July 28, in the year of our lord, 2025
Dearest Helga,
The battlefront in the fight for Shades has been a cold one. The days are long and filled with bloody masses and the nights are scarcely better. Sleeping with one eye open, constantly expecting more bloodshed. It's been several hours now as the sun wanes in the sky, perched to absorb her slumber, and yet no sign of a single pic -- only ...... *gasp* ....... more bloodshed. The ick has dug in his heels and refuses to surrender to his true foe, sound logic, and instead chosen violence. And, Helga, the violence is real, and it's bloody ... and I fear for the safety of all who brave in this battle.
I shan't write you again until the dust has settled and Shades has been reduced to rubble. It's an unwinnable war, Helga. I fear so many will be lost and at what cost? 100 pesos? 200? I fear for my own safety. If I should fall in this battle, know I defended your honour to the bitter end, my beloved.
Sincerely,
Reginald
PS -- tribute bb?