C-TEOD05 (Dec 8, 2023)
Puzzle
“Exiting through the gift shop.”
Research | 2 Words
Clue
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Clue 1: This isn't a reference to that film, but just gift shops in general.
Clue 2: Where, usually, are gift shops found? Which part of cities (or settlements)?
Clue 3: The term for places that are intended to entice tourists.
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Tourist Trap
Explanation: Tourist traps usually get viewers to exit through gift shops, often to convince them into spending more money.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
Receipt: C-TEOD05
Author: Aelan
Status: Cafe
Subject: Bingo Cult
Howz…it. Bleak days, huh? There sure has been a lot of talk of “this is the end.” Or, you know, at least it’s looking like it, yeah? It’s kinda funny, you know, it’s not like most of us had any expectation that we’d live forever. Besides the chubby Ouroborian, the Angel, and the Elder… we were all going to die at some point anyway. Then again, I suppose there used to be some comfort in our knowledge of what lies on the Otherside. When we die, we had a reasonable expectation of where we would end up. In fact, we’re lucky in that we have it almost down to a science.
But where does the Universe go when it dies? What happens to all of us when we aren’t personally “saved” by some hackneyed divine figure? I guess we’re back to where we started before we started drinking coffee. Back to being tourists, in a way. We’re here, not for a long time, but for what has hopefully been a good time. Of course, not every moment of a vacation is going to be good—in fact, it’s hardly a vacation if something doesn’t go horrifically wrong at least once or twice along the way. But every vacation ends and every tourist has to go home at some point.
On the other hand, I’ve come to like this place quite a bit. Maybe it’s the caffeine, maybe it’s just the people and buddies I’ve met along the way, but there is a part of me that doesn’t want the vacation to end yet. And, you know, the thing about tourist traps is that someone has to live there to run to the tchotchke shops, complain about the constant influx of tourists, and most importantly, to serve the crappy and always comforting diner coffee.