Ho, noble adventurers, to Chuckles’ fun game, One ethereal prize for a mind sharp with fame! For one clever player, who first solves my jest, A singular treasure awaits, the very best!

Not Yew’s leafy shade, nor Britain’s grand keep, But a jester’s bright laugh shall your secret reap. In Britain’s great castle, where banners fly high, Seek a fool full of mirth, with a twinkle in eye.

His name, eight letters, sets the cipher’s true pace, Count its length, shift back, to reveal the right place. “KQQSJKRRRJ” holds the spot you must seek, Move letters by his count, let the numbers speak.

In Moonglow’s fair light, where magic does gleam, Find the hidden splendor, in a starry dream. Follow the digits, let your journey take flight, With a click, one smart soul claims the celestial delight!

— Chuckles, Prince of Pranks