Things have changed a lot since I wrote my first letter.
After being teleported--funny how I still think of it as that--out of RuneScape, we landed in a place called 'Las Vegas'. It's really hot there, and the air can never completely shake its polluted scent.
It** been a while, and we’re pretty much settled in the world now, all of us. Almost a second after we landed, a news crew showed up. I guess they were wondering about us. After all, our RuneScape armour isn’t exactly normal around here, although you’d be surprised at what people here DO wear.
Anyway, we’re all pretty well established now.
After we got married, Tain went to school to become a psychiatrist, and is now operating successfully and making pots of money (or GP, as we still sometimes call it).
I, although I don’t like to boast, am now fairly high up in the political system, and my chances are high at becoming the first woman president.
Katlin has done well with her looks, and is rumoured to be taking over the hosting for ‘America** Next Top Model’.
Will and Will are the joint mayors of a small town in Maine, and still talk in unison, but now everybody has to listen.
Jop** is an agent of the C.I.A., and looks darn cool in his suit and shades.
Shady has opened her own line of clothes, and is now hanging out on her own private island in the Caribbean.
Trevor is a movie producer, and the public is going crazy over his last film, ‘Masked Truth’.
Will has become a--well, I’m not really sure what his title is, but anyway he invents and tests fireworks. His latest firework is a orange one that shoots up into the sky, and looks remarkably like an alien spacecraft (or at least it looks like that pot-lid shaped thing that everybody has come to think of as an alien spacecraft).
24-Apr-2007 00:50:56
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Anne Lauten
