Letters From an Elder God
Mar. 28th, 2020 01:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grimoireofkenjiJam writes in to an old Sega fan magazine and sends the letter back in time, along with a photo, which she forces you to take of her. You're not even sure if she's ever been captured in a picture before. She excitedly shoves the envelope into a wormhole in front of your mailbox. Looking at the photo, you're surprised she smiled for it.
The next day, you find her laying on he living room floor, on her stomach, rifling through piles of old Sega fan magazines from a box she likely dragged out of her room. She peruses a few, looking at the "Letters from Fans!" section and locates her photo. Her excited smile turns into a frown.
The photo is horribly corrupted. The image looks like something a printer shouldn't even have been able to produce. Just seeing it sends a chill down your spine, and you reckon that if anyone else were looking at it, the effects would far worse.
She sent in her letter under the name "Jam". You didn't expect her to divulge her true name. Actually, somewhere in the back of your head, you were sure it was possible she'd just sign a letter with her true name in all the excitement she was feeling. You look at the photo on your phone, where it seems to be perfectly visible. It's actually really cute. Jam is flashing a peace sign and her sharp, threatening teeth are curled into a smile.
Reading the letter, you can really feel her enthusiasm coming off the page. She mentions stuff about her favorite games, ending the letter with "I hope you guys keep making games forever!" Despite her photo becoming some kind of cursed artifact, and likely driving someone insane, you can't help but smile. Jam, now sitting cross-legged on the floor, looks up at you, confused, two of her hands filled with other magazines.
She knows the future. She knows exactly what has happened and what is going to happen. But when you read this letter, and she says stuff like "I can't wait for Space Channel 6!" it's a completely innocent and uneducated assumption. What a bizarre Elder God.
The next day, you find her laying on he living room floor, on her stomach, rifling through piles of old Sega fan magazines from a box she likely dragged out of her room. She peruses a few, looking at the "Letters from Fans!" section and locates her photo. Her excited smile turns into a frown.
The photo is horribly corrupted. The image looks like something a printer shouldn't even have been able to produce. Just seeing it sends a chill down your spine, and you reckon that if anyone else were looking at it, the effects would far worse.
She sent in her letter under the name "Jam". You didn't expect her to divulge her true name. Actually, somewhere in the back of your head, you were sure it was possible she'd just sign a letter with her true name in all the excitement she was feeling. You look at the photo on your phone, where it seems to be perfectly visible. It's actually really cute. Jam is flashing a peace sign and her sharp, threatening teeth are curled into a smile.
Reading the letter, you can really feel her enthusiasm coming off the page. She mentions stuff about her favorite games, ending the letter with "I hope you guys keep making games forever!" Despite her photo becoming some kind of cursed artifact, and likely driving someone insane, you can't help but smile. Jam, now sitting cross-legged on the floor, looks up at you, confused, two of her hands filled with other magazines.
She knows the future. She knows exactly what has happened and what is going to happen. But when you read this letter, and she says stuff like "I can't wait for Space Channel 6!" it's a completely innocent and uneducated assumption. What a bizarre Elder God.
