. What I <i>do</i> know is that there’s emotion tied to these shards—a peculiar, aching feeling. The numbness they radiate feels like sand slipping through my fingers. No matter how tightly I try to hold on, it just keeps slipping away. And there’s this maddening sensation, like a memory lingers here—hovering just out of reach, obscured by the fuzz of TV static. It’s an ache for something absent, paired with an undeniable weight of certainty. And then there’s another emotion… one that isn’t mine. It feels… foreign. It feels…		I don’t know. What I <i>do</i> know is that there’s emotion tied to these shards—a peculiar, aching feeling. The numbness they radiate feels like sand slipping through my fingers. No matter how tightly I try to hold on, it just keeps slipping away. And there’s this maddening sensation, like a memory lingers here—hovering just out of reach, obscured by the fuzz of TV static. It’s an ache for something absent, paired with an undeniable weight of certainty. And then there’s another emotion… one that isn’t mine. It feels… foreign. It feels…

	<span style="color:#AAFF00">March 28th, 1962.<br>		<span style="color:#AAFF00">March 28th, 1962.
	They betrayed me. <i>How could they betray me?</i><br>
	I gave them everything—<i>everything</i>. All they had to do was play the game as advertised. But no. They saw through the façade. They saw through the mask. They saw through <i>me</i>. And when they looked into the face of madness, they didn’t blink. Not once. NOT ONCE!<br>		<span style="color:#AAFF00">They betrayed me. <i>How could they betray me?</i>
	It was so simple. Für Elise. For. Four. Fore. Für. How could I have made it any simpler? I wanted them to win—I <i>did</i>. I really did. This was supposed to be it. The grand finale before I started everything anew.<br>
	But they couldn’t answer. They wouldn’t answer. They just sat there. Silent.<br>		<span style="color:#AAFF00">I gave them everything—<i>everything</i>. All they had to do was play the game as advertised. But no. They saw through the façade. They saw through the mask. They saw through <i>me</i>. And when they looked into the face of madness, they didn’t blink. Not once. NOT ONCE!
	So, I had to do it. I had to kill them. I had to kill all of them. The whole cycle. How could I let that failure persist? For. Four. Fore. Für. Stupid how simple it was. And all they had to do was…</span>
			<span style="color:#AAFF00">It was so simple. Für Elise. For. Four. Fore. Für. How could I have made it any simpler? I wanted them to win—I <i>did</i>. I really did. This was supposed to be it. The grand finale before I started everything anew.

			<span style="color:#AAFF00">But they couldn’t answer. They wouldn’t answer. They just sat there. Silent.

			<span style="color:#AAFF00">So, I had to do it. I had to kill them. I had to kill all of them. The whole cycle. How could I let that failure persist? For. Four. Fore. Für. Stupid how simple it was. And all they had to do was…</span>

	…Mm. Sorry. Empathic burst. There’s some… violent and maddening emotions tied to this shard.</span>		…Mm. Sorry. Empathic burst. There’s some… violent and maddening emotions tied to this shard.</span>

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	I don’t know. What I <i>do</i> know is that there’s emotion tied to these shards—a peculiar, aching feeling. The numbness they radiate feels like sand slipping through my fingers. No matter how tightly I try to hold on, it just keeps slipping away. And there’s this maddening sensation, like a memory lingers here—hovering just out of reach, obscured by the fuzz of TV static. It’s an ache for something absent, paired with an undeniable weight of certainty. And then there’s another emotion… one that isn’t mine. It feels… foreign. It feels…		I don’t know. What I <i>do</i> know is that there’s emotion tied to these shards—a peculiar, aching feeling. The numbness they radiate feels like sand slipping through my fingers. No matter how tightly I try to hold on, it just keeps slipping away. And there’s this maddening sensation, like a memory lingers here—hovering just out of reach, obscured by the fuzz of TV static. It’s an ache for something absent, paired with an undeniable weight of certainty. And then there’s another emotion… one that isn’t mine. It feels… foreign. It feels…

	<span style="color:#AAFF00">March 28th, 1962.		<span style="color:#AAFF00">March 28th, 1962.<br>
			They betrayed me. <i>How could they betray me?</i><br>
	They betrayed me. <i>How could they betray me?</i>		I gave them everything—<i>everything</i>. All they had to do was play the game as advertised. But no. They saw through the façade. They saw through the mask. They saw through <i>me</i>. And when they looked into the face of madness, they didn’t blink. Not once. NOT ONCE!<br>
			It was so simple. Für Elise. For. Four. Fore. Für. How could I have made it any simpler? I wanted them to win—I <i>did</i>. I really did. This was supposed to be it. The grand finale before I started everything anew.<br>
	I gave them everything—<i>everything</i>. All they had to do was play the game as advertised. But no. They saw through the façade. They saw through the mask. They saw through <i>me</i>. And when they looked into the face of madness, they didn’t blink. Not once. NOT ONCE!		But they couldn’t answer. They wouldn’t answer. They just sat there. Silent.<br>

	It was so simple. Für Elise. For. Four. Fore. Für. How could I have made it any simpler? I wanted them to win—I <i>did</i>. I really did. This was supposed to be it. The grand finale before I started everything anew.

	But they couldn’t answer. They wouldn’t answer. They just sat there. Silent.

	So, I had to do it. I had to kill them. I had to kill all of them. The whole cycle. How could I let that failure persist? For. Four. Fore. Für. Stupid how simple it was. And all they had to do was…</span>		So, I had to do it. I had to kill them. I had to kill all of them. The whole cycle. How could I let that failure persist? For. Four. Fore. Für. Stupid how simple it was. And all they had to do was…</span>

	…Mm. Sorry. Empathic burst. There’s some… violent and maddening emotions tied to this shard.</span>		…Mm. Sorry. Empathic burst. There’s some… violent and maddening emotions tied to this shard.</span>

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Puzzle

“Schwarzkopf specter.”
Theme Park Trivia | 4 Words

Clue

Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: Who is 'Schwarzkopf'?
Clue 2:

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<h1>Puzzle</h1>
“Schwarzkopf specter.” 
Theme Park Trivia | 4 Words
<h1>Clue</h1>
Hover over the clues if you require! 
Clue 1: Who is 'Schwarzkopf'? 
Clue 2: Did he make any rides that could be considered a...'specter'? Playing around with the exact phrasing, that is. 
Clue 3: Specter, ghost, spirit, wraith...any other synonyms? 

<h1>Answer and Explanation</h1>
Answer: Nightmare At Phantom Cave 
Explanation: Nightmare at Crack Axle Canyon, formerly known as Nightmare At Phantom Cave, was a rollercoaster that was made by Anton Schwarzkopf.
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<h1>Summary of Receipt</h1>
Summary
<h1>Transcript</h1>
### [Date | Nov-13-24]
[Barista | Lavender]
[Subject | Snow]
[File Reference | C-TVS02]

Still no luck getting these shards to do anything besides make our hands numb. Stupid pieces of junk. Indrid Cold made it look so simple—just hold the shard, and then… well, I’m not sure exactly what happened to him, but it seemed like he “switched channels.” Considering what Snow’s all about, that would track, wouldn’t it? But… what does “changing channels” really mean? Do you think these shards somehow allow cross-cycle travel? Or… could they have something to do with the Department’s “Bronze Age”?

I don’t know. What I do know is that there’s emotion tied to these shards—a peculiar, aching feeling. The numbness they radiate feels like sand slipping through my fingers. No matter how tightly I try to hold on, it just keeps slipping away. And there’s this maddening sensation, like a memory lingers here—hovering just out of reach, obscured by the fuzz of TV static. It’s an ache for something absent, paired with an undeniable weight of certainty. And then there’s another emotion… one that isn’t mine. It feels… foreign. It feels…

March 28th, 1962.

They betrayed me. How could they betray me?

I gave them everything—everything. All they had to do was play the game as advertised. But no. They saw through the façade. They saw through the mask. They saw through me. And when they looked into the face of madness, they didn’t blink. Not once. NOT ONCE!

It was so simple. Für Elise. For. Four. Fore. Für. How could I have made it any simpler? I wanted them to win—I did. I really did. This was supposed to be it. The grand finale before I started everything anew.

But they couldn’t answer. They wouldn’t answer. They just sat there. Silent.

So, I had to do it. I had to kill them. I had to kill all of them. The whole cycle. How could I let that failure persist? For. Four. Fore. Für. Stupid how simple it was. And all they had to do was…

…Mm. Sorry. Empathic burst. There’s some… violent and maddening emotions tied to this shard.

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