10:
Today is a very special day, not only for me, but the entire isfl league. Today I won the lottery and have been rightly named the new commissioner. Now, the rules state it’s only for a day, but in these hard times my first act is to declare a state of emergency and name myself chancellor. It is a temporary measure as we work to fix the league, in which case we can begin to appoint new commissioners starting with myself.
As we all know, there is a problem with leaks in the server. We need to address this with hard bans, and take out all those who oppose the staunch rules. They will be the first to defect against the new regime. Second, we need to allow more communist players and encourage current players to adjust their harmful capitalist ways to be more beneficial towards the future.
Secondly, we need to update our online forum. No one misses the old days more than me, comrade. But it isn’t 1998 anymore and the Berlin Wall has fallen. Easier to navigate, some propaganda posters along the sides, top and bottom to remind all visitors to fall in line or fall under the boot.
Third, we need to implement a gulag for the more “problematic” players. I implore my comrades to think about the league. First and foremost, a minimum of 7 hours on the discord discussing the game, learning programming for either an updated simulation or to revolutionize our website, and all money earned shall be put in a pool to be evenly distributed among the players under my watchful eye. Any player found to be skipping on their duties shall be rewarded with a trip to the gulag where their reform will take place.
Finally, all GM, head office, and upper positions will undergo rigorous interviews to determine their stances and if they should be replaced. All replacements will be hand picked by me and guided as to how best serve the league.
11:
The year is 1940, I was born in a small coastal town in Florida. I had a normal American childhood; school, friends, sports, and the occasional girl catching my interest. The opportunities seemed limitless as I entered college.
The year is 1957 and I have just enrolled in college for medical school and was lucky enough to get a scholarship for football. My girlfriend Patricia and I both got into University of Florida and we are planning a semester abroad for the summer.
Year; 1958. I think. I am kept in darkness. Last light I saw was in Germany, haven’t seen Patricia since then. I have no idea if she’s still alive. They come in, beat me, ask me questions, beat me more. They’ve started doing experiments on me, it’s hard to keep track of what’s going on. I’m strapped down, my legs are screaming in agony all the time. I’ve heard them talking about when they’ll start on my upper body. I just want to see my family again.
Year is 1960 comrade. I am USSR citizen and I do special tasks for Moscow. I have met in secret many times the brilliant minds behind the motherland. I help save the world from capitalist pigs who fight against our glorious leader and his peace keeping missions. My commanders talk of freezing me as backup for nuclear war. I volunteer to give myself for the motherland. Wish me luck comrades.
Year is 2024, I have recently become unfrozen. Left in secret lab, I became forgotten except to the most dedicated scientists to communist Russia. They saw in my file I was star football player, and have decided best course of action is to infiltrate capitalist American football league and learn as many secrets, and gain as much control as possible. I begin my mission as a Portland Python and shall soon rule league with iron fist and foot.
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Today is a very special day, not only for me, but the entire isfl league. Today I won the lottery and have been rightly named the new commissioner. Now, the rules state it’s only for a day, but in these hard times my first act is to declare a state of emergency and name myself chancellor. It is a temporary measure as we work to fix the league, in which case we can begin to appoint new commissioners starting with myself.
As we all know, there is a problem with leaks in the server. We need to address this with hard bans, and take out all those who oppose the staunch rules. They will be the first to defect against the new regime. Second, we need to allow more communist players and encourage current players to adjust their harmful capitalist ways to be more beneficial towards the future.
Secondly, we need to update our online forum. No one misses the old days more than me, comrade. But it isn’t 1998 anymore and the Berlin Wall has fallen. Easier to navigate, some propaganda posters along the sides, top and bottom to remind all visitors to fall in line or fall under the boot.
Third, we need to implement a gulag for the more “problematic” players. I implore my comrades to think about the league. First and foremost, a minimum of 7 hours on the discord discussing the game, learning programming for either an updated simulation or to revolutionize our website, and all money earned shall be put in a pool to be evenly distributed among the players under my watchful eye. Any player found to be skipping on their duties shall be rewarded with a trip to the gulag where their reform will take place.
Finally, all GM, head office, and upper positions will undergo rigorous interviews to determine their stances and if they should be replaced. All replacements will be hand picked by me and guided as to how best serve the league.
11:
The year is 1940, I was born in a small coastal town in Florida. I had a normal American childhood; school, friends, sports, and the occasional girl catching my interest. The opportunities seemed limitless as I entered college.
The year is 1957 and I have just enrolled in college for medical school and was lucky enough to get a scholarship for football. My girlfriend Patricia and I both got into University of Florida and we are planning a semester abroad for the summer.
Year; 1958. I think. I am kept in darkness. Last light I saw was in Germany, haven’t seen Patricia since then. I have no idea if she’s still alive. They come in, beat me, ask me questions, beat me more. They’ve started doing experiments on me, it’s hard to keep track of what’s going on. I’m strapped down, my legs are screaming in agony all the time. I’ve heard them talking about when they’ll start on my upper body. I just want to see my family again.
Year is 1960 comrade. I am USSR citizen and I do special tasks for Moscow. I have met in secret many times the brilliant minds behind the motherland. I help save the world from capitalist pigs who fight against our glorious leader and his peace keeping missions. My commanders talk of freezing me as backup for nuclear war. I volunteer to give myself for the motherland. Wish me luck comrades.
Year is 2024, I have recently become unfrozen. Left in secret lab, I became forgotten except to the most dedicated scientists to communist Russia. They saw in my file I was star football player, and have decided best course of action is to infiltrate capitalist American football league and learn as many secrets, and gain as much control as possible. I begin my mission as a Portland Python and shall soon rule league with iron fist and foot.
End secret communication