CHATEAUGAY LAKE STEAMBOAT GAZETTE CO.

Dear editor,

I’m writin’ to ya cuz I’m right perturbed and scairt about what’s been goin’ on at the lake. I ain’t got a clue what’s goin’ on and it’s drivin’ me plumb crazy. All these articles by that Edgar Allan Poe fella ain’t helpin’ none neither.

I feel like we shouldn’t be here. Like this ain’t where we belong. We belong back home in Chateaugay, not at the lake. I wish we had left before all this happened. Before them Wendigo Artbots and the strange stuff that’s been goin’ on.

The Wendigo Artbots are like a nightmare come true. How could anyone make machines that got human souls inside ’em? And the Wendigo, they think these machines are bad for their way of life. But what about our way of life? And our souls?

I can’t stop thinkin’ that we shoulda left before it was too late. But it’s too late now. We’re stuck here with these monsters and their machines.

And what about them otherworldly creatures that been howlin’ and givin’ me the heebie jeebies? Are we next on their list?

I know this letter probably sounds like a wild and crazy rant, but I’m dead serious. I’m scairt and I don’t know what to do. Somethin’ needs to be done to protect us and make things normal again.

Please, I’m beggin’ ya, help us find a way out of this mess.

Sincerely, “The Merrill Mystic”