Go at it with a big army.
The second was from a user named 'Nina', her icon a complex, shifting labyrinth.
Surround the neutrals.
The third, and most bizarre, was from a user named 'Seven', whose icon was a simple, stylized number 7.
Alchemize a megaphone.
I stared at the screen.
"This is useless," Sarah scoffed. "It's the ramblings of madmen and idiots. 'Alchemize a megaphone'? What are you supposed to do, challenge them to a battle of the bands?"
"No," I whispered, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place in my mind with a beautiful, satisfying snap. "This is genius. This is high-level, coded communication between players who don't trust each other."
I began to break it down, my mind, once used for optimizing video game character builds, now a fine-tuned engine of strategic deduction.
