Earlier this evening Eurogamer were accosted by a well-known developer in a dark alley. Or possibly an email. They thrust a mysterious piece of parchment into their hands and told them that their readers held the key to deciphering it.
Apparently the poem below holds the secret to a new game announcement, and if you can unlock the clues you can follow the Internet highway to the source of the information. They're not supposed to help you, which is good, because they're all idiots.
Before the figure scurried out of our sight he (or she, perhaps) left them with one final thought: