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Look who’s there, a wandering adventurer looking for the Bananafish treasure! This episode is part of the interactive story/treasure hunt called “Quest In The Realms”. If you landed on this page because you’re trying to solve the mystery, don’t hesitate and keep delving in the story. If you came here through random loitering, what are you waiting for!?

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## Mystery Episode
*It's all going to hell.* You're walking along a corridor of the half-collapsed, half-burned down villa. Lost in thought, you ignore the assorted debris and litter. The days following the hurricane have been taxing. You haven't been sleeping well. An eerily familiar apparition has been haunting you. You've spotted her in mirrors, running for cover before you can turn your head. When you wake up, you find drops of black goo in the room, every night inching closer and closer. The villa only had a single working phone left. It had started ringing at odd times of the day--you suspect due to intermittent satellite coverage. But right when you were about to answer, a very drunk Tres Culos had gotten hold of the receiver. "Uh?, ...from omma?" you heard him say, then, "YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOMMA!", followed by his yanking the cable off the wall. You suspect that missed call will have legal repercussions. But you don't really care about any of that. It will sort itself out. It's the band. The guys are finding excuses not to play, usually being wasted, comatose or both. You must admit, you miss having a live audience. Now you know, if a punk rock song plays in a forest and no one is around to hear it, it does make a sound but it's not very fun. A return to civilization looks increasingly appealing. Besides, you're actually famous now. Famous enough to make a talent-scout shit his pants with anticipation. You just need to plan your comeback with great care. Could the Tortillas stay lucid for the number of days necessary to sign a contract, record an album or three, and live the rest of their lives in opulence? *...no. Not remotely possible.* Could the Tortillas stay lucid for the number of hours necessary to sign a contract, get an advance payment in cash, and escape across the border to Tijuana? *A definite maybe. Best strategy so far. What could go wrong?* As you enter the living room, navigating a floor completely covered in empty bottles, you spot Tio Billy standing and snoring. Every few minutes, his arm automatically lifts the glass he's holding, up to his nose. Machete is lying below the table, apparently french-kissing the table leg. You listen to his mumbling and realize he's proposing. Recalling his previous relationships, this one might actually work. Tres Culos appears on the doorway shaking a bottle. "Last beer, folks." Tio blinks twice, then scrutinizes the very dry object in his hand. Machete emits a feral growl and crouches on all fours, ready to pounce on Tres. An alarmed Tres quickly gulps down the last sip and upends the bottle, showing Machete it's empty. Then all three turn to you in perfect unison. "Mendo?" "Mendo?" "Grrrr?" You flash your best shit-eating grin. Pulling out Oddy's cellphone, you find the private number of his corporate agent. "Relax guys. I have an idea." Exactly after you finished talking, Oddy's cell rings sinisterly. You all stare at it, more or less like a bunch of teenagers that just finished watching *The Ring*. On the end of the phone, there's this weird Little voice chanting: *"If the treasure you want to find, one mystic word keep in mind. Everything on Bananafish runs sleek: not in months but in weeks the moons of the Realms are born and die. Under the silver light of the fortieth moon, where the dirge resounds intense, look for the eighth sign and wait for your recompense."* **THE END**
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