The food sux, the weather sux, the
service is lousy and the interior decoratin' makes your digs look like the
Temple a Sunshine and Happiness.
Your devoted nephew
Strife
To: Ares, GOW
Temple of Ares, God of War
(yeah, the Big Black Building, ya moron)
Sparta
Mom,
Whaddya mean "Typical!"???
Like I got up that morning and said "Oh, looks like a peachy day ta die."?
NOT!
Your loving son,
Strife
To: Eris, Goddess of Discord
Temple of Discord
15 B Laurel Drive
Corinth
(screw this one up an Mom is so gonna have yer ass)
Hey Wingboy,
How's it hangin? Hope you and Bliss is well.
I'm good, keepin myself busy. Great Unc gets me to do stuff
with the guys in Tartarus mainly, though it ain't so much fun as they keep
comin back. Repetition bores me.
Actually this whole gig sux. I'm bored.
Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.
An a bored Strife is not a good thing, right?
I miss you.
Strife
To: Cupid, GOL
Temple of Cupid, God of Love
(Big. White. Pink Drapes. Nude statues. Frescoes a various people
an animals writhing in impossible - well impossible for a mortal anyway - positions. Ya
gettin the picture?)
Thebes
Gabby,
The weather's really hot.
Wish you were here.
Strife
To: Gabby
AKA annoyin blonde bimbo
Gabrielle's Parents House
Some little hick town called
Poteideia
(I dunno, somewhere near Athens?)
Hi Jox,
I got ta see Unc for a bit, an he said ya was real upset about what went down wit me
n that blonde psycho bitch from heck. Don't worry, cos things is lookin up. It ain't so bad around here. I got the run a the
whole place, and I gotta tell ya, Tartarus can be real entertaining. The Elysian Fields are like serious Dullsville, but I livened it up fer a while. Great Unc's banned me from there now however.
Some people can't take a joke, even when they're dead. Death does not improve
the sense of humor! Oops, runnin outta space, write you later, bye,
Strife
To: Joxer
c/o Ares, GOW
Temple of Ares, God of War
(yeah, the Big Black Building AGAIN.
Sheesh!)
Sparta
Dear
Great Uncle Hades,
Grandma said I should write a letter ta thank ya for your hospitality
durin my vacation.
So, thanks for the bunk at Club Dead, but you'll forgive me if I try not ta repeat the experience.
Regards,
Strife, God of Mischief
House of War, Olympus
P.S. Tell Charon he can find his loot in the cavern three down from the Mall of Mauve Hotpants 'n other
Torments for Dead Fashion Victims, or whateva the official name is. Behind the big grey rock (I think).
P.P.S. Oh an that phobia Cerebus's developed about
safety pins? That's got nothin ta do wid me.
To: Hades, King of the Dead
The Underworld
(whaddaya mean, ya don't deliver
there? ya do now - one way or another, geddit?)
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