Hi, I'm Tangle Coalbox.
Any chance you can help me with an investigation?
Elf Resources assigned me to look into a case, but it seems to require digital forensic skills.
Do you know anything about Linux terminal editors and digital traces they leave behind?
Apparently editors can leave traces of data behind, but where and how escapes me!
............'''',,,;;;::ccclloooddxxkkOO00KKXXNNWWMMMMMM ............'''',,,;;;::ccclloooddxxkkOO00KKXXNNWWMMMMMM .,. ,. .......,. .',..'',,..:::::,,;:c:::ccooooodxkkOOkOO0KKXXXNNWMMMMMMM ldd: .d' ';... .o: .d;.;:....'dl,;do,:lloc:codddodOOxxk0KOOKKKKXNNNWMMMMMMM lo.ol.d' ';'.. ,d'.lc..;:,,,.'docod:,:l:locldlddokOxdxxOK0OKKKXXXNNWMMMMMMM lo lod' '; co:o...;:....'dl':dl,:l::oodlcddoxOkxxk0KOOKKKKXNNNWMMMMMMM ,, ,;. ...... .;:....',,,,''c:'':l;;c:;:llccoooodkkOOOkOO0KKKXNNNWMMMMMMM ............'''',,,;;;::ccclloooddxxkkOO00KKXXNNWWMMMMMM ............'''',,,;;;::ccclloooddxxkkOO00KKXXNNWWMMMMMM Christmas is coming, and so it would seem, ER (Elf Resources) crushes elves' dreams. One tells me she was disturbed by a bloke. He tells me this must be some kind of joke. Please do your best to determine what's real. Has this jamoke, for this elf, got some feels? Lethal forensics ain't my cup of tea; If YOU can fake it, my hero you'll be. One more quick note that might help you complete, Clearing this mess up that's now at your feet. Certain text editors can leave some clue. Did our young Romeo leave one for you? - Tangle Coalbox, ER Investigator Find the first name of the elf of whom a love poem was written. Complete this challenge by submitting that name to runtoanswer.
Poem itself is located at
~/.secrets/her/poem.txt, but digital forensic footprints are left in
By reading the poem, it can be seen that recipients name is replaced with
NEVERMORE! and searching for that in
reveals previous value, elf of whom a love poem was written, Elionore.
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Afterwards, chat with Tangle Coalbox:
Hey, thanks for the help with the investigation, gumshoe.
Have you been able to solve the lock with the funny shapes?
It reminds me of something called "de Bruijn Sequences."
You can optimize the guesses because there is no start and stop -- each new value is added to the end and the first is removed.
I've even seen de Bruijn sequence generators online.
Here the length of the alphabet is 4 (only 4 buttons) and the length of the PIN is 4 as well.
Mathematically this is k=4, n=4 to generate the de Bruijn sequence.
Math is like your notepad and pencil - can't leave home without it!
I heard Alabaster lost his badge! That's pretty bad. What do you think someone could do with that?
.bashrc- relevant part
set -o history whoami echo "No, really... /-:" mkdir -p .secrets/her/ firefox https://www.google.com/search?q=love+poetry vim ls -lAR exit set -o history df -h who firefox https://www.google.com/search?q=replacing+strings+in+vim time vim ls -lAR exit set -o history vim exit ls -lA cat .bash_history echo "" >> .bash_history firefox https://www.google.com/search?q=turn+off+bash+history set +o history set +o history
Once upon a sleigh so weary, Morcel scrubbed the grime so dreary, Shining many a beautiful sleighbell bearing cheer and sound so pure-- There he cleaned them, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at the sleigh house door. "'Tis some caroler," he muttered, "tapping at my sleigh house door-- Only this and nothing more." Then, continued with more vigor, came the sound he didn't figure, Could belong to one so lovely, walking 'bout the North Pole grounds. But the truth is, she WAS knocking, 'cause with him she would be talking, Off with fingers interlocking, strolling out with love newfound? Gazing into eyes so deeply, caring not who sees their rounds. Oh, 'twould make his heart resound! Hurried, he, to greet the maiden, dropping rag and brush - unlaiden. Floating over, more than walking, moving toward the sound still knocking, Pausing at the elf-length mirror, checked himself to study clearer, Fixing hair and looking nearer, what a hunky elf - not shocking! Peering through the peephole smiling, reaching forward and unlocking: NEVERMORE in tinsel stocking! Greeting her with smile dashing, pearly-white incisors flashing, Telling jokes to keep her laughing, soaring high upon the tidings, Of good fortune fates had borne him. Offered her his dexter forelimb, Never was his future less dim! Should he now consider gliding-- No - they shouldn't but consider taking flight in sleigh and riding Up above the Pole abiding? Smile, she did, when he suggested that their future surely rested, Up in flight above their cohort flying high like ne'er before! So he harnessed two young reindeer, bold and fresh and bearing no fear. In they jumped and seated so near, off they flew - broke through the door! Up and up climbed team and humor, Morcel being so adored, By his lovely NEVERMORE! -Morcel Nougat
runtoanswer(read about decompilation process in Cranberry Pi hacks)