08-09-2022, 03:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-09-2022, 03:11 PM by Alikh. Edited 1 time in total.)
Sim gonna sim has become something of a locker room chant in London over the last several seasons. Were this a real life football league, the special teams coaches and offensive coordinators would likely have been fired long ago. When 3rd and short and 4th and short come up the coordinators immediately decide it’s the time to ball out. Verts? Deep crosses? Hell yes. Why push for 2 yards with a skilled DSFL running back when you can playcall like your team is down 20 points with 2 minutes left? And to be clear, the Royals Head Coach has a VERY clear gameplan meeting with each of these playcallers before each week. And each week it is made clear time and time again, that if its 3rd/4th down and short, the Royals will run. Clearly our playcaller's overlord is the chaotic spirit of the sim instead of their own head coach, because they nod along in each weekly meeting and then take none of it to heart. Week after week, season after season, the sim delivers London the same fate. A chance in the fourth quarter. Maybe London needs to make a quick comeback. Maybe they just need a first down to kill the clock. It’s always a realistic goal. And then the team ends up airing the ball out to get short yards. Sacks. Interceptions. Incomplete passes. The sim always says no.
But its not just the emotionless mechanical mind of the sim that seems to hate London. Sometimes the sim gods themselves seem to tip the balance as well. Like all teams, London spends each week before a game sending up its prayer requests to the sim gods, praying that their game plans come to fruition. For many teams these prayers are answered, even if it ends in defeat. They asked the gods to let their players perform in a certain manner, in a certain formation, etc. Even if it fails, the gods heard the prayers and let the team line up as they dream.
But not for London this season, it seemed. At least four times over fourteen weeks the London brain trust (weak as it may be) gathered in their underground, Cane’s scented chambers to beseech the sim gods to listen to their best designs. But four times, the gods said no. Were the prayers not heard? Were the gods simply indifferent to the needs and wants of London? Us mere mortals will never know what their capricious designs hold. First a player was not in the right position. Later, another player failed to materialize in different positions based on formation. There was then a brief lull when the gods appeared to once again hear the prayers of London, until they abandoned them again. The time the players were correct. The formations were correct. But now the coordinators did not listen. Offensive game plans went awry. Defensive strategies were not executed as the war room had decreed. And in a final act of sheer chaos, there was a week late season where two players were not moved on the depth chart AND both coordinators decided to use a gameplan from a previous week.
The sim is chaos, it is the very personification of RNG in our world. One can’t do much more than hold on and hope for the best. But the gods! The sim gods are supposed to hear our prayers! The desperate cries of us mortals trying to make some sense of all the chaos. But perhaps the unanswered prayers of London this season reveal a greater, and perhaps uncomfortable truth. What if our sim gods really human… like us?
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But its not just the emotionless mechanical mind of the sim that seems to hate London. Sometimes the sim gods themselves seem to tip the balance as well. Like all teams, London spends each week before a game sending up its prayer requests to the sim gods, praying that their game plans come to fruition. For many teams these prayers are answered, even if it ends in defeat. They asked the gods to let their players perform in a certain manner, in a certain formation, etc. Even if it fails, the gods heard the prayers and let the team line up as they dream.
But not for London this season, it seemed. At least four times over fourteen weeks the London brain trust (weak as it may be) gathered in their underground, Cane’s scented chambers to beseech the sim gods to listen to their best designs. But four times, the gods said no. Were the prayers not heard? Were the gods simply indifferent to the needs and wants of London? Us mere mortals will never know what their capricious designs hold. First a player was not in the right position. Later, another player failed to materialize in different positions based on formation. There was then a brief lull when the gods appeared to once again hear the prayers of London, until they abandoned them again. The time the players were correct. The formations were correct. But now the coordinators did not listen. Offensive game plans went awry. Defensive strategies were not executed as the war room had decreed. And in a final act of sheer chaos, there was a week late season where two players were not moved on the depth chart AND both coordinators decided to use a gameplan from a previous week.
The sim is chaos, it is the very personification of RNG in our world. One can’t do much more than hold on and hope for the best. But the gods! The sim gods are supposed to hear our prayers! The desperate cries of us mortals trying to make some sense of all the chaos. But perhaps the unanswered prayers of London this season reveal a greater, and perhaps uncomfortable truth. What if our sim gods really human… like us?
601 words