To the Word I’m writing to, dreams are forgotten, creativity is outlawed, and imagination is locked away.

My name is Max Samuels, One of the last Fantasizers. A group formed of some of the greatest visionaries of imagination, a group that our government is trying to destroy.

As many of you know, the great ban of creativity was presented as a way of bringing order, by removing all uncontrollable ideas, we allegedly would be rid of all chaos.

They lied, and are lying still.

This…Sameness, has killed humanity. Some of the rich and ignorant haven’t noticed, and some naive try to believe it’s get better.

Tyrants control our every thought, and anything opposing is seen as dangerous.

The Fantasizer’s held true to the original beliefs, that creation through imagination is a necessity.

We brought hope to the hopeless, and in turn were prosecuted.

We would share stories, art, music, dance, film, we tried to restore what was lost.

The government tries to shut us down, both through rumors, and force.

We still fought, sneaking undercover to those who would listen, Picasso, Motzart, J.R Tolkien, The Beetles , Walt Disney, something for anyone, any age.

Then, they trapped us, setting up agents inside Community’s, causing real chaos.

We lost most of our force, and scattered the rest.

I’m telling you this because I believe someone, who can see through the lies, will read this, and the tides will turn.

My position is very unstable, and I have no way of knowing who gets this first, so i apologize for any vague information. I take residence inside one of the only remaining works of art, where leaders stand firm as a mountain, find me quickly.

Good luck, may imagination guide you

-Max J. Samuels, Fantasizer.