A ghostly shadow is cast across the dimly lit cobbled street as a mysterious character of which little is known evaluates the recent events in our tormented cities.

We must face the facts that times are changing and embrace it. It is our responsibility to work together towards our forefathers’ vision by re-establishing our once magnificent cities and put an end to this violet cycle we have so easily fallen into. It is our duty to re enforce our family values, honor and trust.

In order to move forward we must open our eyes to the root of the problem, ourselves. It is our own failings which have led to our children having no hope, no future in our uncontrolled crime ridden city streets, Weapons have become something a past time for those miss guided youths with no regard for life. It’s time to put an end to our shameful behavior.

Perhaps this unidentified character walks the streets of New York before his time, a savior perhaps. However, as he disappears from sight he can only hope someone is listening and sharing his views. As the fog clears it becomes apparent a message has been left for those to follow.

01010000 10110000 00100110 10100110 01110110 10110110 10000110 00100110 00000100

10100110 00010110 00101110 00000100 01100110 11110110 00000100 10100110 11000110

01110110 10000110 00100110 00000100 10100110 00010110 00101110

 

I wish your code went like this :

001100010010011110100001101101110011

We should all be following The Dance Of The Damned.

Kanye sees the message his fellow family member has left.

Hmmm... I see.

Kanye lights a joint, and disappears into the crowd.

After a prolonged effort at understanding Sam stood back from his work. Taken aback at the sight of a large wall covered in incomprehensible scribbles, Sam sighed deeply and threw his chalk to the floor. Dejected and utterly defeated he approached 01000011.

Ok man listen. I'm gonna level with you. I can't make head nor fucking tail of this shit. As a generally enthusiastic mental athlete, this kind of head gymnastics would normally appeal to me, alas Big Sam must concede. My understanding of this form of communication is, well lets face it, non existent. Its all jibberish to me lad. I'll just resign myself to not understanding and take solace in the fact you are a good man and you work hard for our family.

Patting his cryptic friend on the shoulder he smiled and walked away.

Studying the sign that 0100011 has left, Dastardly decides to answer it in the same manner..

01011001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100100 01101111 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01110010 01101111 01101110 01100111

definately not Dastardly.

you must be calculating incorrectly.

as Big_Sam turns, this lonely character of few words calmly explains. not everything is as it seems my dear friend. you must look beyond the content in order to solve the futuristic puzzle. perhaps a title holds the key.

Not to deviate, Dastardly answers in the same fashion as he did before

01001001 00100000 01110011 01100101 01100101 00100000 01110111 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01001001 00100000 01110111 01100101 01101110 01110100 00100000 01110111 01110010 01101111 01101110 01100111 00100000 00111010 00101001

Aeolus strolls by and stares at the message for bit, deciding to give the translation an attempt. After listening to the others and picking up on a few clues, the man deciphers it and smiles in satisfaction of the accomplishment.

I enjoy what you've done here. You've opened up your speech with a strong theme and ended it with a challenging, appropriate message.

Aeolus nods respectfully towards 01000011's direction and continues walking down the street.

Lordian walks by the message, and then turns to read it over a few times.  He nods, and begins to hum himself a dirge as he continues onward.