I determine the best way to open it is using reverse psychology type methods. In order to learn how to open the box, I must learn how to close the box.
I begin by putting in countless hours of studying in school to get good grades. Upon finishing high school, I apply to Postal Service University (of course it exists). After successfully making it in, I begin to learn the science of packaging. I visit multiple manufacturing facilities to learn how these objects are so cleverly folded together. After I graduate from PSU, I soon get hired at the nearest shipping facility for the post office where I fold and pack boxes. It is hard work, but I know it will be worth it when I can open the box.
After working there for thirteen years, I finally feel confident enough to try opening boxes. I steal a few unfolded ones after work one day and begin practicing at home. I folded each box, very precisely, then taught myself how to unfold the boxes. Once I have done this enough times and stolen enough boxes for the company to start noticing, it is time to put my life to the test as I carefully unfold the box labeled junk.
English
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Come on choose dont leave me hanging [spoiler]crush them and mix the purple powder (fave color)[/spoiler]
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Inside are 2 pills, one red, one blue.... choose.
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Blue, of course.
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Edited by Britton: 2/5/2015 12:11:10 PMYou throw back the blue pill and pass out You are surrounded by darkness... you look around and realize youre restrained and have some kind of helmet on... panic sets in as you struggle to remember who you are..were? And what your name is...was? Suddenly a figure appears in front of you. Your vision begins to clear as the mans words suddenly pierce throught the fog and enter your mind. "Sire? Are you awake?" "Yes...what happened? Where... who am i? "Sire, we restrained you on the battlefield because you became delusional and violent to your men" "I am ok now squire, release me" your mind starts racing as youre identity oberwhelms you. You stand up from the table and raise your visor. You see...knights armor? "Squire!" You say shocked "who am I?" The young man kneels and says "Why, you are King Arthur sire, wielder of excalibur and leader of the knights of the round table here in Camelot" Stunned but suddenly filled with purpose you head back to the battlefield, with only the memory of the box left from your previous life... [spoiler]red wouldve sent you forward in time, blue sent you back[/spoiler]
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