Dear ****
Sorry I can’t use your name. I’m being tracked. I can use your name in the actual letter, but I can’t say it’s to you. It’s been hell here. You have no idea.
I walk through the rainforest, looking for prey to attack. I walk through the my first day in the wet leaves, requiring food and shelter. Shelter comes naturally to me. So does hunting.
Prey does not. I have to look for that. Jumping from tree to tree, I lie in wait. And in that wait I note a rabbit. I draw my bow, and load it.
The arrow flies fast, and with swift execution, the rabbit has died and become my dinner. Now for shelter. The most useful shelter is in a cave, where I can wait the storm out. Thankfully, the night draws close without incident, and I am guaranteed a long rest.
A branch cracks. I wake up with an uneasy feeling. Soon enough, I am out of my shelter, and my bow is ready for the only job it can perform: wounding, without regard to any safety whatsoever.
He is there, harming nature. He could be a harm. To me, I thought. I quickly let the arrow fly, and he collapses, slowly.
I shoot another arrow, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another. He is dead beyond any doubt. No surprise, with 7 arrows embedded in his heart.
Another twig snaps.
7 more arrows. Poison for good measure. Aimed at another heart. The man still has the ghost of fear on his face. I feel guilt, but such is the path of the warrior.
And then they suddenly rise up! Their dead bodies suspended in midair! What manner of sorcery is this?! I follow the bodies, thinking they will lead me to the dark spirit. But there is none. Did it flee? Whatever the case, they lie on an inconveniently placed couch. I don't know what's going on. I don't have a mirror, but it shows on my face. I take a torch, and burn the bodies. While walking, I slap myself stupid. That couch would have been very comfortable in the cave.
I'm walking out of the rainforest right now. I can no longer take it. I must see a doctor to forget everything that happened here. First I found a man who was incredibly dizzy who slapped me in the face and a robot who tried to attack me, and a blind person who also tried to attack me. I hate the rainforest now, and so I burn it all to ashes for measure. Too many spirits, I'll say. Too much evil. But you can't blame me for destroying THAT forest.
THE END
*This story is in violation of Multiverse Act 45, prohibiting nonfictional stories about multiverse encounters. This story has been edited to be in non-violation of Act 45. All with copies of the real thing are subject to arrest and prosecution and imprisonment for life without bail.
*This original copy is classified as illegal contraband. Okoyami of the Yanomami Tribe was arrested for publishing his findings by the Multiverse Secrecy Department. He was tried for 3 counts of murder, 1 count of environmental damages, and 2 counts of violating Multiverse Secrecy Laws. He was sentenced to DarkMound for life without parole.
*This story is not permitted to be shown outside this universe. All in violation will be executed as liabilities to Multiverse Secrecy.
Today
I found this real copy among in my basement, knowing it was a violation. I've gotta get rid of it. But I can't do it legally because the MPA will know that I have the copy, and then I'll go to jail for a crime I did not commit. I can't live with that!
Fortunately, I can get myself out of this. I need to know where this came from. I need to know who gave it to me. You know this is something unavoidable.
You do, do you, Lisa?
-Lyle
Very good
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