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  <title>Letters From an Elder God</title>
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  <description>Jam 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&apos;re not even sure if she&apos;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&apos;re surprised she smiled for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;quot;Letters from Fans!&amp;quot; section and locates her photo. Her excited smile turns into a frown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is horribly corrupted. The image looks like something a printer shouldn&apos;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent in her letter under the name &amp;quot;Jam&amp;quot;. You didn&apos;t expect her to divulge her true name. Actually, somewhere in the back of your head, you were sure it was possible she&apos;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&apos;s actually really cute. Jam is flashing a peace sign and her sharp, threatening teeth are curled into a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the letter, you can really feel her enthusiasm coming off the page. She mentions stuff about her favorite games, ending the letter with &amp;quot;I hope you guys keep making games forever!&amp;quot; Despite her photo becoming some kind of cursed artifact, and likely driving someone insane, you can&apos;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;quot;I can&apos;t wait for Space Channel 6!&amp;quot; it&apos;s a completely innocent and uneducated assumption. What a bizarre Elder God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=grimoireofkenji&amp;ditemid=1164&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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