Well, here’s the first of the Telegrams for the winners of our 50 follower giveaway that recently happened. This manila care package features:

• one Telegram (hand-typed on an antique Corona Four-I typewriter),
• envelope (with wax seal),
• sketch (of a very surprised Jäsz),
• and a letter of thanks.

Here’s hoping it reaches its owner safely! This particular one is destined to arrive in Malaysia (wow)! I’ll have the rest done shortly, so sit tight, everyone. The other winners are getting ones just like this.

In other news, updates have been a bit slower than usual because I’m working with the ever-talented Cy on the first of a new kind of update that will be rolled out shortly. I hope everyone will enjoy it.

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After an adequate binge, it was time to begin the rounds wherein the newest edition would be brought up to snuff. The forcible switchover of narration found me at the point where nary a scrap was left to add, and some field reconnaissance was in order. My copper-toned soon-to-be protégé made the jump at that point, which was my wonderfully-timed cue to proceed with our rendezvous. The opportunity to procure fresh material was exhilarating, actually.

Any… oh. I have been doing it again. I am terribly sorry. The use of layman’s terms is still so foreign to me. I will try harder. Where was I? Ah, yes.

Any chance to add to my collection is welcomed, but it is a bittersweet indulgence born from necessity; the mortality of the past is frightening. As my collection grows, the older editions often find themselves in danger of being forgotten forever. Basically, the older you become, the more likely you are to be forgotten. Preserving the past is a tiresome task, and sadly, I am only human.

To account for those which are lost, I compile fresh logs….

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I was nearing the first fortni— ahem.

I was awake for nearly two weeks solid. This time was well spent, and contrary to what you must have assumed, was not due to insomnia. You see, I often retreat to my archives to recount the history of this land. Phantasmagoria has a rich heritage; many an escapade has graced the pages of my countless opera, as it is my duty to maintain the records of each notable journey.

(Oh dear. Forgive me, I refer to the pluralization of opus, not musicals typically concluded by divas of considerable girth.)

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Damaged?

Damaged, you say?

I would forgo the use of “damaged” in this case, as that would be a grave disservice to this magnificently agonizing demolition. I am in awe. Well done! Please, allow me to relinquish my entire cache of applause.

I will survey the full extent of this travesty at a later time.

While I am at it, I might as well shelf my verbosity for the time being, as it only benefits our mutual ochre friend. There will be ample opportunities available to me in this never ending struggle to expand his vocabulary. I will save everyone here the hassle by recounting these events as frankly as possible.