2024-11-30, 06:41 AM - Word count:
These cats can’t cut it with the big dogs…. At least most of them can’t. This childish game called soccer has been…..a pain in my ass in more ways than one and as shown by my stats in the “academy” I wasn’t all that good at the whole deal. I had been hoping that my teammates would bail me out and do all the work for me but it looked like they were hoping for the same thing from me! Don’t they know my job is to sit in goal and do nothing? I shouldn’t have to take what they call “corners” I shouldn’t have to take “penalties” I barely know the rules of the game and they were forcing me into positions I hadn’t even heard of! None of that matters now though because despite outward appearances I am still the front runner for being the best goalie.
Picked as the first goalie off the big board despite being statistically the worst goalie in the draft is a feat in it of it self much less the conversation that was no more a conversation than a list of questions force read to me and in which no back and forth was given. But that’s the corporate world for you. The ball is always in someone else’s court and I know that better than anyone. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn my father had a say in getting me drafted and I wouldn’t be hurt in the slightest. The world is all about WHO you know, who cares about how skilled or talented you are? Money talks and that may have also had to do with going first off the board. Whatever the case was it lead to me being the first goalie off the board to a little place close to my soul. Oh sorry, I mean a little place called Seoul but that was just the beginning of a nightmare that would lead me down a dark and twisted path into the true evils of this world.
I have friends in high places, as I’ve mentioned in this little media piece earlier and there is one user, one man that my good buddy in the ISFL has warned me about. One that joined much later than I and has been crawling around like a cockroach whispering sweet lies in everyone’s ears that will listen to his nonsense. This user, this “agent”, this LIAR, this false prophet, this BIG MEDIA writer joined the league and immediately my danger radar went off. There just wasn’t something right about the guy. But then things went from bad to worse.
As a member of an elite club it appeared people were scared to approach me as I only had three scouting conversations however one of them was more elegant than the rest. One was more fluid than the rest, one felt like a real conversation of minds compared to the rest. Its home was in Sao Paulo but as I would be in the minors I would be going to the city of love Mi Amore la paris! Oh the beautiful sights and sounds of the great city of Paris. The luxurious shopping centers along the Champs Elysees, the great Palaces at the nearby city of Versailles, the wondrous art at the Louvre all at my door step! This was my thinking upon the end of my discussion with the team representative.
It wasn’t meant to be. I would be shipped off to Seoul which would have it’s own positives of which I will keep to myself for now and forget about Paris until the night of November 24th, 2024. I can’t recall exactly what I was doing although the despicable behavior you are about to hear likely occurred while I was in a tub drinking fine wine as I sat in my penthouse suite in Seoul but the circumstances surrounding the situation is neither here nor there. The fact of the matter was I was alerted via my butler that I had been requested by name by one of the Sao Paulo GMs. I had talked with a team representative post draft and things had been cordial if not a bit uptight but I had never reached this high up the corporate ladder talking to a woman by the name of @kahri . I had never heard of her despite finding out later that she sees herself as the face of the league (which I highly doubt). But at this time I was thinking what could possibly trouble someone to request my appearance in the great conversation hub called discord? I had heard of a thing called “tampering” in the ISFL but had never heard of it in this soccer league. Would I have to alert the authorities of ill actions going on in the Sao Paulo? I held my breath as I opened the chat and the first message I see on my screen simply says “explain yourself”.
“Explain yourself”? what is that supposed to mean I wondered to myself. But I didn’t have time to think up a response because within seconds her partner in crime and one of her evil henchmen @donut also sent a message replying “you know what you did.” I hadn’t the slightest idea what I could have done to warrant any of this bully behavior but I thought in my drunken state it was possible I could have done SOMETHING. What it was I hadn’t the slightest idea but I responded with “wut?” and then a message came through that made everything clear. A message from the evil @jreed12 himself the one I had been warned about from my good friend Zenzeroni in the ISFL. A man that would stop at nothing to get as much money as possible if it meant tearing down everything he loved. Apparently, he was angry that I looked like him. Yep. That’s it. That’s what he was mad at. Hey Sherlock, us rich folk all look the same. We all got plastic surgery, we’ve all got the fancy top hat, the twirly mustache, the walking stick, the fancy coat with tails (no not THOSE tails the tails men of culture wore back in the day). You don’t own a monopoly on what I can and can’t look like. I get that you are “rich” but that is in name only. You don’t know how to survive up here with the big shots. All of your money is from sports and, I hate to break it to you, but athletes waste away their money more times than not.
None of this mattered to Jreed of course but upon closer inspection of this Sao Paulo/Paris team, I realized the true danger I was in at that moment. I realized I had fallen straight into a trap. I had been invited to the Sao Paulo server before the draft leading me to expect to be drafted but when I wasn’t, I thought they were just being nice. It was then that I realized my mistake. NEVER trust your enemies and I had fallen for the oldest trick in the book. I had set down my sword. I had taken off my armor, I had sat down for a glass of wine at their table and been stabbed in the back. I looked around and not only saw my enemies, I saw my BIGGEST enemies. The likes of Jreed of course were there but then I couldn’t believe my eyes to see my number one rival in the academy @CROney3 facing me at the other side of the table. I looked to my right and saw the prodigy donut turned evil henchmen. I looked to my left and saw the man that had betrayed me. The man that had stabbed me in the back after shaking my hand. The man that had scouted me and talked with me for hours on end only to skip by me time and time again on draft day. I looked at @roquefort and realized how naive I was. HE IS JREED’S AGENT! How could I be so dumb to trust him. None of this was my fault but had I been self conscious I would have blamed myself for how obvious it had all been. The evil Jreed had set all of this up and now I was surrounded by the people that hated me the most.
The funny thing about all of this is that none of it matters. Despite their GM calling for an attack on my ankles via rat attack they had no idea what was in store for them. They didn’t know my eloquent (why is that so confusing to spell) way of words. They didn’t know my ruthless aggression. They were clueless to the truth. Why? Because they couldn’t see the truth all the way down there in last place. They were NOTHING to me. Mere pennies in my room of gold bars. They can scream my name in anguish but I can’t hear them at the top of the tower, in my penthouse suite, drinking my wine, in my tub, overlooking the beautiful city of Seoul.
Ah yes one more thing before I leave. Most measly rookies couldn't dream of playing in the biggest tournament in the SSL the great World Simulation Football Classic in which the best of the best compete for their region in a winners taken all world cup gauntlet. Only the best are invited to this event and because of this I was naturally an obvious pick and a member of one of the regions reached out to me and asked it I was willing to join their team. Now, I’m always in for a good time but I am a humble man. I know my limits. I was quite shocked to learn someone would want little old me on their big ol world cup team. But it was true, it was real (unlike Sao Paulo/Paris) under one condition. I had to throw away my US citizenship and move to Europe. HA are you kidding me? Get further away from Kahri and her evil henchmen in Sao Paulo?! I booked a trip right away and thought what better a place to request citizenship than where wars go to end. So I am happy to announce I am the newest citizen of Geneva, Switzerland but don’t let this gorgeous mountainous town fool you. I am not here to write a peace treaty actually, it’s quite the opposite. This is a declaration of war. A declaration of war on Paris, on Sao Paulo, on Jreed, on Croney, on donut, on roquefort, on Kahri, on every single person, on every single team that has wronged me in the past. Get ready to wish you never went against my well wishes. I am king of the castle and you are going to have to get through me to take the throne.
Picked as the first goalie off the big board despite being statistically the worst goalie in the draft is a feat in it of it self much less the conversation that was no more a conversation than a list of questions force read to me and in which no back and forth was given. But that’s the corporate world for you. The ball is always in someone else’s court and I know that better than anyone. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn my father had a say in getting me drafted and I wouldn’t be hurt in the slightest. The world is all about WHO you know, who cares about how skilled or talented you are? Money talks and that may have also had to do with going first off the board. Whatever the case was it lead to me being the first goalie off the board to a little place close to my soul. Oh sorry, I mean a little place called Seoul but that was just the beginning of a nightmare that would lead me down a dark and twisted path into the true evils of this world.
I have friends in high places, as I’ve mentioned in this little media piece earlier and there is one user, one man that my good buddy in the ISFL has warned me about. One that joined much later than I and has been crawling around like a cockroach whispering sweet lies in everyone’s ears that will listen to his nonsense. This user, this “agent”, this LIAR, this false prophet, this BIG MEDIA writer joined the league and immediately my danger radar went off. There just wasn’t something right about the guy. But then things went from bad to worse.
As a member of an elite club it appeared people were scared to approach me as I only had three scouting conversations however one of them was more elegant than the rest. One was more fluid than the rest, one felt like a real conversation of minds compared to the rest. Its home was in Sao Paulo but as I would be in the minors I would be going to the city of love Mi Amore la paris! Oh the beautiful sights and sounds of the great city of Paris. The luxurious shopping centers along the Champs Elysees, the great Palaces at the nearby city of Versailles, the wondrous art at the Louvre all at my door step! This was my thinking upon the end of my discussion with the team representative.
It wasn’t meant to be. I would be shipped off to Seoul which would have it’s own positives of which I will keep to myself for now and forget about Paris until the night of November 24th, 2024. I can’t recall exactly what I was doing although the despicable behavior you are about to hear likely occurred while I was in a tub drinking fine wine as I sat in my penthouse suite in Seoul but the circumstances surrounding the situation is neither here nor there. The fact of the matter was I was alerted via my butler that I had been requested by name by one of the Sao Paulo GMs. I had talked with a team representative post draft and things had been cordial if not a bit uptight but I had never reached this high up the corporate ladder talking to a woman by the name of @kahri . I had never heard of her despite finding out later that she sees herself as the face of the league (which I highly doubt). But at this time I was thinking what could possibly trouble someone to request my appearance in the great conversation hub called discord? I had heard of a thing called “tampering” in the ISFL but had never heard of it in this soccer league. Would I have to alert the authorities of ill actions going on in the Sao Paulo? I held my breath as I opened the chat and the first message I see on my screen simply says “explain yourself”.
“Explain yourself”? what is that supposed to mean I wondered to myself. But I didn’t have time to think up a response because within seconds her partner in crime and one of her evil henchmen @donut also sent a message replying “you know what you did.” I hadn’t the slightest idea what I could have done to warrant any of this bully behavior but I thought in my drunken state it was possible I could have done SOMETHING. What it was I hadn’t the slightest idea but I responded with “wut?” and then a message came through that made everything clear. A message from the evil @jreed12 himself the one I had been warned about from my good friend Zenzeroni in the ISFL. A man that would stop at nothing to get as much money as possible if it meant tearing down everything he loved. Apparently, he was angry that I looked like him. Yep. That’s it. That’s what he was mad at. Hey Sherlock, us rich folk all look the same. We all got plastic surgery, we’ve all got the fancy top hat, the twirly mustache, the walking stick, the fancy coat with tails (no not THOSE tails the tails men of culture wore back in the day). You don’t own a monopoly on what I can and can’t look like. I get that you are “rich” but that is in name only. You don’t know how to survive up here with the big shots. All of your money is from sports and, I hate to break it to you, but athletes waste away their money more times than not.
None of this mattered to Jreed of course but upon closer inspection of this Sao Paulo/Paris team, I realized the true danger I was in at that moment. I realized I had fallen straight into a trap. I had been invited to the Sao Paulo server before the draft leading me to expect to be drafted but when I wasn’t, I thought they were just being nice. It was then that I realized my mistake. NEVER trust your enemies and I had fallen for the oldest trick in the book. I had set down my sword. I had taken off my armor, I had sat down for a glass of wine at their table and been stabbed in the back. I looked around and not only saw my enemies, I saw my BIGGEST enemies. The likes of Jreed of course were there but then I couldn’t believe my eyes to see my number one rival in the academy @CROney3 facing me at the other side of the table. I looked to my right and saw the prodigy donut turned evil henchmen. I looked to my left and saw the man that had betrayed me. The man that had stabbed me in the back after shaking my hand. The man that had scouted me and talked with me for hours on end only to skip by me time and time again on draft day. I looked at @roquefort and realized how naive I was. HE IS JREED’S AGENT! How could I be so dumb to trust him. None of this was my fault but had I been self conscious I would have blamed myself for how obvious it had all been. The evil Jreed had set all of this up and now I was surrounded by the people that hated me the most.
The funny thing about all of this is that none of it matters. Despite their GM calling for an attack on my ankles via rat attack they had no idea what was in store for them. They didn’t know my eloquent (why is that so confusing to spell) way of words. They didn’t know my ruthless aggression. They were clueless to the truth. Why? Because they couldn’t see the truth all the way down there in last place. They were NOTHING to me. Mere pennies in my room of gold bars. They can scream my name in anguish but I can’t hear them at the top of the tower, in my penthouse suite, drinking my wine, in my tub, overlooking the beautiful city of Seoul.
Ah yes one more thing before I leave. Most measly rookies couldn't dream of playing in the biggest tournament in the SSL the great World Simulation Football Classic in which the best of the best compete for their region in a winners taken all world cup gauntlet. Only the best are invited to this event and because of this I was naturally an obvious pick and a member of one of the regions reached out to me and asked it I was willing to join their team. Now, I’m always in for a good time but I am a humble man. I know my limits. I was quite shocked to learn someone would want little old me on their big ol world cup team. But it was true, it was real (unlike Sao Paulo/Paris) under one condition. I had to throw away my US citizenship and move to Europe. HA are you kidding me? Get further away from Kahri and her evil henchmen in Sao Paulo?! I booked a trip right away and thought what better a place to request citizenship than where wars go to end. So I am happy to announce I am the newest citizen of Geneva, Switzerland but don’t let this gorgeous mountainous town fool you. I am not here to write a peace treaty actually, it’s quite the opposite. This is a declaration of war. A declaration of war on Paris, on Sao Paulo, on Jreed, on Croney, on donut, on roquefort, on Kahri, on every single person, on every single team that has wronged me in the past. Get ready to wish you never went against my well wishes. I am king of the castle and you are going to have to get through me to take the throne.
