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(This puzzle was recovered from the 2016 database crash. Description not available.)

#1: Jota (jota) on Jan 23, 2019       classify

Because ...

Found to be solvable by line and color logic alone by blurglecruncheon.

Hey, let’s write a collective story about this image and continue with subsequent paragraphs of a group narrative…. I’ll start, with the words of Jessi Winn, the puzzle creator….


I could never be an actor, because for the life of me, I can’t wear hats bigger than a tambourine. Never mind how many bobby-pins, clips, scrunchies I use, any hat I’ve ever attempted to wear is swept away or knocked off, by sudden gusts of wind or some evil teenager passing on a scooter. See? In this image I’m about to step out of the house to go to an audition to be a turbaned genie in a Steven Spielberg movie. This is the only photo before the turban, and myself as well, for a few terror-filled moments, swept up into the glowering clouds.

I suggest you include the last sentence of the previous contribution to the story so the narrative thread connects….

Found to have a unique solution by wombatilim.

This is the only photo before the turban, and myself as well, for a few terror-filled moments, swept up into the glowering clouds...

You see, it began as just a gentle breeze--just enough to rustle the hem of my coat and make me double-check the fasteners anchoring five yards of dry-clean-only polyester to my scalp. But as I walked through the parking lot toward my beat-up jeep, the sky didn't just turn dark; it turned hungry. Before I could reach the door handle, a freakish microburst ripped across the lot, catching the billowed top of my ridiculous headpiece like a pair of MC Hammer harem pants. I didn't even have time to yell "LINE!?" before my boots left the dusty pavement. Suddenly, I wasn't heading to a Spielberg audition; I was ascending past my apartment building's roof-line without a SAG-ASTRA stunt permit, tethered by nothing more than three and a half dozen industrial grade bobby pins. Above me, the dark clouds crackled with hot violet light, and I realized two things in rapid succession: first, that I was definitely going to be late for casting, and second, that below me, Dennis, the neighborhood's scooter-riding nuisance of a teenager, was filming the whole thing on his cell phone! That's when the winds suddenly changed direction.

Hope you are safe Yonah!

That's when the winds suddenly changed direction...

I saw the scooter Dennis terrorized the neighbors with lift off the ground and head towards me as if it were on a mission. I grabbed hold of it and held on for the ride of my life. I would have preferred to be in my jeep, but with no roof and doors, the wind just blew through it. As I flew through the sky, random scenes from "The Wizard of Oz" flashed before my eyes. Suddenly a tower appeared before me. There was only one window, and I was headed straight for it. The window was barely big enough to fit me, Either the hat or the scooter had to go. Since there wasn't enough time to remove all of the industrial grade bobby pins, I dropped the scooter just in time to shoot through the window. Who knew this hat would also serve as an airbag...

Good job Joanne!

(This string is incredible and must be preserved. And continued.)

Who knew this hat would also serve as an airbag...

I'll tell you who knew.

The diabolical creator of the "hat".

For it was not a hat at all. Although it could function as a "hat", and appeared to serve as a "hat", it was in fact an ionized antigravity engine combined with sonic weapons systems, which, mapped with 4-D tracking software and propulsion hardware, could and did trace radical revolutionaries plotting the destruction of the current geopolitical powerholders on behalf and under the control of the mighty intellectual collective operating under the guise of "WebPBNers".

So when I hit the ground, (having not made it through that window), I knew that my mission, OUR mission, had been a total ...

So when I hit the ground, (having not made it through that window), I knew that my mission, OUR mission, had been a total ... SUCCESS.

Well, that was what I must have thought as I lost consciousness. I must admit I don't truly remember. I woke up in a hospital bed turbanless, covered in charcoal dust and precisely 37 bent bobby pins (I suppose some were destined to be lost or mangled for the sake of our cause) and opened my eyes to see a man, Steven Spielberg himself, standing over me, alongside two men in matching black suits. "The turban stayed on during a terminal-velocity impact," Spielberg whispered, tears glistening in his eyes. ("Then where is it now?" I silently wondered.) "That's the kind of dedication I need for my first-ever fully animated Disney film, "Aladdin 4: The Turban of Wishes." But before I could begin negotiations, the two suits barged in, flashed badges for some yet-unknown-to-me 3-letter organization, and informed me that...

But before I could begin negotiations, the two suits barged in, flashed badges for some yet-unknown-to-me 3-letter organization, and informed me that... I needed to come with them immediately with every single bobbie pin--not to worry about my injuries--I would be cared for by a team of doctors on a very special, very luxurious Qatari jet. They transferred me to a gurney and whisked me up to the roof where a helicopter waited. One of the men in black carefully carried a box the size of my turban. Steven Spielberg blew kisses as we took off. The helicopter flew us and a team of doctors and nurses to the airport where we boarded the Qatari jet (wow--over the top luxurious!)

The plot thickens ...

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