I was picking up birds for other people to ride in the game :) .

In most cases this will open the door and you then have to click on the white exit to progress.

1. Drag door to the left, release button on the white rectangle.
2. Repeatedly click on the lock until it breaks.
3. Click on the thin white strip.
4. Ring bell slowly 5 times (let sound finish before next click).
5. Click the invisible panel inside the right edge just above the line for the floor.
6. Click on barely visible panel in the same position as 5. Drag key to door.
7. Click to open the door. Wait for exit to go white or you will be sent back to level 1.
8. Click on the password and delete it using the keyboard.
9. Click the Start button to begin the game of Simon and make a mistake.
10. Click the NO button.
11. Click just below handle, might take a few tries to find the spot.
12. Press tab then space on the keyboard.
13. Drag the wall to the left of the door to the left, might have to release while dragging and click a bit to stop it moving back.
14. Drag the handle to the left to expose a white hole, again click a bit to stop it moving back.
15. Move mouse inside game area until remote and batteries drop onto floor. Drag batteries to remote, drag remote to door (use normal escape game conventions to manipulate objects).
16. Right click then left click on exit.
17. Repeatedly click monkey? until he drops a key. Drag key to door.
18. Enter "your name" into answerbox and click the door.
19. Click to enter code 5693 (turn you head on the side to see code).
20. Click under body of robot? to pick up card. Drag card to card reader.

plant, book, egg, tree stump, tools, machine, hammer, bow and arrow

Lara Croft

If you're really stuck, notice that the game tells you if any of the letters are correct. So just type in all possible letters one at a time for the first one until it displays 1/15 instead of 0/15, for example. Once you have a few letters you should be able to guess the answer

1. Book
2. Seed
3. Egg
4. Stump
5. Tools
6. Machine (3rd from left)
7. Gavel
8. Bow and arrow

Queen lolz it was so hard to figure out who they were! and the hint was just "an english band"

Horatio Nelson

Admiral Nelson.

Invisible Man

Queen

pentagram

She starts alone. Is she an outcast? An Introvert? A wide-eyed traveler? A jaded mercenary? No one can say. She has ambition, though. That, at least, is certain. Up and ever up is the direction she chooses to go. And when this can no longer be done with her own abilities, she searches out a beast who can. The great bird breaks easily to her will, and lets her ride.

This talent does not appear to be new to her. Although - if so - it makes you wonder how she came to be so alone. No matter, such things can be fixed. The first thing she does is use her new mount to impress the local wildlife. They are the people of this land, there can be no question. In a place this high, only birds could rule. But these are an easily influenced people, and her voice is a convincing one. With each reclusive bird to take flight and join her burgeoning flock, her heart grows with greater joy. They look to her for guidance, rely on her, hang on her every word, follow her every whim. It is a wonderful feeling. And yet.

This is as far as she can go. This little place. She could live here, and her little followers, few as they are, would love her. That would be enough for some, perhaps, but to her it feels tragically incomplete. An empty, trivial success. The only way forward is down, though, and her steed cannot follow. Or will not - but she refuses to accept the possibility that there is something she cannot convince someone to do. So it cannot, and that's final.

Below, the world is dark, empty and difficult. There is no life here, no one to impress or follow her, no soft earth to live off, not even water to drink. Just miles of unsympathetic rock to crawl through and climb over. Many times the thought crosses her mind that she might be lost, that she could die here and no one would know. Then, at last, an end - and a shortcut - but for what? The key seems so minor a thing after so much work. Long grueling hours for a meager, stingy reward. She feels cheated of a better prize.

When at long last she emerges from the pit, she dares not rest. She is tired and bruised and sore, true. But when she lays her eyes on that little flock, skittish, flighty and bored...fear grips her in a way it never could within the long black caves. Without her flock she is nothing...yet it's such a tenuous grip. There is no time for rest. She can sleep on her mount if it comes to that. She prays it doesn't.

With a click, the world expands before her. A population of wings. Each in turn she confronts and demonstrates her influence. Each in turn fall into step behind her, gleeful, excited. She shares the sentiments of her new people, as they join her old ones and grow her following. The land here is wide and grand. Soon, she doesn't even need to confront them directly. The flock expands, like a great wing itself, and swallows those who will listen. Everyone listens.

And yet.

All this is just a portion. A large one, yes, but not the whole. Why go this far and not go all the way? Again, she goes to ground. With one success in the depths behind her, the long-time followers hold fast, and will remain to reassure the new ones who have yet to solidify their faith in this young leader of theirs. They cheer as she descends, which puts a smile on her face.

Again, once below, she is alone. It is inescapable and frustrating. The frustration turns to anger as the cave grows longer and deeper. Down. She hates down. She hates it so much. She loses count of how many times she bumps her head, how many times she stumbles; tries to ignore how useless and clumsy and inept she is when she's alone. She grabs the key in disgust.

On the surface, she is surprised to find that her flock is not only still waiting for her en mass, but that they wait with barely contained excitement. It is a frightening, yet extraordinary thing to see devotion of such fervor and intensity aimed at nothing but herself. In the spirit of the mood, she decides to surprise them, taking a passage just out of sight and going around, to drop down from above. Above, now that's a place she likes to be seen coming from.

Onward, they fly with abandon, determination and cause on their wings, filling the air with the sound of her words, her inspirational words. They come to her in droves. After the new gathering, they all lay down to rest in a grand valley, hidden within a niche. A well needed rest. She sleeps on her mount after all. It turns out not to be so bad: her people are still there when she wakes. Now, here is a place she could live. With such a host as this, they could rise to be quite a large community given a couple years - and she their revered leader all the while. And yet.

It feels wrong. False. She is not one to hide. She is one to rise and be seen, to be revered, respected, to be honored, loved. Feared even. Perhaps. The natives of the valley show her the way. Again, she must enter alone.

At the edge of a short passage, as the sullen, vast expanse of switchback nothing looms before her, the rush of joy all but leaves her entirely. Dispair's choking weight comes crashing down as she makes the terrible, dolorous descent. She curses it with every breath, hates herself for doing this. Why must she go alone? Why must she do it all herself? Where has she failed, that she can't get even one single follower - tiny as they are - to take up this quest in her name? What is her influence, truly? Fool. Phony. Pretender. A leader who no one will suffer for is no true leader. Finding the key is almost a nonevent: she stumbles into it in the darkness, picking it up without thinking as she exits. A symbol of her failure.

The depression is not left behind with the cave. The exultations of her flock sound hollow and distant as she returns to the familiar back of her first friend. He is no follower, this one, the strongest one. He made a decision on his own, when she had nothing to impress with; no cause to define. They fly, rising to the clouds. It is a meager comfort anymore.

She is lost in thought, as they forge into the new land. The flock grows on its own, her followers bringing her words to countless others while she barely does anything. She has grown separate from her people. Alone again. Worse than the caves, worse even than when she began. She feels distracted, troubled. Even now, this is not enough. She itches for something beyond what has now become common. As she floats there, bored and anxious on her only friend, the swarm loses focus. It begins to look instead like one, giant, ferocious organism. And then, there, like a flash of lightning, like a turning key, she knows what to do.

With new determination, she flies. Her flock - her hundred - courses behind like a whirlwind as they jet through the now-empty lands that were once these creatures' home. As they near that humble place she first began, a smile brightens her face: something she had not truly done since the first time her flock cheered for her. This would be her great move. The start of something better by a magnitude. They blast out of the mountain crevasse, a flood of feathers and triumph, though only she truly understands the goal.

Before her sit the idle people she had left. Anxious and bored in their own way, but harder to convince than the birds. When they see her host, though, they are awed. When they see how easily she rules the air they grow envious. When they see how every bird follows her command, they are swayed. Thus, her words gain power, and these people, too, begin to follow. Now her host is vast twice over, and with those who can fight and defend as well as speak. Now she can grow her flock exponentially. Now she can lay claim to the whole region; the whole world. Her power and influence will grow and grow. And so it does. And it does. And it does.

...

...

And yet.

pentacle.

watching too many horror movies?

The place to click (just click, not click and drag) is on the right-most side, just (and I do mean *just*) above the thin black line that represents the edge where the floor and wall meet.

First, make sure you're on level 1. If not, click the doorknob. Now then:

Look to the left side, just above the thin black line that represents the edge between the wall and the floor. See that little white rectangle? Okay. Click and drag the door from a spot on the left side near the bottom so that when you let go, you're over that white rectangle. The door should open. Click the big white.

a simple 'you are here' map

And look, she has died! Don't worry, we'll bring her back at the cost of her SOUL with a PENTAGRAM. What is this, Trauma Center?!

when I right-click I only have 3 options: 2009 Keybol.org, Settings, and About. Also, if is move the door away and right-click to hold the door in place, as soon as I try to click the white open door I still cannot exit.

And look, she has died! Don't worry, we'll bring her back at the cost of her SOUL with a PENTAGRAM. What is this, Trauma Center?!

Hunh? When she died, her spirit hovered over her body. When she was revived, her spirit returned to her body.

What's with all the pentacle-hate?

Metal Gear Solid

lara croft