Lost ARG begins?

**LordKinbote** · 05-02-2006, 04:14 PM

http://www.thehansofoundation.org

Appears it's on like Donkey Kong. Check out the newsletter section.

**YouStayClassy** · 05-02-2006, 04:17 PM

I can't seem to sign up for the newsletter, is it working for you?

EDIT>>>>>>>>>>>>>Nevermind, just got it to go.

**LordKinbote** · 05-02-2006, 04:19 PM

There's no newsletter to sign up for. You get a strange message from "Persephone" and after asking for a password, it tells you to call the number in the tv advertisement.

Which I guess we'll see tomorrow during Lost.

**YouStayClassy** · 05-02-2006, 04:20 PM

Originally Posted by LordKinbote

There's no newsletter to sign up for. You get a strange message from "Persephone" and after asking for a password, it tells you to call the number in the tv advertisement.

Which I guess we'll see tomorrow during Lost.

Yeah, I just got that. This site doesn't seem to like my computer very much, after I typed a name it just sat there forever before finally loading the Persephone stuff.

**GelfXIII** · 05-02-2006, 04:22 PM

My initials are ARG.

This thread gave me the chills.

**YouStayClassy** · 05-02-2006, 04:24 PM

If this thing is half as addictive as I Love Bees, I'm in for one long summer.

**Raphael J** · 05-02-2006, 04:25 PM

Cool. Can't sign up for the newsletter though. It just sends you to an interactive portion that I couldn't end up figuring out.

**LordKinbote** · 05-02-2006, 04:30 PM

PASSWORD:

Spoilers:

breaking strain

Get ready for coolness. Talk to Joop.

**YouStayClassy** · 05-02-2006, 04:37 PM

Originally Posted by LordKinbote

PASSWORD:

Spoilers:

breaking strain

Get ready for coolness. Talk to Joop.

Whoa. That was kinda creepy.

**Brian Reed** · 05-02-2006, 04:44 PM

I remember when I was a kid and my friends and I would ride our bikes all over the neighborhood every afternoon. There was a cornfield near my house. The kids in the neighborhood would always dig tunnels through the corn, knocking down stalks to create hallways and rooms, creating a strange sort of corn-based club house. The real trick to it was, you had to be careful getting into the field, so as to not disturb the outter wall of corn. If the guys who owned the field saw the outer wall was screwed, they'd call the cops and we'd all have to race off on our bikes for fear of getting arrested for trespassing.