Okay, so I was bored today and wrote a little wxWidgets app that encoded messages that I typed into it. I wonder if anyone on here could break it?
I'm not a cryptography expert or student but I'm pretty sure this a pretty basic cipher. I'll go ahead and tell you that it takes characters in blocks to encode them. Also it is not case sensitive and does not necessarily cover all characters in the texts below.
Here are a couple of examples:
Spoiler for SourceText 1:
Crazydreamergurl smiled awkwardly. The guy looked cool. Way too cool to be someone she hadn't seen around at parties yet. Maybe he had better places to go? She was determined to get to know him. Life at her new high school was dull, and the fit hunk sat reading at his desk seemed just the solution.
Yumester shifted uncomfortably. His face had gone red. He knew it. The blonde girl stood smiling at him seemed like she was waiting for an answer. He mumbled something, too nervous to even attempt coherence.
So...uh...maybe we could hang out some time?" she grinned, unsure what he had said. It sounded foreign. Maybe he spoke French or something European? Sexy. She felt a slight stirring in her uterus. She hoped he didn't hear it. It would be way embarassing if he knew how turned on he made he with his cool, laid back indifference, as his eyes wandered anywhere but at hers.
The way he blushed made her shiver. He was embarassed FOR her! She was being far too obvious with her flirting, and he was blushing because it was such a faux pas! What a fool Crazydreamergurl felt.
Panicking, Yumester pushed his chair back and floundered in an attempt to get away from the pretty girl that seemed to be talking to him. He didn't know what she wanted, but he was sure this encounter would make one hell of a story for the guys in the cafeteria at lunch! An actual girl talked to him! As he shuffled to get up, his limbs flailed about as though they were leaden, and to his horror one rogue hand grazed her left boob as he darted out of the room.
Crazydreamergurl felt a hot flush as his firm, manly hand grasped at her soft, tender teat in a subtle show of confident ownership as the charming young man strode out of the room. Too cool to talk to the new girl, he had simply made brief promise of possibilities...possibilities that made her tingle...
That night Crazydreamergurl stood sipping her cheeky vodka and coke with a gaggle of her gal-pals, as well as her homosexual buddy Irken. She tried to focus on what her queer fashionista friend was saying, but her thoughts kept drifitng to that boy in the classroom, and the warm spot where his fingers had so masterfully sparked sensation around her areola...
"Whoa, whoa, girlfriend, are you even listening to me?" Irken, her gender-challenged gal-pal, snapped his fingers with an attitude-charged head shake. "I sneak you the finest vodka your prepubescent ass has ever seen and you go day-dreaming on me when I'm talking summer outfits? Girl, what got you in a tizzy?"
"Bro, you serious? She was like...talking to you?" Skarr, Yumester's asian nerd friend, spluttered his coke and lemonade cocktail (which he called Skarrade and was hoping would catch on). "and she came over to you? You didn't go over to her?"
"Is that like...you made a girl come?" Skarr pressed, worrying slightly that he'd misunderstood the slang term his older brother had been laughing about the night before.
Yumester sat back, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. "Yep. I made a girl come all over me, Skarr."
"Dude, it's Ohio, remember," Skarr insisted, looking worried. "We agreed. Right, Dragonclaw?"
"Sorry, bro," Yumester said, briefly distracted from his confident funk. "I mean. Ohio."
Professor Tnemrot, the English teacher, rapped his knuckles on Crazydreamergurl's desk. She jumped up, startled. "Sleeping, Miss Gurl?" he purred, a sadistic curl twitching at the edge of his smile.
Crazydreamergurl blushed. She had fallen asleep. And Yumester was sat right next to her! Shamesville indeed!
Professor Tnemrot sighed. "As I was saying, I will be pairing you all up for this coming assignment. Whatever this generic scholarly assignment is will require partners to be in constant, intimate, nightly contact with one another, working hard into the night doing research and writing and referencing and other academicky things."
Crazydreamergurl's ears perked up. As is common with human females, her fallopian tubes began to pulsate slowly inside of her, giving her a faintly pleasant warming sensation in the pit of her stomach, which signals the apparent prospect of mating. She had felt it before - as all females do - but never so strong as this!
"Crazydreamergurl, since you have been paying most rapt attention to my class, I will assign you to a partner first. Now...let me see..."
Her heart skipped a beat. Oh, let it be Yumester, her innermost thoughts pleaded. But then, what would she say to him? What would she have to say that he could possibly find interesting?
"Crazydreamergurl, you'll be working with no-Name," Professor Tnemrot said. Her heart stopped. There was a pause. Tnemrot coughed, listening as someone called from the back. "Ah, it appears our dutiful student no-Name has skipped school today. What a dazzling opportunity he missed. Ah, well, in that case you'll have to work with that retard Yumester or whatever he's fucking called. The loner kid."
Probably sarcasm, she thought. Probably because he's so popular and cool even the teacher's making jokes with him. She could scarcely contain herself as she turned to her new (assignment) partner.
Meanwhile, no-Name flipped a cool triple-kick spin mid-air on his skateboard, flicking his still burning cigarette into the air mid-jump, landed, and caught the cigarette in his teeth as it fell. Aces. He was easily the coolest kid skipping school that day.
Yumester grunted, forcing his throbbing manhood deep into the squealing fleshy thing as it writhed about on his bed. He flung duvets and pillows aside as he ploughed into that crevice, slamming harder and harder into the mattress, until finally he came in a mingling of salty semen and sweat. Exhausted, he flopped to the floor.
His cat yowled and sprang from the bed. If only that had been his fit assignment partner, he thought to himself, struggling back to his feet. Speaking of which, she'd be here soon. Best freshen up.
The clock ticked slow tick tick ticks about the silent bedroom as the two nervous assignment partners sat side by side, quietly turning through the pages of their poetry book or academic research paper or witness reports or whatever scholarly pretense this sexxing relies upon.
An hour had passed, and she had said nothing. Was she mocking him, Yumester wondered? Was she laughing at him on the inside, because he was the nerdy loner kid and she was the big-shot popular girl? He found himself reflecting on the knife strapped under his bed. That'd stop her laughing, he noted.
Another hour had passed, and he had said nothing. Was he that ashamed to have such a nobody working with him, she wondered? Of all the girls that had surely been in this Casanova's bedroom, she felt she must be the plainest.
Yumester moved his hand to reach for the pencil. Crazydreamergurl moved her hand to reach the paper. Their hands met, suddenly, in the middle. Their heads turned like whippets, and instantly their eyes locked.
"Oh god I knew you noticed me!" she squeaked, her fingers entwining with his, her head thrusting forward to latch onto his, furious and fevered lips eagerly meeting stunned, virgin lips. Tongue thrust, penetrating fresh, untouched new lands behind the molars of the sweaty young Yumester.
They fell, together, the one frozen in incomprehending fear, the other wriggling and twisting about her stiff body, hands searching eagerly beneath cotton clothes to find soft, supple flesh. She ran her fingers about his hairless chest, moaning even as she lunged her tongue further down his unresisting throat.
Sudden, primal, bestial instinct took over. Yumester's eyes flashed, and he pulled his head back, jaws opening to howl to the moon-god above. Something dormant and repressed had awoken. Something...horny.
He threw her lithe, young frame back onto the bed. There was a squelching sound as she disturbed a growing mound of masturbated seed soaked in somewhere within the bedsheets, but neither heard it nor paid heed. They were lost to wild frenzied passions.
His fingers deftly, confidently unzipping his jeans, he advanced, as she twisted and adjusted her fallen frame, legs slipping in an awkward spread.
His hands grasped at her light, mustard coloured shirt (a canny clothing suggestion from her bent buddy Irken, a fashion diva extraordinare) and tore it from her pale, naked frame.
His teeth cut the join between the two padded bra cups, and he tossed the useless fabric to one side as he clambered up and on top of her, his hips still held back, the angry spear of throbbing flesh poised angry and threatening, like a hovering eagle about to swoop.
Meanwhile, no-Name flipped a casual middle finger to the fat, shaking cop and hopped on to his skateboard. Pulling a mean 360, he wheeled off coolly into the night, leaving the cop to collapse back on to his car bonnet. The cop's partner shot him a bewildered look. "What's up with you, man? We can catch that kid!"
The bloated cop looked up with sad, pitying eyes. "You crazy? That's no-Name. We'd be mad to even try catching that kid."
Both law-enforcers sat back, to watch the young rogue disappear into the night. "Man. That is one badass young hell-raiser."
And their car blew up, because of the firework no-Name had slyly attached under it because of sleight of hand because he's cool like that. And everyone was like. Whoa.
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Crazydreamergurl gasped, the air forced out in a satisfying squeak as Yumester's purple juggernaut rammed its way into her soft, yielding pink opening.
Yumester roared, lion-like, and began to pound at his conquest, waist pummelling back and forth like a jack-hammer, sweat dripping from his face to be lapped up by the panting Crazydreamergurl beneath him.
They wrestled in this manner like wildcats for what felt like forever, then rolled, switching places.
Yumester felt tears in his eyes. "I never thought...I never thought it would happen..." he managed, in sharp, short breaths, as she ground her hips in looping circles on his lengthy meat stick.
She leant in close, and slowly began to remove her thick, straight blonde locks.
"The operation was expensive. But I did it for you," Skarr whispered, his rough asian curls now coming through as the blonde wig fell apart around them.
"I did it for you...Dragonclaw."
Yumester blinked, tears stinging his eyes.
"Thank-you...Ohio."
FINIS.
Star Wars is an epic space opera franchise conceived by George Lucas. The first film in the franchise was originally released on May 25, 1977, by 20th Century Fox, and became a worldwide pop culture phenomenon, spawning two immediate sequels, released at three-year intervals. Sixteen years after the release of the trilogy's final film, the first in a new prequel trilogy of films was released, again released at three-year intervals, with the final film released on May 19, 2005.
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