People are so predictable. Some day I'm going to stage an ARG even more complex and time consuming than this one. After hundreds of phonecalls, cross-country roadtrips, and PGP encrypted riddles that reveal URLs that reveal GPS coordinates, I'll lead them each to an abandoned warehouse somewhere in the united states. I'll have them fax me the number of days, hours and minutes they've spent so far and I will fax them back the coordinates of a remote location with the simple instruction "bring a shovel." There, they will find a box buried with a warehouse key inside. As the giant warehouse doors clatter open the party will stand in hushed silence as their eyes adjust to the darkness of the gigantic empty room, settling on a solitary projector. Just then a gigantic banner will unfurl and the projector will display an image of my asshole with a message underneath proclaiming all of the hours of precious irretrievable life wasted on my stupid ARG.