(S26) - PT 4 - It could be a bowling alley!

[Troen]

A package has been delivered to your door. One of the labels says it’s a gift from someone else in the league, but there are no other details. When you open it, what do you find inside? Who do you think it’s from and why would they send it? Is it new equipment that will set your player up for success in the last part of the season, a pair of tickets to a game in one of the affiliate leagues, or some other random and unexpected thing? (please keep it PG)

In the spirit of bowling, I think that the most likely gift would be from the estate of our late and great Captain, Carolinabbq Isbest. Carolinabbq I'm pretty sure was always a big fan of both barbecued meats and bowling, so I'd like to think that he'd want me to take the team out for a few frames and follow it up by a feast of slow-cooked meats in only the finest of tangy mustard sauces. Carolinabbq might be gone from our lives, but never form our hearts.
The second most likely thing I can think of is some sort of "thanks for being on the team another year" from the ownership and GMs. While they're not always the most emotional - have to try to keep your emotions somewhat removed to make the best calls for the team at times - I think they do look out for us when they can. So anyway, they've gotten us some little nice things to have for workouts in the past - portable speakers, drink chillers, stuff like that where you can claim that it's for player and team improvement but still use them in your personal life. For this year, seeing what we've gotten in the past, my guess would be some sort of tablet with a personal training program, or maybe some headphones. I like surprises, though, so don't tell me if you know.

[Bandit239]

Its a crisp, ice cold night in Kansas City. Im sittin in my apartment, enjoying the time off from practice for the holidays. Around 10 am I get a knock at the door, put down my breakfast and answer, its the UPS delivery guy. Sweet a package! I sign for it real quick and look at the tag, its from my Gms in Kansas City. Huh, weird I wonder what it could be, this damn thing is heavy. With anticipation I set it down on my counter and begin tearing the package open. Opening up the box, I find one of our game balls, and another thing in the shape of a football. Both locked onto a stand. Pulling it completely out of the box to take a closer look, it has a plaque at the base, and a handwritten note taped on. Examining the note, it is from my Gms, obviously since the box is from them. It says this is the ball that was used on the play in week one where I scored my First touchdown. They wanted to immortalize that moment, so the ball itself is here on the stand, and beside it is a crystal replica engraved with my name and that it was my first career KC touchdown. This is why the Kansas City team is home. No matter our record, we find the moments that shine and immortalize them, building a bond throughout the team. I place the plaque on a shelf in my living room, clearly visible in the whole room and even from the kitchen. What a perfect gift, allowing me to forever remember this crucial moment in my career, and remember what that moment to thisbteam and to the fans.

[Mooty99]

I go to my front door just after sundown only to find a small package sitting on it addressed to me. The UPS driver must have left if there in the day, rang while I was asleep i am sure. The package is small but well wrapped, with a return address of Arizona, how strange I thought but I brought it in and looked at it as it sat there on my kitchen table. Hesitantly I opened it, I did not know what to expect but in my long long life people don't normally give away gifts for nothing, there is normally some sort of cost or price you have to pay, even if it isn't always obvious. Inside the package I find a worn pair of quarterback gloves, they are split colours, red and green, the button on each of them was red and white with little yellow castles in the red outside and 4 small blue shields on the white inside. As I stared at them it struck me, these were Jay Cue's lucky gloves, he was retiring at the end of the season. What a kind gesture from Cue, as if he wanted me to continue on his legacy. But just before I put them i finalise recognise the material they are made of, it was witch skin! Realising my error I threw them across the room. That bastard Cue was trying to give me his cursed witch skin gloves in the hope they would bring me as much bad luck as they had brought him. Well nice try Jay Cue, but I am not a fool, better you give them to the next Outlaws quarterback rather than me!


WC 282

@Opera_Phantom this was written with much respect for you

[deadlunatic]

I think all of the corner backs on all the other teams would be gifting me tons and tons of food and sweats. I am sure they are tired of me running all over them as a mere second year wide out. So they all got together and decided to just deliver dump trucks worth of meats, veggies, candy, sugared up sodas, protein shake, cakes, pies, pizzas, and of course tons of beer. They are hoping I won't be able to contain myself and go on an eating fest of a many lifetimes and come out looking like the get in my belly dude from austin powers yelling "Fat boy want cupcake!". But this just shows how petty these guys are. There is no chance of my ruining my sweet sweet dad bod. I am a machine and no amount of candy or beer will change that. Now, once I retire, then we have an entirely different situation of getting my grub on every day until I pop like a big ole fat zit on some big ole fat guys back. But, instead I will just take all this food and donate it out to all the food banks, soup kitchens, and homeless and less fortunate people I can find. No reason to let their attempted good dead go to waste. Maybe next year boys, maybe. But not really.

[IsaStarcrossed]

Being a major winter holiday, Christmas is one of the best times of years for the friends Adelie de Pengu and Melvin Murder-Moose. Given that both are from typically cold and snowy regions of the world, times like Christmas are a time of joy and celebration for these players. They love the cold and that makes this the best time of year. The two always go big on their favorite winter holidays as they go out of their way to ensure everyone they know get gifts. No one shall be giftless or grinchy on Christmas! But usually the most personal gifts are the ones they get each other. This is why Adelie's excitement when he found this package was absolutely electric. He knew exactly who it was from and he tore into it with vigor. There was a note on top that simply read "I know you've been missing home and haven't been able to return since the bird flu incident. As such I figured it was time to bring a bit of home to you! Signed, Melvin." Next was the present. An industrial snow machine. Adelie immediately got it set up and in no time the inside of his house had a solid layer of snow for him to play in and enjoy. Bringing a little piece of home to him indeed! It was a wonderful Christmas.

[Menace0528]

I’m assuming automatically it would be some sort of Christmas gift. At first, my mind goes to that “epic rpg” channel that is in the London Royals server. In it, there’s a running joke about ABH being unable to get a gingerbread man, which puts your character in a special Christmas area. So maybe the present would be ABH sending everyone gingerbread men as a joke and reference to that. It could also definitely be someone from the Royals getting me equipment or something after I forget to to buy it, because air wouldn’t put it past Marlon Brando to forget to buy equipment. People are very nice in the league, so it seems like something they might do (though of course they wouldn’t actually pay for my equipment within the sim). It could be a more festive member within the league who’s getting everyone cookies or some other christmas related food item, which i wouldn’t mind at all. Or maybe it would be Plat or someone else buying ugly christmas socks for everyone, or one of those ugly light up christmas sweaters. I just imagine a bunch of huge football players practicing or playing a game, but they’re all in sweaters that look like their grandma made them. Something christmasy would probably be the gift though.

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[JuOSu]

PBE CW

[Jiggly_333]

It’s late. A normal Thursday night for Fukushuu. The team technically doesn’t allow her in this late, but she prefers to do these things with no one else around. The silence is only broken periodically by the sound of the splat of snow against the window as the wind picks up. When she got in here, it was about 10PM on December 24th. It’s now about 2 hours later. Mai looks out across the now dimly-lit room. Empty. She gets up from the machine she was working with, wipes it down, puts her weights away, and walks out into the hallway towards the locker room.

At her locker, Mai discovers a package. Whether or not Mai is a mystical being or just some girl from an island in the south of Japan, she had never experienced Christmas before. And even in multiple years she’s already spent in America, she hasn’t built any relationship with anyone enough to receive a present. Everyone was pushed far away. But here was a present. There was a label with her name, not in English but in kanji. No indication of who it’s from. She opens it to find a small stuffed wolf. A cute little toy.

In all her time in the DSFL and the NSFL, Fukushuu has held the same expression of blank disdain for those around her. No one has seen her appear any different. And with the room empty, that would remain the same. But in that locker room, lit only by an emergency light near the doorway, Mai smiled as she cried, clutching that stuffed wolf to her chest.

[Reno]

PBE Affiliate PT

[WhatAmUs]

It was a warm and windy evening in Austin, Texas, when Connor Quigley stepped out of his front door to yell at an elderly woman who had fallen down on the uneven sidewalk and was causing a scene.  “Keep it down you old bat, I’m trying to watch early 2000’s basic cable sitcoms so I can feel something again!” Quigley shouted at the poor wretch, with subdued rage.  As he was gearing up to continue his tirade, however, his right foot bumped into a small package that was left on the doorstep.  “What’s all this, then?” he muttered to himself, over the sound of the old woman begging for an ambulance.  The package was addressed to Quigley, but the lack of a return address gave him pause.  “If I had to guess, I’d say this is one of my four ex-wives tricking me into opening a glitter bomb or anthrax or something” he said out loud, to no one in particular.  His curiosity eventually outweighed his concern, however, and he retreated indoors with his mystery box in tow.  Once inside, Quigley unsheathed a comically large bread knife, and began to dismantle the package.  Much to his chagrin, the package contained not a foul aroma or a violent explosion, but a simple folded up piece of paper.  Quigley unraveled the paper, and began reading the text that adorned it…

“Aye mate, cheers for the beers.  To easy mate.  Things have been right f’d-in-the-a here in Berlin, so it’s nice to have a little reminder of the good ol days.  You’re a top “c” word.  I couldn’t think of a proper return gift, so I’m writing this letter instead, as it is the best gift I could possibly give ya.  The gift… of advice.  So, here it is mate.  

DONT DRUNK TEXT YOUR BLOODY EX. 

Right, all settled then.  To easy.  Best of luck to ya in Austin, and tell the old boys I say ‘G’day’. 


Fear the howl,

Karmichael Hunt (@.simo)"


“He always knows what to say…” Quigley thought, as the muted sounds of sirens gradually amplified in the distance.