letter
To Jen.
You do not know me, nor will wish to know me if you know what is good for you. My name is Nivvan, and I am sending you this letter so that you and your filthy kind may know what you are... what you have done... why you all deserve to die.
What you have now, sitting on your pleasantly tanned desk with it's red leather topper, complete with lovely little pictures of your lover and your three children, is a pack of official documents from over a hundred years ago on Skull Monkey Island. Back before the Smog... I know this because, you see... I was there. I am over a hundred years old, because I have been genetically engeneered... much like the other monkeys on that list. I am told that you are a Skull Monkey and not an 'originer' as you have been calling them. This means that you too are mutant like me, and some would say that for this, you do not deserve to die.... I beg to differ. You do. Undeniably. You are harbouring known criminals and consorting with the children of deffective revver members.
Please note... Skull Monkeys are not an old species. We were created... by the islanders on Origin... We were created by madmen, tortured, tested, tired.... killed. So when we finally left... we gave them a gift... we gave them the smog. we were that intelligent thanks to old Edvar.
Edvar died, Jen. Edvar died a terrible, painful... slow death. More than he deserved.
Remember that... remember that and read your own sordid history. Not even the Islanders will tell you this, because they refuse to acknowlege the facts. You deserve to die.... you will. You all will.
~Nivvan.
You do not know me, nor will wish to know me if you know what is good for you. My name is Nivvan, and I am sending you this letter so that you and your filthy kind may know what you are... what you have done... why you all deserve to die.
What you have now, sitting on your pleasantly tanned desk with it's red leather topper, complete with lovely little pictures of your lover and your three children, is a pack of official documents from over a hundred years ago on Skull Monkey Island. Back before the Smog... I know this because, you see... I was there. I am over a hundred years old, because I have been genetically engeneered... much like the other monkeys on that list. I am told that you are a Skull Monkey and not an 'originer' as you have been calling them. This means that you too are mutant like me, and some would say that for this, you do not deserve to die.... I beg to differ. You do. Undeniably. You are harbouring known criminals and consorting with the children of deffective revver members.
Please note... Skull Monkeys are not an old species. We were created... by the islanders on Origin... We were created by madmen, tortured, tested, tired.... killed. So when we finally left... we gave them a gift... we gave them the smog. we were that intelligent thanks to old Edvar.
Edvar died, Jen. Edvar died a terrible, painful... slow death. More than he deserved.
Remember that... remember that and read your own sordid history. Not even the Islanders will tell you this, because they refuse to acknowlege the facts. You deserve to die.... you will. You all will.
~Nivvan.
