Furious Squirrel 12351
I have a small league, and they are not much for the games. Yes we like to play in league wars, but it is not going to happen this time. paperwork got lost in the mail. someone spilled coffee on the only working laptop in our messy HQ. But, I can still enjoy it.
here I sit, in the stadium at the League Wars orbiting arena. Popcorn in one hand, a big slurp sitting next to me, and a thunderstick waving wildly over my head. around me are annoyed competitors waiting their turn on one of the fields. they are sweaty, smelly, and tired from all the battling, and here I sit, screaming my head off at every match. do I care who wins or loses? not really. None of my own league mates are playing.
"AW COME ON, WHERE'S THE REF? THAT'S A FOUL!" I scream and throw a handful of popcorn at the match.
Then Aflima smacked a man so hard he flew right through two barriers and buzzed against the big forcefield protecting me from the fall out of these matches. I wasn't scared, not at all, all that popcorn spewed from my mouth when I screamed was...um...because I was excited.
Chaz rattles on and on, calling out the action, talking with the planet below. i check my wrist comm and see that the media is hardly covering this. everyone is talking about the world corps taking people and causing trouble. Nova wants us away from the trouble for now, but I know when I get back I want to punch one of their goons right in the face. That'll make me feel better after missing the chance to compete.
"HEY! WATCH YER LEFT, TRIBLADE IS...oooh, that's gonna leave a mark." I know they can't hear me over the noise, but i gotta yell. Its like watching football back home, i know they can't hear me through those screens, but that doesn't stop me from coaching.
a robot walks by with a tray of goodies. I nab another big box of popcorn and a three boxes of malted milk balls.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP!" My comm goes off again. The world corps people are in my city, all over the place. I call Nova and tell him, but he tells me he already knows and for me not to worry about it right now. Man I want to kick some world corps butts right now.
I console myself with more popcorn, chocolates, and wild beating of my thunderstick when Hot Wings arrives for his round. I hate that league, they always beat us, but now that I'm a spectator....this is gonna be good.
"KICK ASS, HOT WINGS!!"
Ooh, now that I think about it, hot wings sound really good. Time to find that food vendor robot and put in an order.
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