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// Letter 91 
// Story: Dear Princess Sunbutt 
// by 2Merr 
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To Princess Celestia,

I write to you in a time of great mourning. 

Anonymous and I have been playing a game called Ogres and Oubliettes with a small group of friends. Our characters were to embark on a dangerous task to slay a giant, so in order to better our chance of success, we hired an orc mercenary named Orc Mercenary. Though he did not say much, I still attempted to befriend him. His cold demeanor was unwavering, but I believed he only needed time to open up. 

Unfortunately, we did not have that time. Our party soon encountered the giant, and Orc Mercenary charged in courageously. The giant focused its attacks on him; he did not survive the battle. 

No matter how much I wish otherwise, I cannot truthfully say Orc Mercenary was my friend. I understand that there was nothing more I could have done, but still my mind is harried by thoughts of what could have been. From the moment we hired him, I had already accepted that he would be a permanent member of The Chromosomes. I believed we would have enough time to become friends. 

I only knew him for a brief period, yet I feel his death will forever weigh upon me. I pray time will dull this pain, but for now, I mourn his passing. I mourn for the friendship we never had. I will never forget Orc Mercenary. 

Stu Luck Pid