'But so do I'
my faithful companions
It is far too early of the morning to make contact with the folks I have made myself a family of. I treasure them too dearly to wake them at such an hour with what my wife so lovingly describes as, my nonsense. And so I put it to you, fellow lemmings, to receive this missive.
It's been nearly two hours if the clock is to be trusted, since I last left the warm embrace of a comfortable bed, two dogs, and my aforementioned partner. My heart yearns to be enveloped in those sheets once more. But the modern luxuries we all enjoy come with a price, and that price is paid in time. Times like these, friends, where the gap between me and cold steel is filled with warm coffee, delightful banter, and a hefty pinch of salty attitude.
I write to you at this ungodly for want of something better to do. As my presence at work was requested politely behind the threat of not so polite demands, but in all that commotion they forgot to give us anything to do. And so here we all sit, collecting a wage plus a half, longing for our beds.
Tell the others I miss them, or don't. They'll not care either way, and take care friends. My shift is only just begun.
Signed
Truly
WogiDear friend,
My profuse appologies for falling out of communication recently, strange and dreadful events have been occuring that have kept me from such pleasures.
You see, I fell prey to a terrible darkness, a strange and compelling fugue state overtook me and lead me to partaking in the strange and unwholesome rituals involving, as I was lead to believe, a more than mearly symbolic 'clensing' before changing my garb entirely. I then felt some dread force overtake me completely and, though my mind rebeled, I fell unconcious, overwhealmed entirely by that force that seemed to drag me down to some unquiet realm of darkness where I could not move and only dimly understood the strange and disjoint visions shown to me.
It was only moments ago that I struggled back to conciousness, the darkness seemingly miraculously past, although I still feel it's aweful tentacles slithering through the margins of my mind. The memories of what I saw and heard in that most grim swoon seem to be fading like the mists that burn off in the sun. I know not what entity it was that inflicted such trials upon me, nor to what end they did so, but it is my desperate hope that it will not hapoen again.
I once again beg your forgiveness for not answering your previous communication, and look forward most earnestly to seeing you at your earliest convenience as I am certain your company and an elixier of those fine beans you have bern so prudent in collecting and treating would drive the last vestiges of the darkness from my mind.
Yours etc...
(I was tired and didn't sleep well, fancy grabbing a coffee this morning)
Awesome, 10 out of 10 Lovecrafts.
Dear fellow cybernaut,
My reasons to write this missive are twofold.
First, and foremost, I want to express my earnest solidarity with you in these trying times, and hope it's reciprocal.
On the other note, I also want to compliment you on your impeccable taste of writing aesthetics.
Cordially,
Dear friends,
I have assembled you here on this fine occasion with the hope in my heart that you will all take this opportunity to showcase your talents of the quill and the mind.
Let us cheer each other with prose both flowery and ornate. While the world around us may be filled with horrors and dread, let not our hearts yeild to despair, but rather let us lift each other with turns of phrase meant to delight and amuse.
Yours truly, Pencil_noob
p.s. I would humbly request any assistance with the job of moderation on this new community, so if any of you fine souls would do me honor of commenting on my initial post over there I will be able to promote you to this esteemed position. While it is a task both thankless and challenging, it is a critical one for both the growth and sustainment of quality. I beg you noble folk, please join me on this task of moderation
Sounds like a normal conversation to me
The horrors persist, yet I continue to preserve
My wife's 86 year old stepfather does this, his texts in the group chat will start with "dear family," and then a whole letter appears.
