They decommissioned my sending crystal, the knaves.
I mean, from a tactical perspective it makes some sense, when there are so many of us here. It would be pretty hard to find out which crystals were accounted for or not if we were all killed at once. And limiting who has them means there are fewer people spreading information around. Easier to trace leaks and traitors and so on. I get it!
But I wish they’d made an exception for me. I tried to tell them I couldn’t sleep unless a scary Nevarran woman told me a bedtime story, and they didn’t care at all. Not even a little.
So this is my formal request for you to please send one bedtime story to me, by return letter. I can read it out loud to myself with your accent.
Once Upon a Time there was a Prince who thought he was very Clever and would make all manner of Jokes that were Very Bad. One day He was eaten by a Crocodyle and no one could Save him and no one wanted to. The End.
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Date: 2019-05-06 04:30 pm (UTC)Teren,
They decommissioned my sending crystal, the knaves.
I mean, from a tactical perspective it makes some sense, when there are so many of us here. It would be pretty hard to find out which crystals were accounted for or not if we were all killed at once. And limiting who has them means there are fewer people spreading information around. Easier to trace leaks and traitors and so on. I get it!
But I wish they’d made an exception for me. I tried to tell them I couldn’t sleep unless a scary Nevarran woman told me a bedtime story, and they didn’t care at all. Not even a little.
So this is my formal request for you to please send one bedtime story to me, by return letter. I can read it out loud to myself with your accent.
Alistair
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Date: 2019-05-16 01:25 am (UTC)Dear Alistair.
Once Upon a Time there was a Prince who thought he was very Clever and would make all manner of Jokes that were Very Bad. One day He was eaten by a Crocodyle and no one could Save him and no one wanted to.
The End.
Teren
P.S. Wash your socks.