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Prompt 4: The mail is always bad this time of year, but it seems like something's gone a little extra wrong. An old letter arrives shows up with no return address, no name on it; it's impossible to tell who it is from or how it got there, given that it might have arrived in your mailbox, your front door, or maybe it even just showed up inside your house. If you open it, the letter is dated from decades ago and contains some surprising information; it is a letter lost to time and contains some secret. The content of the letter are up to the player; it might contain a confession of love, an admission of guilt, the secret of some crime--no matter what the letter contains, it leaves you with news to reflect on. Do you try to seek out anyone mentioned in the letter? Do you investigate or try to hand the letter over to someone else? Does the content of the letter reflect your life in some way? ...Do you have to worry about someone breaking into your house to leave strangely coded messages?
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Siv flipped through the mail when it arrived, soprting cards and bills and letters as she walked to place the sorted mail in the kitchewn when shje spotted a litter written to her. The envellope was new, but bore no return address, and for a moment the golden maned Courcel woman considered trashing it until she gave, and opened the envelope carefully.
The paper inside was yellowing, crackly and folded and refolded on old seamed, and one brow arched as Siv walked to her room and sat to examine the letters. They were dated 19 tears prior in September, and Siv bit her lips at the handwriting. It was her biological Grandmother's spidfery calligraphy,. stiff and former, the kind she used when she sent Siv an 18th birthday card, and was written to someone else.
"Dear Ronald, It began.
The news came hours after the... Incidents on the 11th, and I'm still not surpriused youer sister passed away. Really, the CIA is nasty business and reporting to the Pentagon, well, I don't weant to know what made her take that Jonathan of hers, but the baby was at school, blessed be. Your neice is getting into everything! It's a pity you can't take her, but I uinderstand your reasoning. I called that man's family, and they don't have a place for her. Not that I tried hard -- I don't want to assovciate with THOSE kinds of people, after all. Well don't feel terribly, I've spoken with a state social worker and little Siv will be in a foster home soon enough. And good riddance, too. I never did like that Jonathan. You know he's why Abby took that horrible business. Do you want to know something? Siv's almost broken my best china! And she screams and cries. I told her it won't bering her mommy back and she screamed louder. Abby was always sop sensible -- this is Jonathan's terrible genes. Well soon this whole unpleasantness will be behind us.
?Mommy loves you,
Clara.
Siv felt the corners of her mouth twitch. She knew damn well what thios event was. Half the nation did. Still, being derided for being a distraught child...
A hand slammed down the letter on her bed and she unfolded the next one.
Dear Mother, The next letter began.
Oh my poor mother, burdened with that horrible little chuild! So badly behaved! Really, Abby let that horrible cretin ruin her, then the baby. Anyway, you'll be pleased to know I pulled some strings here at City Hall. Sioop that little freak will be well away from us in Destiny City. Beyond that, she's no longer your problem, or mine. Even if those people were planning to talk to us to take her, well, it's better for everyone to get rid of that thing. I also sent some lovely new goblets to you for your next social event, of course! I hope that helps weash the unpleasant taste from your mouth. Oh, and no oworries -- crocodile tears about Abby got the jopb handled enopugh. I still can't believe Abby disrespected the family to marry one of THOSE types. They got what was coming. Also, I'm bringing some cookies to your Christmas party this year! I found a lovely sugar cookie recipe. I'm excited!
Your loyal son,
Ronald.
Her upper lip curled in distaste. She'd almost forgotten her uncle Ron, or, Uncle "Don't-touch-that", and now she was glad. They were disgusting poeople, really. Speaking ill of the dead, then her.... She paused, making noises with her mouth in thought. Actually? No, ******** them too, Uncle Dickwaffle had meddled./ Was that illegal? He seemed to infer he exploited a City worker of... Somecity. Another derisive snortt, and Siv rolled to her computer, beginning to type. Shew was going to dig into this, and, if possible, get the man's life made a living hell for it, and she gave her parents a sad gaze in their framed photo before she settled to writing to some people. Let them be creeps. SHE was nailing one on bribery.
REVENGE!
