Not long after, another such envelope arrived, which I also threw away.

Then came a larger manilla envelope, with a larger white envelope also from Norway, and again addressed to the "Wong" company. Inside was a "fragment" of some kind of "Viking legend", along with a hand written note that further described said "legend."

Finally there arrived a manilla envelope containing, by the feel of it, an objsect about the size of a pack of playing cards, but about one third as thick.

By this time I'd had enough. An internet search had revealed nothing that matched precisely with "Wong Trading International," so I drove to the local post office and showed the envelopes to one of the staff. She took them all, and said she would send them to the main office in Hartford. I've heard nothing back from them since.

But yesterday there arrived a white cardboard envelope from something called "MPC". Inside that was a black envelope with my name hand written in gold ink. Inside the black envelope was a letter, sealed with wax. I opened it, not thinking it was in any way connected to what I have described above. What I found was a note of "congratulations" from MysteryPackages.com, saying they hoped I had enjoyed this little "adventure." There was a website address from which I learned the name of the perpetrator, a regular on this forum. (Note, this was someone who knew my address because he has actually been to my house, something of a vote of trust on my part. Trust now violated.)

Furious does not begin to describe my reaction. The very idea that there is a company out there that sends out "mystery packages" in these troubled times is outrageous. That someone would, without my permission, give to them my actual street address was galling beyond measure. How many mailing lists did this get me on? How much junk will be turning up in my mailbox?

This seems to me a gross invasion of privacy, and I will be taking the final "note" to the post office in the hopes they can launch some kind of investigation of the extremely irresponsible "MysteryPackages.com".

Not funny. Not even a little bit.

I bought a game back in the late 90s for my brother that you played partially online.  It had varying levels of immersion and the premise was, essentially, that the first time you logged into the game they told you that unfortunately it had been cancelled.

Then a couple of days later you got an email telling you how deep the rabbit hole went and the real game was afoot.  You would eventually end up getting actual phone calls from actors propelling the game along.  But at every point during play you could go online and change the level of immersion, and every email/snail mail/phone call included a disclaimer.  So you knew you were playing a game.  They made that clear when I bought it, or I never would have.

How dumb do you have to be to pay strangers to fuck with someone you know without their knowledge?  Even if there is no malice intended, that's just stupid.