Brady, Chapter 1

1. Lo, I do write at this day in lament of the dirge that faces me like an icy lake to which none throweth me a paddle, or warmeth my face.
2. For unto me this day cometh no letters of comfort or news, no e-mails or stories thus past.
3. Thus I have been forgotten these twenty and one days by all that I held to be my friends and companions, and have not received pen, nor script by their hand.
4. Verily, I have gone these seven days without e-mail or typed word from those I held to be my family and supporters, and it doth greave my soul exceedingly.
5. But verily, I doth not surrender the hope that hath been given me in times past, for I know my friends and companions will take up the script, and my family and supporters will take up the bored, and they shall communicate with me.
6. And such at that time will my joy be full, and my happiness sufficient to go through another week in the service of my lord, knowing that those who I have left are of good health and have much rejoicing in my Lord.
7. For lo, my heart rejoices knowing that with time those who once had forsaken my e-mails will write an hasty e-mail in the morn, yea, the final moment before I depart, and will send it to me in an attempt to bring forth contact.
8. And how great shall be my joy when the e-mail comes forth from the icy dirge of the computer screen, and the inbox thereon will read, but one message that is anew!
9. I would that I should continue to write this e-mail towards you who hath forsaken my e-mails past, but I knowest that it must be sent in haste, for verily only then can thou seest it and sendest thine reply to me, the servant of the Lord.
10. And I closest mine epistle in the name of boredom, Amen.