Letter Writing Day Contest

[Saphira_17]

To BB_Nanuq

Thx for your sweet responds. I am proud on my work. I write more things but that is more for myself XD. I hope that you found more of this works. Because these are special. What is writing by somebody is always special because it is uniek and it comes out of there hearts.

Regards,
Saphhira_17

P.S. If you have a account in the game, send my a friend invite. it like me nice

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[PistolePaultje]

Lieve Koopman van TSO,

Wat bezoek ik U toch graag, als het kan elke dag weer.
Mijn liefde voor U is met geen pen te beschrijven, het maakt mijn hart sneller doen kloppen.
Ik krijg zweethandjes als ik met mijn muis richting Uw schatkistje ga en een zalig gevoel overvalt me als ik door uw categorieën blader.
Uren blader ik rond in Uw koopwaar, zwijmelend bij de aanblik van al dat moois dat hopelijk ooit eens allemaal van mij zal zijn.
En soms, heel soms, als ik zuinig gespaard heb,, als ik dan die ene grote aankoop doe, ontspringen de bloemen uit hun knop, zingen de vogels uit volle borst tot een euforisch gevoel mij meester maakt.
Maar de teleurstelling is ook daar, keer op keer, als ik weer weg ga zonder wat bij U gekocht te hebben.
Want de edelstenen komen maar eens per week met 100 tegelijk binnen, en de mooie dingen zijn prijzig voor een armzalige sloeber als ik ben.
Maar ik weet dat op een dag, ooit, eens zal ik al de dingen bezitten die mij zo naar aan het hart zijn.

Tot morgen lieve koopman, dan kom ik zeker weer even aan, en kan ik blijven dromen van al het moois wat U te bieden heeft.

Pistolepaultje

[rhoo]

beste ********

kom maar op, ik lust je rauw
niemand wint van deze vrouw

ik hak je met gemak
volledig in de prak

morgen om deze tijd
zie ik je in de strijd

en vier je ondergang met een bloody mary

[JohnAdamss]

To the Mayor of Settlertown,

With the deepest regret, I must inform you that the campaign on the valiant little tailor island has almost come to a standstill, not only because of the weather, but of the ferocious attacks of our enemies.

During the first few weeks, the landing site was secured and we met little resistance and our forces rejoiced that as a good omen for a swift and speedy victory, but then the troubles began when hordes of wolves attacked the supply lines.

Many soldiers died defending the bread and wine supplies (wonder why they fought as bravely about those), and had to witness the caravans of swords to be taken away into enemy hands. These raids continued during the next days until General Bighelmet and his forces defeated the main Wolves and Bears army near the end of sector one in a glorious battle worthy of songs in the years to come.

During that battle one of our Master of Martial arts generals was seriously wounded when a wolfpack leader bit him harshly in his behind so he was unable to ride in the next sector and we needed his skills most desperately.

We lost two battle hardened generals when a couple of giants used their clubs to smash in their helmets and it took two weeks for blacksmiths to peel of the iron that was wrapped around their faces. All that time they could only be fed with liquids, which was good for their constitution, but the weight loss mend that their armor was too big for them in next sector.

When our forces finally reached the last sector the evil king sent out his best troops and although we fought as lions, we couldn’t prevent them from overrunning our supply wagons. Many soldiers cried out when the enemy took the brew from the carts and retreated laughing into the woods.

So I employ you to sent with all haste, new resources and particular large quantities of brew so our demoralised forces can once again charge with vigor and high spirits (not too high off course else they fly over the enemy camps) into battle.

Yours faithfully

General Major Tumblewood, Commander in chief of the settler armies.

[Pleuny]

[Pleuny]

waarom word mijn bericht niet weer gegeven?

[BriggiBedlam]

To my very best friend Sir Robin,


I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the entertainment you provided my friends, relieving them of their burden of gold and jewellery!

The way you ambushed those merchants and nobles was a work of art! Killing their guards provided a lot of new work opportunity for the unemployed in the area.

At first I was surprised and I must say a bit disappointed when I learned you didn't molest the women who accompanied my friends.

Then I heard you reserved that treat for the men! I have heard your group described as Robin Hood and his merry men, I now see why. You certainly had "a gay old time"!

Rest assured my good friend that I will repay you in kind. Already I have dispatched a dozen generals, all with a full complement of men, and all just as friendly towards men as you are.

They will soon arrive to do battle with you and the cries of those of your men that do not perish immediately will be heard for a long, long time.

I will of course be there to supervise the carnage and do honour to my name Bedlam. And a bedlam it will be!

Blood and other bodily fluids will flow like rivers. It will be glorious!

Yours sincerely,


BriggiBedlam

[BB_Nanuq]

To BB_Nanuq

Thx for your sweet responds. I am proud on my work. I write more things but that is more for myself XD. I hope that you found more of this works. Because these are special. What is writing by somebody is always special because it is uniek and it comes out of there hearts.

Regards,
Saphhira_17

P.S. If you have a account in the game, send my a friend invite. it like me nice

Hi Saphhira_17,

You're absolutely right. Writing from the heart to a friend or a loved one is something special! I hope we read more of these types of work.

Regards,
BB_Nanuq

[BB_Nanuq]

To the Mayor of Settlertown,

With the deepest regret, I must inform you that the campaign on the valiant little tailor island has almost come to a standstill, not only because of the weather, but of the ferocious attacks of our enemies.

During the first few weeks, the landing site was secured and we met little resistance and our forces rejoiced that as a good omen for a swift and speedy victory, but then the troubles began when hordes of wolves attacked the supply lines.

Many soldiers died defending the bread and wine supplies (wonder why they fought as bravely about those), and had to witness the caravans of swords to be taken away into enemy hands. These raids continued during the next days until General Bighelmet and his forces defeated the main Wolves and Bears army near the end of sector one in a glorious battle worthy of songs in the years to come.

During that battle one of our Master of Martial arts generals was seriously wounded when a wolfpack leader bit him harshly in his behind so he was unable to ride in the next sector and we needed his skills most desperately.

We lost two battle hardened generals when a couple of giants used their clubs to smash in their helmets and it took two weeks for blacksmiths to peel of the iron that was wrapped around their faces. All that time they could only be fed with liquids, which was good for their constitution, but the weight loss mend that their armor was too big for them in next sector.

When our forces finally reached the last sector the evil King sent out his best troops and although we fought as lions, we couldn’t prevent them from overrunning our supply wagons. Many soldiers cried out when the enemy took the brew from the carts and retreated laughing into the woods.

So I employ you to sent with all haste, new resources and particular large quantities of brew so our demoralised forces can once again charge with vigor and high spirits (not too high off course else they fly over the enemy camps) into battle.

Yours faithfully

General Major Tumblewood, Commander in chief of the settler armies.

Hello JohnAdamss,

This letter was interesting. A ration request letter that also displayed the urgency of the need for it. Good job!

BB_Nanuq