A puzzle

[Kidthorazine]

www.thematrixisreal.com

who here as been to this site and how far have you gotten into it ive found out a few things and talked to the creator but om still close to the begging some of you guys should take a crack at it if you havent already

[VampBoi]

I looked at it. I don't understand what we are to find/figure out.

[TheWalkingGlitch]

I'm not particularly far yet either, though I only started looking at it when I saw this thread yesterday. Keep in mind that everything means something and you'll get farther. Google is your friend.

[VampBoi]

Google is your friend.

I love Google.

[Kidthorazine]

i found out how to decipher new phrases on the front page and i found a password prompt (courtesy of an ARG board)

[franziska]

What exactly are you supposed to do?
Sorry, I don't mean to sound like an idiot, it's just one of those days...

[Kidthorazine]

you have to advance to a new pae on the site by obtaining a url found in a riddle on the first page but first you have to decode the riddle

[morbid_lady]

i'm still seeing dots....

[suicidal_tendencies]

For some, today is just another day in a hat of feathers.

For some, they are considering concepts of epic proportions.

For some, see means believe.

For some, art is religion.

For some, sprinkled water is refreshing.

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For some, I am a friend.

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