This will be where we're posting the IC for Dear Reader... since a few folks in our little gang have told me that they don't like the way the RP tab sets out the posting. So, to start us off I'll repost the first letter. From this point on, I don't think I'll be posting the letters here - though if you do want that to happen, tell me in the OOC. Or send a PM. Or whine about it to me in the chat, it all works. We'll work out a posting order from whoever posts first and then when it comes to you all posting together, we'll see if we need to work out something else. Posting starts now, babies. Enjoy yourselves.
It's been a long day - you've either been at work, doing some grocery shopping or simply waiting out a dreary day off - and you find a plain envelope with your name and address printed on the front in a simple cursive written in dark red ink sitting inside your letterbox...
I believe there is a set path to life. Do you know why? I never thought I'd see you again. After what you did, I never even hoped to see you again. There you were, though... Walking by me in the street, back into my life, back into my mind. I knew you so well and now I know you entirely. Don't believe me?
I'm about to prove I know your mind completely,
So think of a number between zero and four-eighty.
Please open the other envelope
And then we'll see how well you cope
When your days are numbered - one, two, three!
How much longer will you last?
From a friend - or should that be 'enemy'?
Of course, you assume that this is just a ridiculous prank. No one you know would ever send something so strange. Did the writer of this note really presume to know what number you'd think of out of so many possibilities? You decide to test this amusing prankster's so-called 'knowledge' - the number that popped into your head? One. Nine. Eight.
You open the smaller envelope that had been tucked in with the first letter and read on...
James Lewis
198DesignStudio
Port Dundas Business Park
Glasgow
And here you thought I wouldn't get it right...
Well, my friend, the countdown starts tonight.
You have three days to solve my game
And if you get it wrong you've only yourself to blame.
Now you and I have a date,
One-nine-eight.