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Dear Dr. Breen,
The worst thing about being an everyday citizen is that everywhere I go I see your face telling me how wonderful everything is while I'm eating shit food and living in a cold and damp apartment.
When I was forcibly evicted from City 14, separated from the good friends I had made in my apartment block, my first thought was, "Well this sucks but at least I'm away from Breen". And then what do I see the moment I step out of the train at City 17? Your face, again! And now I learn that this is your base of operations?! Is there no escape? I am still at the train station now writing this letter and being very lucky to be able to do so since most other passengers had their luggage confiscated. I'm going to give this letter to the Metrocops at the security point just up ahead and hope that when you read it you will do us all a favour and give me a much needed break from hearing your voice.
Sincerely,
D. Logan
Dr. Breen:
You are hereby ordered by the sovereign authority of the United Earth Directorate to surrender immediately and unconditionally. Failure to comply will result in hellfire missles raining down on your position.
Sincerely, Vice Admiral Stukov.
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Dear Doctor Breen,
What's going on? You've stopped returning my phone calls. I haven't seen or heard from you in over a week. I stopped by the citadel yesterday and the Overwatch guards turned me away. What the hell is going on? I actually have to write to you now like a regular citizen to get your attention?
I can't believe you. You're not associating yourself with me anymore, is that it? Is that how it's going to be? After all I've done? I transfered from City 14 just to be closer to you, you bastard. I got that lobotomy, the brain wipe, and had half my organs pulled out VOLUNTARILY just to be closer to your ideal of a perfect human. I'm running on saline solution now, WALLACE. I don't even have blood anymore.
Why the sudden change? What happened? Is this because I mailed you all those decapitated lungfish? I thought you'd find it funny. It's YOUR metaphor, doctor. I figured you'd think it cute. Obviously I was wrong.
I've done nothing but support you and this is the thanks I get. I don't even know if it's me, because you won't talk to me! Listen, I know the past week has been hectic. A rebel uprising in the streets, some gun-toting scientist coming back from who-knows-where; I get it. I hear the news. It doesn't mean you have to exclude me from your affairs. I can help. I can just be there, if you need me. Don't put up a Combine forcefield between us, Dr. Breen. You need me.
And I need you.
Please reply. Yours forever,
Darkside
Dear Dr. Breen,
What shampoo do you use, your hair looks great!
Sincerely,
V-Man
Dear Dr. Breen;
I have seen a man in a tidy, deep-blue suit and tie, carrying a briefcase haunting the balconies, rooftops and other hard-to-reach areas of City 17. This man is worrying me, and one question about him constantly buzzes through my mind: Where did he get his clothes? While we, the ordinary citizens, are only permitted to wear our standard light-blue uniforms and white shirts, this man is parading around at the height of fashion. Where could I obtain a suit such as this and how many credits will it put me back (I have saved away a tidy sum by skipping every second ration allowance, so I defiantly have the figure for such a suit).
Yours sincerely,
A concerned citizen.
Dear Dr. Breen,
You don't write, you don't call, I raise you as good as I can and this is the thanks I get?!?!
I think you should make your office lower in the citadel, you might catch a cold way up there.
And you really need to get out more, and no for the last time putting your face on millions of screens across the globe doesn't count.
I'm starting to worry that you're growing more distant, and your giving all your attention to those alien slugs, I'm surprised you haven't become one of them yourself.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Breen