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[smolderingdark]

[You've got mail! It reads as follows:]

Trick or treat, smell my feet, or give me something good to eat.

No, really. I could go for some chicken strips.
-A

[ooc: Axel's just playing a harmless prank. Enjoy~]

A resistance movement

[bit_impossible]

[A small, somewhat hastily wrapped package with a card attached finds its way into your post box. The card says "Happy Birthday!" in bright, bold letters on top of a streamer and balloon filled background. The inside, however, contains quite a different message:]

Hello, sorry for the card choice; it was all I could find on short notice. (If it is your birthday, you may want to wait a day to finish reading this message. Really. Or at least until after cake and ice cream. Oh yes, and presents! Can't forget them!)

Anyway, I need your help, and let me tell you why.

Everyone who comes and goes to the Astral Plane is in danger. If you haven't noticed or been to the Plane in a bit, the Coliseum is very much active right now, and your friends could be one of the participants in a deathmatch. Yes, you read that correctly: a deathmatch. Those who receive letters of "invitation" to fight have absolutely no choice but to fight to the death on the appointed day of the match. And if you don't...well, both of you will die

[smolderingdark]

[A small red postcard appears in the mail. The text printed on it is black.]

Can a piece of antique clothing be uncomfortable? Of corset can.

[The card is signed with a big A that looks vaguely like the anarchy symbol.]