04-16-2020, 01:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-16-2020, 02:15 PM by StamkosFan.)
Claiming 1.5x draft media
Security was increased at the draft after police discovered threats against the venue. The bold perpetrator had gone as far as to send in letters in a taunting tone, declaring that, “The NSFL would all soon be sacrificed to a greater cause.”
But prospects were not deterred from showing up, and the tactical teams on site were reassuring to many. Media personnel filed in as usual, setting up their cameras. GMs conversed with league management as scouts scurried across the floor. A draft board went up on the electronic screen behind the podium, and the commissioner did a sound check. All seemed normal.
Then, a green mist began seeping up from the floorboards. It looked like something that the Joker had done in the Batman comics. At first, it was dismissed as just a flaw in the ventilation system, and nobody seemed too concerned. Then, it became a choking cloud that descended upon the crowd, enveloping them in toxic fumes. Screaming filled the air as people rushed to escape the venue. Coughing filled the air like the ominous soundtrack of Plague Inc. People stumbled into the lobby and clawed at the doors, which fell open. A stampede had caught many spectators in its midst, desperation turning people mad. Some at the back near the podium were on the verge of passing out.
But the perpetrators had not accounted for the fumes escaping the venue and filtering outside once the doors were open. The concentration of the poisoning has subsided, and the dozen or so people trapped inside were on the ground kneeling, gasping for oxygen, clutching their throats with wide eyes.
One journalist trapped inside noticed something odd and turned the camera toward the top of the bleachers for the crowd. He saw a prospect with an infamous reputation, a charged murderer indeed, standing at the height of the stairs watching events unfold with impassive eyes. Thomas Passmann relishing in the suffering of others was nothing surprising, of course. But what was truly suspicious was that he was wearing a gas mask, as though he had known this was happening. For the journalist and many viewers watching the terrible spectacle at home, and those who would watch this clip again on news reels later in the night, they began to put two and two together. This was Passmann’s work; this was his end game, his last stand, the grand plan he had been working toward. This was why he had joined the NSFL. Football had seemed so random for a psychotic and sadistic vampire, but now it all made sense.
Calls began to flood the police department as concerned citizens provided them with tips, nearly all of them pointing the finger at Passmann. An investigative team is working around the clock to pin this to Passmann in a definitive way, and appear to be making some progress. If they can find a bit of forensic evidence or a clue from surveillance footage, they should have enough for a grand jury to indict him and to formally press charges against this sinister fiend. One thing’s for sure, the draft was a disaster that will go down in the history books. NSFL will be changed, for better or worse.
Security was increased at the draft after police discovered threats against the venue. The bold perpetrator had gone as far as to send in letters in a taunting tone, declaring that, “The NSFL would all soon be sacrificed to a greater cause.”
But prospects were not deterred from showing up, and the tactical teams on site were reassuring to many. Media personnel filed in as usual, setting up their cameras. GMs conversed with league management as scouts scurried across the floor. A draft board went up on the electronic screen behind the podium, and the commissioner did a sound check. All seemed normal.
Then, a green mist began seeping up from the floorboards. It looked like something that the Joker had done in the Batman comics. At first, it was dismissed as just a flaw in the ventilation system, and nobody seemed too concerned. Then, it became a choking cloud that descended upon the crowd, enveloping them in toxic fumes. Screaming filled the air as people rushed to escape the venue. Coughing filled the air like the ominous soundtrack of Plague Inc. People stumbled into the lobby and clawed at the doors, which fell open. A stampede had caught many spectators in its midst, desperation turning people mad. Some at the back near the podium were on the verge of passing out.
But the perpetrators had not accounted for the fumes escaping the venue and filtering outside once the doors were open. The concentration of the poisoning has subsided, and the dozen or so people trapped inside were on the ground kneeling, gasping for oxygen, clutching their throats with wide eyes.
One journalist trapped inside noticed something odd and turned the camera toward the top of the bleachers for the crowd. He saw a prospect with an infamous reputation, a charged murderer indeed, standing at the height of the stairs watching events unfold with impassive eyes. Thomas Passmann relishing in the suffering of others was nothing surprising, of course. But what was truly suspicious was that he was wearing a gas mask, as though he had known this was happening. For the journalist and many viewers watching the terrible spectacle at home, and those who would watch this clip again on news reels later in the night, they began to put two and two together. This was Passmann’s work; this was his end game, his last stand, the grand plan he had been working toward. This was why he had joined the NSFL. Football had seemed so random for a psychotic and sadistic vampire, but now it all made sense.
Calls began to flood the police department as concerned citizens provided them with tips, nearly all of them pointing the finger at Passmann. An investigative team is working around the clock to pin this to Passmann in a definitive way, and appear to be making some progress. If they can find a bit of forensic evidence or a clue from surveillance footage, they should have enough for a grand jury to indict him and to formally press charges against this sinister fiend. One thing’s for sure, the draft was a disaster that will go down in the history books. NSFL will be changed, for better or worse.