Static dances in the air, hailing the arrival of another letter.
Opening up it's envelope, the contents are as written below.
Dear Ms. Piggymare
I want to open this letter with no greeting, but condolences. A certain word has flown to my ears, and through my Insight I happen to come to know that you've been the target of a variety of hate mail.
Of course I may be wrong, rumors are fickle things like so. If I happen to have chosen the wrong soul to write this too then please, disregard the rest of the contents of this letter.
If I am right however, and hate mail has been sent to you, then I can only offer my dearest words of solidarity and comfort. You deserve none of this hatred, and in fact most of these words being sent your way are ones born out of ignorance than true malice.
If you happened to have heard, for some reason a certain title has floated around the rumor mill about yourself.
You being the so called, "Ego of Regret".
Rumors, as they ought to do, spiraled heavily at the strange arrival of the letter from a certain Ms. Cofie.
I have no reason to dig into your personal life, and despite through supernatural means of your reaction to the information being broadcasted through different channels (a very large concern, you should get your home checked for whatever is allowing folks to see photos of you in your own home), I can attest that many of the other you are receiving because of said reaction we're...
Well... Ignorant or Malicious for the sake of Entertainment.
I can only sigh in defeat. You, dear Ms. Piggymare, are known to have, by your strange title, paranoia. Paranoia I would consider correct in this case. Such horrible people, either just believing a letter that concerns a matter they are no part of or wanting to push you further for a sense of entertainment.
Honestly, if you can bear to look at the wording of these letters, you'll come to find something starting.
That their grammar is just... child-like. The possibility of these being sent to you by children of all things...
Apologies, this letter has turned into a rant piece, and while I am tempted to scrap this and start from scratch... I think my perspective on the situation should be known, in it's rawest form.
My anger sits on your side Ms. Pickymare. Such horrible acts to be done by possible children? Laughable in the saddest of manners.
I am running out of room on this parchment, so I'll be ending this letter short here. I offer you my best of condolences Ms. Pickymare. You do not deserve such hate t be lobbied at you with no reason. I swear to you so.
If you wish, I have sent a package to one of your fellow housemates, a Mr. Mammonette, you could request to borrow. The package containing a lighter made for the express purposes of burning away letters that are clearly of no substance other then blinded hate.
I would send one to you as a gift but this letter is being written in a rush, in hopes that I can at least cut off whatever hatred spewed by the hands of 10 year olds looking for a laugh send to you.
You will also find a recipe for a vegan dish I think you'll find delicious, hopefully to help clear your mind from this incident.
I hope this letter finds you well and that this letter aided in helping to soothe the dreadful words lobbied your way.
Best Wishes, Static Magica Inside of the envelope is another piece of paper. Upon it's surface contains the recipe for a vegan dish that hopefully shall be of Pica Piggymare's tastes.
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