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Squall Leonhart. |
| From: |
"Ellone
Loire" < seepastmyeyes@esthar.net > |
| To: |
"Squall
Leonhart" < squallleonhart823@balambgarden.net > |
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Repent! |
I think the end is near, Squall. I heard about the explosion of
hormones down your way. That's gotta be fun. Much better than down here in
Esthar. We recently had an outbreak of the Chimera Plague. It's nasty.
It's a disease that sometimes can be lethal. Otherwise, it's just chaos.
Vomit everywhere, usually with blood. Some of my kids have it and I have
to keep them quarantined. It's very demeaning for a child to be
quarantined. Scooter is one of them. I hope he survives. He's a brat, but
I still love him to tears.
The death rate of the disease is 10% when treated, 75% when untreated.
Believe me, Scooter is treated. So is Flat Face. I have this girl, Flatty,
she just has the worst luck when it comes to being hit in the face. She
walks into walls and trips and falls. It's insane how often her face gets
smashed in. Her nose is starting to flatten out even. Poor girl. On the
plus side, she's starting to come of age and she's starting to grow into
other areas. Soon nobody will call her Flatty.
I'm scared for my kids, but I got them treated quickly, which is
supposed to help the death rate decrease yet again. Still, everybody in
Esthar is walking around wearing face masks. Man I wish we were more like
Balamb area. You guys walk around wearing condoms and you're fine. If you
accidentally get somebody pregnant, then you just send the kid to the
orphanage here where junior will contract the Chimera Plague and die from
exploding jugulars. I was at the store and saw somebody die of the
disease. Aisle 12 will never be clean. So much blood.
It's scary here, Squall. I wish Daddy would come back from Balamb and
help us. They stuck a moomba in charge of Esthar and he's failing to say
the least. I wish I knew what an O. Dean was and I wish I knew why Daddy
felt he needed to stop him. Something about creating animals and rap
music? I'm confused and scared for my children. I hate having to be the
tough one and tell the kids everything is fine. What if Scooter or Flatty
die!? Squall! Ahh!
Love,
Sis
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