Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170509184718/@comment-31336039-20170520002104

(Oh, the bad choice! You really shouldn't have done that.)

At the first words which appeared in his mind, Nemesis froze. Then put his left gloved hand on his face. Rushing to lock his mind from any outside aggression like he learned to do, reciting the chant of his first class in his mind.

My dear mother, I am writing to you that we have finally arrived.

That I am already corporal and will soon be general.

At the battle I fought the enemies of the empire.

And all those who presented themselves, with rifle's, defeated them.

My mother, if I die fighting I would send you a beautiful medal.

Must be something precious, so that others call me sir.

'''Tell my father, my cousin, my friends that I am fine. '''

I am your humble servant, who embraces you from the bottom of his heart.