Sechan shuffled through the mail, tossing aside the lucky draw letters
and discarding the bills (obviously she wasn't going to handle them).
There was one letter there, all official-looking, and addressed to her
pen name (Seratia). Curious, she slit open the top, pulled out the
letter, and
started reading. Moments later, she fainted dead away.
Who knew what other authors on the FFML were going to receive the same
letters...?
Meanwhile, somewhere else...
A young man, with broad shoulders and long blonde hair, stands before a
run-down hurricane fence with several envelopes in his hand. He looks
annoyed for some reason.
"Bill, bill, donation beggar, bill, I may have won, I may have been
abducted by aliens...
End of the World...
Hey wait? What's this?"
It was a large, ornate white paper envelope, with the seal of a rose on
it. It has no return address, aside from the words, "End of the World."
It was addresses to one Seraph, which happened to be a nickname the
young man used.
"Weird," he thought, opening it slowly, careful not to damage the
seal...it looked too cool to ruin. Maybe he could display it someplace.
The inside of the letter was simpler; it merely held a small sheet of
plain white typing paper, on which was written...
Dear FFMLer,
With this invitation you are invited to attend the Horsemen's
Ball.
This is a formal event so please dress up in one of the following:
Guyver suit, Gundam, D.D. battle mover, Techkno armor, Sailor suit,
Moldiver suit, Hardsuit, Birthday suit, etc.
The proper accessories are, of course:
N2 mine, hyper rays, thermonuclear (grelvin) devices,
plasma/light sabers, BWODs (big weapons of destruction).
Hope you can be there,
-Death
Famine
War
Pestilence
-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*
-+~*-+~*-+~*-+~*-
Brandon parked his car rather quickly, seeing as he was exhausted from
his kenpo class. He didn't care that it was obstructing his parents
parking place. All he cared about was bed and sleep.
He slammed the door and cursed the vehicles inability to run and
stumbled to the door. It was locked, meaning no one was home. He
cursed some more as he unlocked the door and went inside. He stepped on
the piece of paper before noticing it was a note and picking it up.
BC,
This came for you in the mail. Sorry we're not home but your bro---
Brandon tried in vain to scrape the mud off the letter before tossing
it. Keeping with his day, he got a papercut while opening the envelope,
not noticing the intricate seal or that it was addressed to his
nickname, Selonian. He quickly scanned the letter before stuffing it in
his pocket and going to bed.
--------
12:04 am. Brandon sat up in his bed and blinked a few times.
"Oh...my...god..."
--------
On the east coast, a young Asian man about 19 slowly had got up
to face the
new day. He gazed at his clock, and to his surprise, that new day was in
fact
half way done with.
"Fucking hellfire" he muttered, as he groggily jumped out of
bed. He realized
that he was home alone and made himself decent to tackle the remained of
the
day. As he glandered out the window, he saw the postal truck drive off.
"Hmmm... mail's here..." he whispered to himself.
He squinted a bit as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunny
afternoon. He
quickly shuffled through the mail, looking for anything that was his.
"Letter
for Dad, bills for Mom, younger brother's girlfriend, post card from
Ryouga,"
he paused a bit as he saw an envelope with a rose seal. "oh my, what do
we
have here?"
The asian studied the envelope. It read "To the one calls
himself Fable"
The asain looked at the envelope some more, as if it would
answer his unasked
questions.
"I haven't been called that in a long time..." Fable said.
Behind Fable, a dark figure stood behind him. Fable heard a
click, as if a
sword had been unsheated. With his spider senses kicking in, Fable
rolled to
the side as a huge moster broadsword crashed to where he had been.
Fable dropped the envelope and turned to his opponent. "What the
bloody
hell?"
The dark figure's horrible disfigured face smiled. "It begins
Fable."
A huge questionmark hung above Fable's head.
The ugly faced stranger laughed.
^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^*^ ~_~ ~_~ ~_~ ~_~
Meanwhile, in the middle of the continental United States, in a suburb
of Dallas, Texas to be precise, a thirty-seven year old man had received
a letter addressed to allenmk/mkallen/mallen, whoever the 'ell you are.
Laughing a little at the address, but worried that his two children
might want to know what he was laughing at, he put it away for later
perusal.
It was Nine o'clock that evening before he got an opportunity to read
the letter. When he read it, he started laughing. Someone was pulling
a prank on him he was absolutely sure of it. He started walking from
his den to his bedroom to show his wife the letter when he heard the
whine of a jet engine setting down outside his home.
"Huh?" he asked himself as he very uncharacteristically went and opened
the front door. As he did so, his cat, George, his fur all puffed out
went streaming by him into the house.
"Are you the fic writer, mkallen, et al?" boomed an amplified voice.
Looking outside, he saw a Veritech fighter gleaming in the night.
Stammering a little, he answered, "Yes, are you a copyright lawyer?"
"No, I'm your anime godfather and I'm here to see that you are equipped
properly for the reckoning. Are you ready?"
"No."
"Good, let's be off." The giant mecha reached down, scooped him into a
hand, and flew off into the night.
Mumbling to himself as he tried to shield himself from the cold wind, he
said, "What next, a whale falling out of the sky? And here I am without
a towel!"
Arriving at an unknown place several very chilly hours later, Mike was
gruffly placed on the ground and told to go to the entrance for the
guests not properly attired. He would be given something appropriate
there.
"Yeah, who decides what is appropriate?"
"You ever here of a guy named, Hobson?"
Paling a little, Mike said, "yeah..."
"He makes all the choices. Have fun!"
Knowing that getting Hobson's choice could place him in anything from an
indestructible bodysuit to being transformed to fit the suit handy, he
was very hesitant to enter. Unfortunately the mecha pilot was tired and
pushed him through the door. Within moments there was a flash and he
stood in front of a mirror, opening his eyes, he smiled realizing that
it could've been much worse. He could've been forced to become a senshi
or some other girl type.
Looking at the outfit placed ready for the next partygoer, he was glad
that he had gotten the outfit he had been given. The thought of a
anyone dressed up as or transformed into Cologne made him shiver.
He felt it would be okay to be dressed as a Super Saiyin, after all,
what could possibly go wrong at a party? Even if it was a party given
by the Four Horsemen.
*****************
Location: Somewhere on the West coast.
time: Dec. 28, 1998. 4:38 PM, Pacific standard
A young asian man was busy enjoying his holiday vacation by reading the
latest postings by his favorite authors on a certain mailing list...
"man! I sure am glad I joined this mailing list! Its alot better than having
to search dozens of pages a day for one little story!"
the man suddenly heard a knock at the door, distracting him from his
reading. It turned out to be his sister. She was holding a letter of some
sort. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the letter flying right at the
mans forehead.
"hey! what'cha do that for!?"
"here, a letter came for you" she replied, then promptly left the room.
The man is muttering something about "stupid sisters" and looking at the
letter curiously. "Who could this be from?" He said, carefully breaking the
rose seal and opening the envelope. The man started reading the letter, a
smirk slowly appearing on his face. "Well, since I've been invited, It would
be rude not to attend wouldn't it?" he said to himself. Shutting down the
computer, The man walked torwards a closet at the opposite end of the room.
He opens it and inside there is a large backpack, a red bamboo umbrella,
and a number of outfits all looking exactly the same. A yellow shirt, green
pants, and a yellow tiger printed bandanna. Quickly changing, The man
stepped out of the room, yelling to his sister that he'd be gone a few days,
then running out the front door. If luck was with him, he may reach the ball
on time. He never stopped to think that there was no meeting place nor time
of date for the event on the letter....