The Girl Who Replied to the Prince of Nigeria

Once there was a girl named Elsie, who received a curious letter — not by post, but through the shimmering scroll of her inbox. It was from a prince, exiled and alone, trapped with seventeen million dollars and no one to trust. Moved by noble compassion and mild curiosity, Elsie replied with her full name, bank details, and a JPEG of her cat. 🐈

"He seemed so polite", she later said. "He even used full sentences — none of that lol nonsense."

But alas! The moment she clicked Send, her screen flickered. Her icons rearranged themselves. Her fonts turned to Comic Sans. And deep within the motherboard, a voice whispered, "Your inheritance is processing..." — tis like waiting at the edge of salvation, whilst the bar of progress halts; ninety-eight per cent, ever taunting, never moving, a silent sentinel of false hope.

She was never seen online again. Some say she wanders the forums still, promising others riches if only they would verify their PayPal account — false emails, bearing PayPal's sacred banner; yet crafted in the deepest pits of deceit, where scammers dwell and ethics... leave the room.

Thus faded Elsie.. a once gentle spirit, drawn into shadows as a recruited duchess of deception.

The end.

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⬆️ With upcoming unreleased digital bedtime series by gremlin-wise writer, copyright free. In tune with the bloke who started the tale of a trapped Nigerian Prince yet digitally savvy, "Dearest esteemed beneficiary, I write to thee with most urgent confidential..." And certainly, one frequency with the infamous shady Microsoft-person legend, "I work for Microsoft, pay me in Bitcoin or I shall release the footage of... 🤔 a penguin in a desert wearing upside-down pants." Here's the list of the unreleased series:

• 🔐 The Old Woman Who Entered Her Password Incorrectly Thrice
• 📜 The Scroll That Would Not End
• 🖨️ The Printer That Demanded Blood (Magenta Only)
• ⚠️ 404: The Lost Path
• Finally... ❌ The Browser That Would Not Close

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Bonus 🍺

Let's combine the Nigerian Prince and Microsoft employee bits.

A Microsoft tech person which is a trapped Nigerian Prince trapped his fund in user's system cache because of a glitch-incident in AI sensor mechanism.

✉️ The Prince Email ⬇️

Dear Most Trustworthy Esteemed Sir or Madam,
I am Prince Adekunle Obafemi, a certified Senior Security Engineer at Microsoft's Royal Division. During a routine inspection of your webcam firmware, I have accidentally trapped my trust fund, including millions of United States Dollar and several cryptocurrency coin, within your local cache system. I unexpectedly confined myself in the bathroom because of the malfunctioning key when I noticed all my fund was gone.
I am shut in and cold.
I have also recorded you during confidential moment with a penguin in a desert wearing upside-down legwear using advanced Microsoft proprietary AI motion capture.
Kindly send 750 USD via Western Union or the footage shall be delivered to your Pastor, employer, and ancestral WhatsApp group. As you are a person of most trustworthy and esteemed character, I have full and absolute confidence that you will treat this matter with the solemnity it so richly deserves — unlike the penguin, who was most uncooperative throughout.
I have enclosed a most pertinent attachment, that you may appreciate the full gravity of my situation.
— Prince Adekunle Obafemi 👑 Division of Royal Jelly

🤔

We would think...

❓⁉️❓❔

What is happening... 😕

And for the glory of sanity... 💡

Oh well, off to the bin you go — DELETE 🗑️ click — 📨 plunges into the abyss.

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The Honourable Click

The click didn't merely remove. It plunged the cursed email into the depth of nothingness like a result of ceremonial exorcism for an irresponsible wraith with Michael Bay's style of cinematic experience.

📜 Knight's Code of the Digital Bin

Thou shalt not open attachments from unknown senders.

Thou shalt hover over hyperlinks with due suspicion.

Thou shalt not fall for HTML gold.

Thou shalt click with honour. 🖱️🛡️

A responsible wraith asks for consent before haunting.

R. Wraith	:	I put trash where it should be, properly. 🧐👻
I 🐒	:	Brilliant!
R. Wraith	:	Might I enter you?
I 🐒	:	👀 Uhh.. No?
R. Wraith	:	Aw... shucks (inaudibly — gliding away.)

Thou shalt knock before possession.

R. Wraith, Certified.

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Curtain Close 👋