Today I was strolling about the area when I came across a very eye-catching thing! A well! You see, many papers of all sort of colors and patterns were set by it as well as an assortment of writing and coloring utensils, and you were meant to write a letter of somesort to someone, and when you were done you could either go and send it to that being (via the mail-box near to it) or you could drop that letter and watch it descend into the dark abyss of the well. So, I walked right up to that handsome thing and wrote a letter. This here is what I had written.
Dear Reapersun,
Why is it that all the lasses (and lads) forever come runnin' towards me whenever I pass by? Their eyes have an odd sort of gleam and a bit of saliva is always runnin' off their lips and— oh... the lads... their pants look far more than a tad too tight in the lower regions!
Please, do tell me dearest Reapersun! My moving home is beginning to fill with letters that often contain frightening messages that involve my bare body and robes and lashes and in the evening when I'm changing or asleep I often hear clicking sounds and afterward seeing flashes of white light!
Save me!!!
~Nicu
Community Member