The God Emperors had taken possession of the ball, their striker passing it between himself and his wingman deftly. One after another, the Infidelity defense fell between them.
The wingman passed it across to the center, where the striker received the ball. There was only one defender in his way. Mr. Defacation had taken a stand, and he was determined not to let the ball even get close to the Infidelity goal.
The field seemed to slow to a stop around them.
"You think you can make it past me, Maximus?" Mr. Defacation shouted.
"I wouldn't even have to try, fool!" Maximus shouted back, advancing with the ball. Mr. Defacation sprinted in his direction, intent on retaking possession.
But before he knew it, Maximus was drawing his foot back for a shot. It was nanoseconds, maybe less, before that ball was in the air and hurtling at supersonic speeds at the goal.
'I have to do this.' Mr. Defacation said to himself. 'This is my time.'
He dove to the side, using his forehead to deflect the ball off of its path, and returning it to one of the Infidelity defenders, who began passing it down the field from there.
His head was lost in the process.
Something has always been said about the Phalla Cup. The kicks are faster than humanly possible. Once it gets started, much like bandwagons, it will often refuse to stop moving, or even stop picking up speed, even disregarding the very laws of logic. Mr. Defacation knew this, and sacrificed himself for the team's preservation.
*crunch* Maximus' knee was cut into ribbons, almost instantly.
"Thats what you get for killing Mr. Defacation, God Emperor!"
Before taking his last breaths, Maximus tried to look at the rotary-blade adorned foe, but he had slipped back into the game before he could catch the glimpse... BILL: Wow, John! What a great game so far! Did you see that foul?
JOHN: That I did, Bill. But though that may help the Infidelity out in the short game, what they're really going to have to do to win here is score the most goals!
BILL: Right you are, this game is definitely going to the team who can score the most points.
JOHN: So, who has our audience picked as the favorite player?
BILL: Well, John, unfortunately it seemed to be that Mr. Defacation fellow, the one that just blocked the God Emperor shot.
JOHN: Well, not much we can do about it now. And it doesn't look like the audience voted for _anyone_ else. Well, we can always do this... *click*
*An explosion occurs on the field, but there are no injuries. Mr. Defacations corpse goes up in a blaze of glory*
BILL: We'll miss you, buddy! You played a good game of Phalla.
I played soccer when I was like 8. My only memory of it was bicycle kicking some poor kid in the head and getting a yellow card for it. Note: The ball was somewhat near by, I just missed it.
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Told you he's crafty.
The wingman passed it across to the center, where the striker received the ball. There was only one defender in his way. Mr. Defacation had taken a stand, and he was determined not to let the ball even get close to the Infidelity goal.
The field seemed to slow to a stop around them.
"You think you can make it past me, Maximus?" Mr. Defacation shouted.
"I wouldn't even have to try, fool!" Maximus shouted back, advancing with the ball. Mr. Defacation sprinted in his direction, intent on retaking possession.
But before he knew it, Maximus was drawing his foot back for a shot. It was nanoseconds, maybe less, before that ball was in the air and hurtling at supersonic speeds at the goal.
'I have to do this.' Mr. Defacation said to himself. 'This is my time.'
He dove to the side, using his forehead to deflect the ball off of its path, and returning it to one of the Infidelity defenders, who began passing it down the field from there.
His head was lost in the process.
Something has always been said about the Phalla Cup. The kicks are faster than humanly possible. Once it gets started, much like bandwagons, it will often refuse to stop moving, or even stop picking up speed, even disregarding the very laws of logic. Mr. Defacation knew this, and sacrificed himself for the team's preservation.
*crunch* Maximus' knee was cut into ribbons, almost instantly.
"Thats what you get for killing Mr. Defacation, God Emperor!"
Before taking his last breaths, Maximus tried to look at the rotary-blade adorned foe, but he had slipped back into the game before he could catch the glimpse...
BILL: Wow, John! What a great game so far! Did you see that foul?
JOHN: That I did, Bill. But though that may help the Infidelity out in the short game, what they're really going to have to do to win here is score the most goals!
BILL: Right you are, this game is definitely going to the team who can score the most points.
JOHN: So, who has our audience picked as the favorite player?
BILL: Well, John, unfortunately it seemed to be that Mr. Defacation fellow, the one that just blocked the God Emperor shot.
JOHN: Well, not much we can do about it now. And it doesn't look like the audience voted for _anyone_ else. Well, we can always do this... *click*
*An explosion occurs on the field, but there are no injuries. Mr. Defacations corpse goes up in a blaze of glory*
BILL: We'll miss you, buddy! You played a good game of Phalla.
The score:
Infidelity - 0
God Emperors - 0
Naw, they're optional and expendable. Like wheels on a car.
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Characters
[5e] Dural Melairkyn - AC 18 | HP 40 | Melee +5/1d8+3 | Spell +4/DC 12
Currently DMing: None
Characters
[5e] Dural Melairkyn - AC 18 | HP 40 | Melee +5/1d8+3 | Spell +4/DC 12
I'm thinking he's just immune to explosives. Clearly he is the Hulk.
Currently DMing: None
Characters
[5e] Dural Melairkyn - AC 18 | HP 40 | Melee +5/1d8+3 | Spell +4/DC 12
!vote Cheez!
Oh, wait, it was Maximus and good ol' Maxi, well, he just likes to reveal to people who ask for it.
So, we can assume that Maximus revealed to CJ Iwakura.
This leads me to believe that Iwakura is actually a member of the Infidels.
Thoughts? Comments?
Yeah.
Pssst. Jackie Moon is not a real person.
I played soccer when I was like 8. My only memory of it was bicycle kicking some poor kid in the head and getting a yellow card for it. Note: The ball was somewhat near by, I just missed it.
Quickly, make with the scheming!
Step the second, SCORE!
That's a point
what type of football goes on for more then a day for a single match
...or something. We don't want this to end with a 0-0 tie do we?
...and CapriSun!
Awesome death, love you all
Steam
Yea, since voting for Cheez doesn't seem to do anything I think I'm going with CJ "Qorzm" Iwarkura for a likely target.
!vote CJ Iwarakura. Now to enjoy some nice Chili and sleep.
Wait I'm a little lost.
I'm following until we get to "So, we can assume that Maximus revealed to CJ Iwakura."
any reason why CJ instead of like, anybody else?
Your argument has its ups and downs.
!CJ, it is time you left the pitch.