Mix two colors of life and death, in and out with every breath [Visual, Private to Kreutzer]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[Zecora looks deadly serious as she activates the scroll, a frown on her face and her usually warm tone solemn and almost hesitant.]

Strange things are at hoof in this land
And even I do not understand
The changes that keep taking place
But you may be a saving grace.
I need to know more of that story
Of the other me in all her glory.

Comments

[ponykreutzer]

Actually, I was thinking from a later time.

(Like a certain future that's been eaten by a certain goddess.)

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

In either case I
Would prefer not to die.

[ponykreutzer]

I will do everything I can to keep that from happening. You have my word.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

The though I hesitate to voice
Is that I may have no choice.

[Being turned into a weird ghost creature had affected her more strongly than she usually let on...]

[ponykreutzer]

Then let's confirm that there's a choice to be had.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

So many questions to first be addressed.
All I can do is give them my best.

[ponykreutzer]

Precisely. Take on what you can and give it your all. We'll figure things out as we go.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

If I am to count this as one of my wins
Can you tell me how your Game begins?
After all, before I tease death apart
I must figure out where to start.

[ponykreutzer]

Certainly.

The Game began simply enough in Shinjuku. It was clearly the first week of the game since many new players and reapers arrived at once. They gave a quick debriefing of each of the roles and sent us out for the first mission. It was very to the point, as you might imagine; let everyone figure things out as they go. Reapers set up their first walls, players found partners and the mission proceeded smoothly.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

Let me rephrase, to seek this thing:
From whence did this Game spring?