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mylittlejamjar2013-12-05 11:26 pm
ponykreutzer) wrote in mylittlejamjar2013-12-05 11:26 pm
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Week 2: Clarify [Visual]
(Oh look, it's that unicorn who made an ass of herself a few weeks ago. Remember her? If not her face, then her voice might sound familiar. Otherwise, it's just a unicorn with a strange pair of skeletal wings on her back.)
...Well. I'm at least using the scroll properly this time. I certainly made a fool of myself a few weeks ago and I can say with certainty that my mission continued to proceed offtrack. As you can see, my contact hasn't quite called me back, so as an apology to all of you, I should explain my purpose.
My name is Kreutzer. I'm a Reaper, officer rank, and I work in the Reaper's Game. In short, it's a game the dead play in hopes of winning the grand prize of resurrection. The one in charge of the Reaper's Game is called the Composer; the Composer runs everything and the workers, that includes us Reapers, make sure to follow the Composer's instructions. The game changes its location every week, hopping across time and space as the Composer sees fit, which is why I was so insistent to finish my mission by week's end.
My contact, the Composer, is fairly new at her job, but has the determination to do it well. Her determination, however, is weighed down by the mystery she has yet to solve: her death. It occurred several months ago. Granted, there's little continuity to be had across different universes and their timelines, but for us, it happened two months ago. As Reaper, I offered to investigate this mystery and she agreed to send me here. Why Equestria? Because that's her home of origin. The Composer, my contact, is a zebra named Zecora.
Given how...different this Equestria is, I can only assume it isn't my contact's. As such, my mission has been updated to solving the distortion in this world.
...I apologize for being so selfish and ominous.
(In other words, she blew it, she's as screwed as you guys and is calling a truce.)
...Well. I'm at least using the scroll properly this time. I certainly made a fool of myself a few weeks ago and I can say with certainty that my mission continued to proceed offtrack. As you can see, my contact hasn't quite called me back, so as an apology to all of you, I should explain my purpose.
My name is Kreutzer. I'm a Reaper, officer rank, and I work in the Reaper's Game. In short, it's a game the dead play in hopes of winning the grand prize of resurrection. The one in charge of the Reaper's Game is called the Composer; the Composer runs everything and the workers, that includes us Reapers, make sure to follow the Composer's instructions. The game changes its location every week, hopping across time and space as the Composer sees fit, which is why I was so insistent to finish my mission by week's end.
My contact, the Composer, is fairly new at her job, but has the determination to do it well. Her determination, however, is weighed down by the mystery she has yet to solve: her death. It occurred several months ago. Granted, there's little continuity to be had across different universes and their timelines, but for us, it happened two months ago. As Reaper, I offered to investigate this mystery and she agreed to send me here. Why Equestria? Because that's her home of origin. The Composer, my contact, is a zebra named Zecora.
Given how...different this Equestria is, I can only assume it isn't my contact's. As such, my mission has been updated to solving the distortion in this world.
...I apologize for being so selfish and ominous.
(In other words, she blew it, she's as screwed as you guys and is calling a truce.)
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