Have you ever thought about living in a world where angels and warlocks are mortal enemies? This fabulous universe is exactly what four kids discover through an RPG. It is a universe in which the teeth that children offer to the Tooth Fairy are in f...
For the last ten years, 17th Street has been the last place in the world where weird things could occur. At least until now! Something fabulous was about to happen that week.
In the middle of a Sunday morning, a black Del Rey with rearview mirrors in the shape of angel's wings and purple license plates "FIO – 1951", turned onto the street. The loudspeaker on the top of its hood announced loud and clear,
"COME BUY TAMALES. FRESH TAMALES. CREAMED CORN TAMALES." The driver laughed over the speaker, amused at his joke. "JUST KIDDING, DEAR HOUSEWIVES. We are selling children's games. Mentally stimulating games for children."
Behind the wheel was a brown-haired, pale man with a French-style moustache and sunglasses. His clothes were unusual for a street vendor in summertime: a black suit with a striped tie and a pork pie hat. He drove slowly, checking each house, hoping to recognize telltale signs of children in the houses, such as toys in the driveway or children's clothes hanging on the clothesline. On his lap rested a piece of letterheaded paper on which the numbers 29, 30, and 66 were written. He was trying to identify those numbers on the sides of the houses.
However, amid the many Christmas decorations, the vendor understood that finding these addresses might not be easy, especially due to the similar-looking streets and houses that can be found in housing complexes, not to mention the dead-end streets.
As he passed by number fifteen, he glanced over his shoulder in the back seat of his Del Rey and saw what had brought him there: three dark boxes for a game with a weird inscription on the cover.
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Well, I hope it works! Gone is the time when kids knew how to play and have fun without some kind of screen! he thought, tucking the paper with the numbers into the pocket of his suit.
The Del Rey went down the street, where it made a U-turn. Soon, he approached house number 66. This house was the odd one out. It was an exquisite two-story house whose Christmas tree in the front yard exceeded the height of the exposed brick wall.
The man parked his car in front of the house and grabbed one of the boxes in the back seat. He opened it and made a point in removing a folded parchment which was sealed with red wax. Then, he took a flask with a cork stopper from the glove compartment and sprinkled everything in the box with a glittery powder. Suddenly, those inverted letters, full of dashes that were present all over the game, were translated into English. Finally, he put the parchment back in the box and closed it.
He was ready to get out of the car and ring the bell at house number 66 when he saw a brunette woman coming down the street with two children. The hair color of one of the children called his attention. When he noticed they were about to enter house number 29, the man accelerated the car and did not hesitate to use the loudspeaker,
"GOOD MORNING, MADAM. Wouldn't you like to take a look at the games I have here? They are for school-age children," he announced theatrically into the microphone. "I bet they are extremely intelligent."
