A Letter Home from the Front
A Letter Home from the Front
Dearest Mother —
It has been nearly three days without a sim. The men grow restless. They yearn for battles, box scores, and butts. To pass the time, certain GMs have succumbed to self-annihilation via trade. The Sunsitivity thrives in this climate, and I fear for the safety of the group.
Colonel Skillz has presented plans to pillage the western lands. Major Woo continues to suffer from Raptourettes, hijacking nearly every planning meeting with strategy discussions about who will man the right flank for 30 seconds. We’ve lost communication with Captains Grundle and Burns after they achieved fleeting success on the battlefield many moons ago. Don’t worry as I shall hold fast and protect my brothers.
I look forward to seeing you soon after the battles on the ‘morrow.
Yours,
Capt. Swamp Steven
It has been nearly three days without a sim. The men grow restless. They yearn for battles, box scores, and butts. To pass the time, certain GMs have succumbed to self-annihilation via trade. The Sunsitivity thrives in this climate, and I fear for the safety of the group.
Colonel Skillz has presented plans to pillage the western lands. Major Woo continues to suffer from Raptourettes, hijacking nearly every planning meeting with strategy discussions about who will man the right flank for 30 seconds. We’ve lost communication with Captains Grundle and Burns after they achieved fleeting success on the battlefield many moons ago. Don’t worry as I shall hold fast and protect my brothers.
I look forward to seeing you soon after the battles on the ‘morrow.
Yours,
Capt. Swamp Steven
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