Bellum Letale--A Pre-Made Roleplaying Community

Tomorrow strikes me as a fine day to hold our little rematch.

Dinner at seven, my friend, and then we shall see just how much wiser you have become. The third penthouse is mine.

[Sent up to R1 in the dumbwaiter just minutes after this]

[The paper the story is printed on is curled at the edges, aged, and it's sent up the dumbwaiter as soon as Ella reaches 905. Nothing else accompanies it. Written across the top in fresh ink: You owe me a letter.]

( The word 'Rejected' is just visible in the upper right-hand corner, stamped in red, worn light by White Out, but still visible. )