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The letter sat on your ebony counter, almost taunting you. You pondered the situation for the next night and a half, asking yourself the same questions: What is the B.I.G? Should I join it? And, the most mysterious, Who wrote that final message? 

The second night in possession of that letter, you brewed a cup of cider, and nestled in your fuzzy chair. Your giant oak tree served as good protection during the harsh thunderstorm outside. The wind howled, the lightning cackled.

You snatched a pen from the countertop and a papyrus sheet to write on. You set some ink on your lap, and start writing.

Dear B.I.G., I accept the invitation. I will be happy to...

Boom! A rumble, a crackle rippled through the oak. This was more than an ordinary lightning strike. There was... Smoke. You smelled smoke. And smoke, in a tree, is obviously not good. You ran out of the tree and darted around.

There was fire. The tree was decaying and dying before your very eyes. The air around you was red from ashes. You read the message clawed into the tree bark as a crow howled in the distance: I warned you.