Daniel Solis

It's Thanksgiving here in the States, when we gorge ourselves on mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and, of course, a lot of turkey. Here's a new letter for Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple from one special turkey's perspective. Dear Pilgrims of the Flying Temple, Gobble gobble. I'm a turkey. I'm to be served to the farmer's family for the upcoming holiday! I have mixed feelings about this, as you can probably understand. This family has been so good to me through the years. When I was just a featherless chick, they kept me warm and plumped me up. Together, we won all the county fair turkey fashion shows. Oh, what a sight I used to be on the runway! Unfortunately, my feathers aren't so glossy these days. My confident stride is a little wobbly. I just need a favor from you before I head to the dinner table. I'm only a turkey, so I can't really talk to Mr. Farmer. Could you express my thanks for all the care he and his family have given...

Lyndsay Peters wrote another letter for Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple . She's a big fan of writing her own letters for her games. This time, the letter was inspired by a video with NSFW language . Glad she kept this letter G-rated so I could share it with you. :) Hey Girl!! I live in a little town, just a quiet village. Every day, like the one before? I hate this town. ANYWAY. Here's my problem, girl. Tonight they're having a ball. It's pretty much the only interesting thing these people do. So I need my dress to look amazing, to show those girls always talking about me that I CAN HEAR THEM! Problem is, this town sucks. There's Bernice with her wigs, but other than that it's just sheep and pigs. I am not wearing a matching sweater to this ball. So here's what I need you to do. Make a good impression for me. Of me. Because girl, I'm special. And after the ball, nobody should forget it! If you need inspiration, make it like pretty in pink, b...

You remember Lyndsay Peters of Dragon Chow Dice Bags , right? She's hosting a session of Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple for her family, so she wanted to write a letter just for the holiday season. Inspired by the Island of Misfit Toys, she penned this cute mission for the pilgrims: Dear Pilgrims of the Flying Temple: We simply cannot stand one more year of heartbreak. Every year we watch the eight reindeer fly overhead, left here in the snow. Every year we have to tell toys why they're here, and not on the sleigh! It's all because we have square wheels or fly in water. If we have to go one more year without seeing a happy child on Christmas Morning, we might give up on the magic of Christmas… FOREVER! Please, Pilgrims! Get us on Santa's Sleigh! - The Island of Misfit Toys Goal Words Reindeer Reindeer Santa Santa Santa Presents Presents Island "Happy Child" "Christmas Morning" Thanks for a great letter, Lyndsay!

Grant Chen of gaming blog MiniEnt is holding a letter-writing contest to get the pilgrims to Mars! He says: "I want to see letters from Mars. That’s why MiniEnt is going to hold its very first contest: CyDonia or Bust ! We want to see letters from Mars addressed to the Pilgrims of the Flying Temple asking for help. "If you write the best letter, you’ll be getting a PDF of Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple when it becomes available for sale. "If you already have a copy, we can offer Happy Birthday Robot or some other non-Dresden Files PDF from the Evil Hat store." Deadline: Saturday, June 18, 2011 » See more at Cydonia or Bust!

by Ben Lehman This is a letter for use in playing Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple . Dear Monk(s) Hi how are you! My name is Melanie. I come from a very small planet. There is me, my house, my cat, and two trees (see drawing). I am not so good, because my planet has been eaten by a whale. It is a very small planet. I woke up and I was inside a whale. I don't want to get (more) eaten. Please help! your freind Melanie (age 8) P.S. Drawing is on the other side. P.P.S. I will make you cookies. Goal Words Melanie Melanie eat house cat trees whale whale whale cookies

by Colin Fredericks This is a letter for use in playing Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple . To the Monks of the Temple in the Center of the Sky, My deepest apologies for this letter, but our need is great. I am Yotta, assistant to the Great Sages of Juku, may the sun grace them always. Our beautiful desert world is home to many fierce and colorful tribes, who have made their homes in the vast sandy wastes that cover our planet. The Great Sages have long observed the sweep of the planets through the sky. We have always been near to the water planet of Ishita; indeed, this is whence comes our rain, on the rare occasion that rain falls on Juku. Our worlds grow closer and farther apart as the gravities of other worlds exert their influence. Recently Ishita's orbit has become disturbed by the influence of the massive world Rova. The Great Sages, may their words uplift us all, have calculated that Rova will pull Ishita directly into us on its next pass. Ishita's coming wil...

by Sophie Lagacé This is a letter for use in playing Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple . Benevolent Guardians of Celestial Harmony, I reluctantly put pen to paper to beseech you for assistance in saving my grandfather’s lifework – perhaps even his life – from those who would use his precious automatons for evil ends. My grandfather – Lord Graymist – is a renowned and gifted creator of clockworks. Since my parents died when I was a child, he has taken me into his house and, discovering that I inherited a small fraction of his genius, taught me some of his art and science. But he has recently become very ill, and I fear my cruel uncle, Sir Victor, will finally succeed in gaining control over Grandfather’s creations. My uncle is a forceful and vindictive man; he has been here several times, once managing to bully his way to Grandfather’s bedside and the adjoining study where the most precious of the automatons are kept. The servants helped me convince him to leave, but he has thr...

by Peter Aronson This is a letter for use in playing Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple . Guys, you got to help us! We got elves everywhere, and I tell you, they're driving us all around the bend! And I don't mean two-foot-tall little cute Christmas elves, either, but the six-foot-tall variety, complete with wise gray eyes, pointed ears, silver hair, billowing cloaks -- the whole nine yards. They showed up on a Monday (which kind of figures, somehow). It was a pretty ordinary Monday with too much traffic, too much work, and not enough coffee or sleep. You know, Monday. Then, they came walking out of every wood on the world at the same time. Except, you know, these guys don't exactly walk anywhere; they stride or they glide or appear silently, but Heaven forbid they should do anything so ordinary as just walk like normal people. At first, they just stood around in little clumps, looking calm and all-knowing. Then they started frowning in disapproval at normal stuff, ...

by Peter Aronson This is a letter for use in playing Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple . Once upon a time, there was a kingdom terrorized by a giant silver rat. The silver rat could travel faster even than bad news and gossip, and would flicker from one end of the kingdom to another; grabbing food from the people's hands and mouths and gulping it down before they could swallow even a crumb. Everyone was soon faint from hunger, even the childless old king and his nobles. So the king made an announcement: anyone who could slay the rat would be adopted as his son and heir, and rule the kingdom when he was gone. Many heroes came to slay the rat, but they all failed, and the rat swallowed them all down ("Snap! Gulp!"). The kingdom was starving and all hope seemed gone when the most unlikely of heroes walked into the palace. It was a calico cat, and she wore tall boots and a three cornered hat all of red leather, and at her side was the Sword of Swiftness. The battle betw...