A small, creased letter softly floats down to the factory railstation floor. There is no receiver or sender name written on it, only the words "Rupture Farms" are visible in crude letters.
Upon openening the letter, you notice how the handwriting has changed dramatically. The person who wrote the words on the envelope, cannot be the same person who wrote the letter itself. You start reading the carefully written letter;
Dear 'Farmers',
I wrote this letter as an apology, both for myself and my low-witted friend here.. You notice there an ink spot here, as if someone had given the author a push.
... for our more-than-unjustified departure. We thought we could use a vacation, you know, to travel and see the world. I know we should've atleast said goodbye, or something, but hey, once you feel the burning passion of freedom, there is nothing that could stop you.
So, how are things over there? I hope no one has gotten killed, or anything. I've had my own share of problems with ol' Jammer here. He has got the patience of a scrab... One wrong look at him and you got yourself a fist in the face. Trust me, I know. Otherwise, we both are doing great and actually, we were thinking of heading back that way. Can't make any promises though, there still is a lot of lands to explore, ye?
Anyway, I wish you all well. Take care and remember to give the scrab meat in the cafeteria a good poke before you eat it. I don't know why, but Jammer told me to add it here anyhow.
Yours,
-Red and Jammer
P.S. This is just amazing, they actually sell the old type of slig headgear here! I finally got --hey..! Where is "here" anyway?
The words trail off, ending the letter.
[EDIT; Bloody typical of ol' Red... Wrong topic, ftw
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*pokes the moderator dude*