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Dear Quotah, I am sending you this letter to express my interest in joining the Rangers. First, I would like to introduce myself. Hello, my name is Jeffff! I hail from a city west of here. When I was born 20 years ago, there was no special event whatsoever ? nothing in the sky nor on the ground, nor was there any heavenly sign. I grew up a pretty normal kid with average grades at school. In fact, up until recently, my life has been pretty average. But it all changed on my 18th birthday, when my eldest brother, Jeff, told me he had found a letter from our great-great-great-grandmother. The letter mentioned untold riches hidden deep inside the family tomb, locked by a secret button behind her grave. Oh, I forgot to tell you something. My brother Jeff is anything but average. The clouds parted when he was born, revealing 42 bright orange-purple stars that shone exclusively on him. The signs of 7 dragons and 6 phoenixes emerged in the sky, revealing his fate as the world's chosen one. The moon turned blue, and both the heavenly gate and a portal to the underworld opened, and otherworldly creatures came out saying they were there to "pay respect." My brother grew up really strong and wise, a prodigy in everything he did - becoming a general at the age of 6, the leader of the Kingsguard at 9, the grand wizard at 11, the grandmaster assassin at 12, master chef at 13, chief scientist at 15, etc. (It would take several letters to describe his achievements, so I'll stop here). So off he went to the family tomb. He found the secret entrance, disarmed all the traps, solved the puzzles, and discovered the family's long-lost treasure that would bring even more glory to his name. Imagine his face when he found, as he told me verbatim, a "freaking old dirty piano that has no value whatsoever." He brought it back home grumbling and left it in the storeroom, untouched. Well, I had nothing much to do at home, so I started playing it out of curiosity. I've never been good at many things, but the moment I touched the piano, it felt... nice! Peaceful, serene, moisturized, focused, in my element - basically everything good in the world, I could feel it in the melodies. Even though I was just pressing the keys randomly. I told my brother about it, but he denied feeling anything. "It's probably just you, bro!" he said. He was probably right because no one else felt anything either when I played in front of my family. Well, I guess that's good for me! Long story short, for the next year and a half, the storeroom became my room, and the piano my sole playmate. I'd play all day and all night blissfully by myself. The louder I played, the better I felt. Oh, how I miss those days... However, all good things come to an end. One day, I woke up in my bed as usual, stretching and preparing to play the piano before breakfast. I threw a glance at the piano, and oh my god... even today, I still can't get used to the sight... my piano... someone... SOMEONE BROKE MY PIANO!!! | |