Mark: Cross the river, dry as a bone… You'll find yourself… All alone…
Ethan: I'll see you in like two minutes.
Mark: Be careful friend… Be careful chum… You wouldn't want to fall on your bum…
A lonely tree… At the top of the hill… There you'll find… Wisdom to fill…
Ethan: Wisdom to fill? I don't know if that makes sense, the sentence you just said but I'll give it to you.
Mark: The tuning fork touching the sky… There it stands to catch your eye…
Ethan: The tuning fork that touches the sky. I found it. The last clue. This is kinda spooky. This real woods. Oh. Oh no. It's Mark's love… and his clothes!
*Grabs the paper from the tree*
"Neanderthalensis Marconius."
Ah! AHHHHH!!!
-From,
Mark's Outdoor Escape Room
76 days left.









