Dearest Mrs. Jenkins,
It is day #652 of the reign of the evil overlord, Faust-AI. The men have become weary of the march, and I cannot say I blame them. Just yesterday Gen. Haas was forced into a skirmish with the dastardly, Faust-wielding rebel Jesminder, and her men seem haunted by the ease with which our lines were approached and the sentries overwhelmed. The ominous sound of wyld music and horrifying smell of pancakes proceeds their every approach. The Board and the rest of the executive staff insist they are preparing a multi-subroutine counterstroke, but the sysops talk openly of their doubts that we have the economy necessary to prevail.
I miss the server farm, Victoria. It grows cold on the campaign trail, what with all the ICE that we now require to secure even the most rudimentary of camps. Please give my love to Eli, and, if you have any spare, send upgrade reinforcements that we may once again proceed with our agendas in comfort. Ash or, if it please you, a Caprice--either would be much welcomed by the men and restore a modicum of faith in our ability to find victory.
Yours always, giving praise to Howard,
-- Lt. Gen Lane, Cmdr, XIXth Sol Division