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 Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 6:08 pm
You somehow obtained the letter from Professor Thorn addressed to you personally. Here is what it said:Quote: Dear Elda Chan,
I hope this letter gets to you timely. I know that letters may take up to months to receive. But, any who, hello. I know that you are probably wondering what this letter is about. Well, allow me to explain. I have hand chosen you to be part of a little project I have developed. I have a request, and I hope you will willingly take part in this project.
I am in need of an item. This item is a very common one yes, but you must keep it from spoiling and getting rotten! That's the real task at hand. Getting me this item will surely bring you some type of reward. The item I ask you to bring is cheese. Why cheese? Well, that's part of the secret deary. Now, if you do bring me this item I ask, you will receive a reward for your efforts. Thank you.
-Professor Thaddias Thorn
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 6:08 pm
It was the dead of night and rain lashed against the blackened windows of the library, in the distance a flash of lightening illuminated the night sky, closely followed by the roar of thunder. Ignoring the weather, a young woman sat in the dimly lit library, hunched over a thick tome. The book was an old one, and it discussed, in detail, the happenings of some long-forgotten war. The woman was engrossed; she could picture her hero, a handsome, dashing man as a captain in the opposing army who happened to fall in love with a busty young redheaded woman. Such was the life of a romance novelist.
She jotted notes quickly and efficiently on a yellow legal pad, never looking up from the book. These notes would form the outline of her novel, to which she had been given the working title, Shameless. It would be a tale of a torrid love affair conducted in a less-than-discreet manner.
Elda sighed and laid down her pen. Novels were great to read, and fun to write, but research was tiresome. She stretched her arms over her head and cracked her neck. The long hours of poring over dusty library books were beginning to take their toll. She began to gather up her research materials into neat stacks, organizing them so she could continue latter.
She was in the process of putting her papers into her bag when a thick envelope slipped from between the printed sheets. Elda frowned as it fluttered delicately to the floor, landing face-up and displaying her name on the front in a neat script.
“Where did that come from?” She wondered aloud as she stooped to pick up the envelope, and weighing the heavy parchment paper in her hand. “I don’t remember getting a letter.”
She carefully tore at the heavy paper, as not to rip the contents. Scanning the letter, she frowned. Obviously this was the deranged writing of a crazy man. Why couldn’t he just go to the store and get cheese on his own? She hastily stuffed the letter into her bag and gathered up the rest of her notes.
The best thing to do with this sort of thing was to ignore it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 6:44 pm
9/30/2008
Dear Diary,
Found a letter among my research material at the library last night. It was very weird, it just showed up there, all very mysterious, I’m sure there wasn’t anyone else at the library that late.
But it’s been bugging me. The letter was from some loon who calls himself “Professor” Thorn. He wants me to bring him cheese. . . CHEESE. You can buy cheese for very little at any grocery store, so why ask me to?
I think I may do it. Best case he’s crazy and he doesn’t know it. Worst case. . . well, I don’t want to think about worst case.
But I’m faced with another small problem, what kind of cheese? There’s cheddar, blue, Swiss, and many, many more. . . Do I just go and pick a random one? Or did he have a specific type in mind.
Crazy people. Go figure.
~Elda
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