Der Fuhrer Dyszel
28-10-2003, 22:43
A letter, neatly printed with The Reich emblem embossed on the envelope, sits in the mail to all national leaders. The small envelope contained a letter, written on creamy white paper in fancy script writing.
Someone, sitting behind a oak desk, feet propped onto of it read it aloud, as if to an audience.
"To Whom in May Concern, (he paused as the letter had)
You are cordially invited to attend a paintball competition to be held in the region of the First Reich of Der Fuhrer. You are encouraged to attend, and if you would like, bring your own equipment. Otherwise, standard equipment will be provided upon entry.
Refreshments and dinner will be served afterward, all expenses paid. You are not obliged to bring anything, but yourself or a representative.
Please consider. I hope to see you there.
Yours cordially,
Candy Suxx"
The man's droned voice stopped reading the letter when it ended. He placed it on the desk and spun around on his chair.
"Perhaps, I will attend."
OOC:
Please join at your will.
Someone, sitting behind a oak desk, feet propped onto of it read it aloud, as if to an audience.
"To Whom in May Concern, (he paused as the letter had)
You are cordially invited to attend a paintball competition to be held in the region of the First Reich of Der Fuhrer. You are encouraged to attend, and if you would like, bring your own equipment. Otherwise, standard equipment will be provided upon entry.
Refreshments and dinner will be served afterward, all expenses paid. You are not obliged to bring anything, but yourself or a representative.
Please consider. I hope to see you there.
Yours cordially,
Candy Suxx"
The man's droned voice stopped reading the letter when it ended. He placed it on the desk and spun around on his chair.
"Perhaps, I will attend."
OOC:
Please join at your will.