ZZ-BINGO02 (Apr 5, 2023)
Puzzle
"An official title of two."
Knowledge | 1 Word
Clue
Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: I'm quite sure you know who the 'two' are. What are they the leaders of?
Clue 2: Is there an official title for that role?
Clue 3: Someone else used it - or used to use it - as a replacement for his true name.
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Shaka
Explanation: Shaka is the title of the Zulu Cult's leader, which as of now is shared between Capgras and Twain.
Summary of Receipt
Capgras talks to Bingo - who may be Jack Octo, since he does talk like that, but there's no concrete proof for his identity. The five members of the Sacred Hall of Bingo seem to be nihilistic and either worship or view Bingo as an 'authority' of sorts. Bingo extends an invitation to Capgras, mentioning how they're all just 'relics of a past'.
Transcript
ZZ-BINGO01 | 4/5/23 | Capgras
Well, I managed to find the Sacred Hall of Bingo, and I had a friendly conversation with their leader. He’s a lot more perceptive than anyone else we’ve dealt with so far. He didn’t buy our act for one second, though I guess he’d know if we were truly different better than anyone else. It’s tenuous how much of a “cult” they really are at this point, but I think Alfa wanted to curtail it before it got to that point. He’s definitely dangerous—he almost had me believing his lies.
S.O.T.
Bingo: Well, if it isn’t Shaka. Or, ya’ know, half-there-of. What do I owe the pleasure?
Capgras: Thought I’d visit an old friend.
Bingo: Is that right? It’s funny. I can’t say I feel the same way if you catch my drift.
Capgras: Come now, [Bingo] do you really think I’ve been replaced?
Bingo: Strong hunch. Anyway, man, you can drop the act around me. I don’t see a point to it. So, tell me, who is scared of me? The big boss or the bigger boss?
Capgras: What’s with the wig?
Bingo: Wig?
Capgras: You told me to drop the act. I want to know why you’re wearing a bright orange wig.
Bingo: It’s not a wig. It’s my hair.
Capgras: No way. No way, that’s your real hair. You were BALD like two weeks ago.
Bingo: It grew back. Now, mind answering my question?
Capgras: Lex Luther hair… Uh, just the big boss. I don’t think you’re even on the bigger boss’s radar.
Bingo: Really? I’m wounded, for sure. You’d think after all these years he’d consider me more of a threat.
Capgras: Well, it is a bit of a sorry cult, isn’t it? Just the five of you?
Bingo: Hey now, “cult” is a strong word. We’re a group of like-minded colleagues. Pretty sure you need followers to be a cult.
Capgras: From where I’m standing, you already have four.
Bingo: That was always your problem, Shaka. Always thinking in terms of some great and grand cosmic chess board. News flash—that chessboard has become nothing more than a glorified bingo card. I didn’t coerce anyone to join my little social club. They came because they cared about me.
Capgras: I don’t buy Umbra caring about anyone but himself.
Bingo: Oh, you’d be surprised.
Capgras: So, this “social club,” what are you guys up to? I assume it’s not just playing bingo.
Bingo: Like I said, we are, in a way. Come on, Shaka, lighten up. Turn that frown upside down, man. Fate’s dead. Nothing matters. We’re free.
Capgras: Maybe you are.
Bingo: Ah, right. You’re still a slave to Grand Schemer. Well, if you ever want to stop caring about its aimless goals, you know we’d love one more for our bingo games.
Capgras: I see your logic, but do you really believe that [Bingo]? That nothing matters? I don’t buy it. I think your bingo club—no cult—still has some sort of goal beyond just poetic nihilism.
Bingo: You’re free to feel that way, man. I hope that sooner or later, you come around to the idea that we’re no longer important, you and me. We’re relics of a past formed by a Fate no longer living.
Capgras: I’ll keep that in mind. Anyway, I’ll be seeing you around, [Bingo]. You can be sure of that.
Bingo: Like I’ve been saying, man, you’re free to exchange ideas with us. We’d love to get the whole gang back together.
E.O.T.