Billy's Prison Escape

You wake up one morning and find a letter on your front steps. Do you open the letter? [[Yes.->Letter]] [[No.]]

Great! The letter reads: (text-colour:yellow)[*(text-rotate-z:0.5)[Dear Friend, The Shapes Police got me trapped in their prison and took all my chocolates and metal albums. I think ''The Man with the Moustache ''has something to do with it; he DOES NOT like me at all. Help out an old friend, would ya? Meet me at the prison. Yours truly, Billy Bobby Joe.] *] [[Billy Bobby Joe, huh?]]

Come on, don't you want to know what's going on? Maybe it's from an old friend. [[Okay sure.->Letter]]

Hmm, isn't he that skinny European classical music loving kid from last summer camp? He *was* good friends with you wasn't he? [[I guess he was...]] [[With a name like that? Heck no.]]

Oh come on!, he shared half of his Chromium bread with you! And man, you guys had such fun in the camp! He used to be obsessed with the Nara deer, and man, he spoke that crazy Hokkaido dialect from Japan! Remember? So, do you think you ought to go help him? [[Hmm, I suppose you're right.->Agree]]

Yeah, sure he was. You both had some great time in the camp! He used to be obsessed with the Nara deer, and man, he spoke that crazy Hokkaido dialect from Japan! Remember? So, do you think you ought to go help him out? [[Sure, why not?->Agree]]

(align:"=><=")[Two days later. In Visiting Room, Triangle Prison, Octagon City.] [[Okay...]]

<img src="media/neutral_hi.jpg", align="center", width="256", height="256"> ''Billy:'' Thanks for meeting me. I knew I could count on you. [[Yeah sure, no problemo.->meet1]] [[Right. What's the plan?->meet1]]

<img src="media/sad.jpg", align="center", width="256", height="256"> ''Billy:'' Listen, you can't reason with these shape jailers. You've got to break me out! This is the only way! [[Okay, but what's in it for me?]]

<img src="media/wink_thumbsup.jpg" align="center", width="256", height="256"> ''Billy:'' Look, I know an uncle who knows a friend who can get you anything you want. Even 1024 cm^^3^^ of water from the Crimson Lake. Do we have a deal? [[Okay cool... but what's the plan?]] [[Isn't Crimson Lake a mythical place??]]

<img src="media/explain.jpg" align="center", width="256", height="256"> ''Billy:'' Okay, in my cell there are a lot of objects. They can be moved, analysed, and so on. Someone from the //inside// told me that you have to find some relation between the objects. The more you do, the sooner we get out. [[Uhuh...]]

''Bill:'' Okay, listen to me. Remember how I dug out one of your eyes last summer? You wanna lose the other one too? (set: $antagonist to true) [[WHAT! I don't have an eye?]] [[No, sir. I'll comply.]]

''Bill:'' Sure you don't. And if you don't break me out, you're gonna lose the other one too. It's a mucking Pascal's Wager. Choose it wisely. [[No, sir. I'll comply.]]

''Bill:'' Good. Now get to work. [[Okay cool... but what's the plan?]]

(align:"=><=")[Being astonishingly smart, you figure out a way to get to Billy's cell and help him escape] <a href="stage.html">(text-colour:cyan)[Click to continue.]</a>

<img src="media/shrug.jpg" align="center", width="256", height="256"> ''Billy:'' Well... sort of... But that doesn't matter. I promise I'll get you whatever you want, you just help get me outta here, man. [[Okay cool... but what's the plan?]]

(text-style:"bold","fidget", "expand")[''Welcome to Billy's Prison Escape.''] (this is a math game... okay?) [[Play]] (text-style:"italic","subscript")[(c) Satvik and Nibir 2025.]

<img src="media/request.jpg" align="center", width="256", height="256"> ''Billy:'' You're the only one I know who loves math and has brains. You're gonna have to figure it out. Pweeeassseee? [[Okay, Billy. I gotchu fam.]]