Sixth Trial

[bathymetric]

[ After a time, as always, your investigation is interrupted by the Mayor's now-familiar voice, calling out to you over the loudspeakers. ]

And that's gonna be time. Pack it in, everyone, bring what you're gonna bring because it's trial time.

[ There are so many bathyspheres missing, you cannot help but notice, as you all pile into the station for your standard trip down to the trial room. Your number has dipped to about a third of its original size - a fact that becomes even more evident when you reach the circle of podiums at the bottom of New Rapture's ocean trench. ]

You all know why you're here. Someone killed Pillage Idiot, and it's your job to figure out who. This is your sixth one, I sure hope you have the procedure down by now.

[ Welcome to your sixth trial. ]

Comments

[inaclearing]

If that was all it was, though, wouldn't they just wash until it was all off? It's like they...I don't know. Went and got more on them afterwards.

[specialyellthing]

… Like maybe they got some on their hands to write somethin?

[inaclearing]

...I...yeah, I guess so.

[Let him squint at that mass of squiggles again!]

They could've screwed up whatever Nandor wrote. Or he never wrote anything, and this was meant to...send us down a rabbit hole.

[Not that he's remembering you-know-who from last week or anything.]

[sastruga]

Well, that's possible, but... Maybe we should just assume he wrote it for now. We can always disregard it later.