Snippet #1703612

Requiem closed his phone. The message was short, but it had gotten the point across: It was time for him to prove he had what it took to be the best. Though it was only the second day, the players would receive no mercy from him, the lead guitarist of the great band to walk the earth.

He was walking past Jupiter of the Monkey, heading for a gig of his when the idea came to him, though it was more of a problem solver than anything. He tapped his phone, wrote his orders for today, and his 'Send to All Players' , a feature that became available while he was deemed proxy.

After that, he and his band members sat down, doing a dress rehearsal for a small gig they had acquired.


Ariana looked around, suddenly dazed. Everyone had been at 10-4... then, all of a sudden, she was looking at the scrambles, witch indicated that day two had arrived. She looked around slowly, locating her partner. “Well, 1 day down, 6 to go. I wonder what whoever is behind this will do... we'll have to stay on guard.”


A small beep on her cell phone indicated mail. “...huh? What kind of instructions are these?”



tac dezrac eht gnitnuah rorret eht etanimile


You have 240 minutes.

Failure to comply will result in erasure.

Ariana looked at it, then turned to Emil, “Can you make heads or tail of this?”