Daniel Solis

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 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, ...