Crimmond
21-07-2004, 14:59
OOC: Yes. Crimmond has sports. I just RP them sporaticly. Oh and... this is Soccer, not NFL. Crimmond is in Europe, after all.
IC: The Crimmond Football League Championship game was being broadcast across Crimmond and it's allies.
Number fifteen, Fantor Biggs walked out of the locker room, stone faced. As he approached the field, cameras focused on him. He was playing for Gdansk against Skye and was a three time MVP of the year.
The other team wasn't anything to sneeze at, this was a championship game, after all... but he was the greatest player out there.
He stepped onto the field and took up his position.
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On the sidelines, in an interview being done live with another Gdansk player, a reporter noticed the entrance and asked the player about Biggs. "How does it feel to play with a three time MVP?" Getting the usual 'great', he moved on. "As of late, his game has been sliping and other players are gaining on his prestige. You think he may retire this year?" The player shrugged. "I dunno. Biggs has been playing harder than usual, but he's been hurt a lot in his career and I think, personally, it's better to go out on top than when you're a nobody again."
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Biggs was meanwhile busy dodging other players and got control of the black and white ball. The only thing between him and a goal... was three other players all running at him. He dodged left, they followed suit. He dodged right, they followed again. Then he stopped and looked at them with pure rage in his eyes. "Get the hell out of my way!"
He caught the ball on the toe of his shoe, kicking it straight up and catching it in his hands. As whistles blew, Biggs pulled out a semi-automatic pistol and put a hole in one of the player's faces. He knee-capped the nex and blew out a lung in the third. He spun on his team and started blasting away at them. One man's head literally exploded. Another fell and gurgled up blood from his throat. Two more got hit in the back and arms.
Players scattered, the crowd was stunned and police streamed onto the field. He pulled the trigger again. It clicked. He grinned and never stopped, even after one of the officers put a bullet through his left eye.
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The reporter looked at the player, the player at the reporter. "That was not what I meant."
IC: The Crimmond Football League Championship game was being broadcast across Crimmond and it's allies.
Number fifteen, Fantor Biggs walked out of the locker room, stone faced. As he approached the field, cameras focused on him. He was playing for Gdansk against Skye and was a three time MVP of the year.
The other team wasn't anything to sneeze at, this was a championship game, after all... but he was the greatest player out there.
He stepped onto the field and took up his position.
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On the sidelines, in an interview being done live with another Gdansk player, a reporter noticed the entrance and asked the player about Biggs. "How does it feel to play with a three time MVP?" Getting the usual 'great', he moved on. "As of late, his game has been sliping and other players are gaining on his prestige. You think he may retire this year?" The player shrugged. "I dunno. Biggs has been playing harder than usual, but he's been hurt a lot in his career and I think, personally, it's better to go out on top than when you're a nobody again."
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Biggs was meanwhile busy dodging other players and got control of the black and white ball. The only thing between him and a goal... was three other players all running at him. He dodged left, they followed suit. He dodged right, they followed again. Then he stopped and looked at them with pure rage in his eyes. "Get the hell out of my way!"
He caught the ball on the toe of his shoe, kicking it straight up and catching it in his hands. As whistles blew, Biggs pulled out a semi-automatic pistol and put a hole in one of the player's faces. He knee-capped the nex and blew out a lung in the third. He spun on his team and started blasting away at them. One man's head literally exploded. Another fell and gurgled up blood from his throat. Two more got hit in the back and arms.
Players scattered, the crowd was stunned and police streamed onto the field. He pulled the trigger again. It clicked. He grinned and never stopped, even after one of the officers put a bullet through his left eye.
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The reporter looked at the player, the player at the reporter. "That was not what I meant."