Part 1: FIGMENT
Today is the day of the Random Draft. The Random Draft is a new system created by the Unreal Administration to randomly create teams for the new season. Today we would all be put in a hat and drawn and be assembled. I can't wait to get started. The qualifying rounds had been so easy! Things weren't always this easy. Back when I was still Jim. Jim with no talent. Jim with no speed. Just Jim. I can still remember clearly...
"What in the blazes are you doing?" My father would scream at me. Yes, every time I trained with him that's all I would hear. The real aggravation was that I was winning. I always beat him. I was the best but nobody would believe me.
"Stop cheating and fight like a man" Yah, that's another one I used to hear. In my fathers book dodging was cheating, unless of course he was the one doing the dodging. When I challenged the neighbors they would say no. They would say that my father told them I cheated. It was rough for a while.
My true love was the game. Even without the ability to challenge others I still played. But when I heard the news of the new season, I couldn't help but go. Even when my father told me I couldn't go. So I left. I needed more. More power, more freedom, more fighting. I was like an addicted crack head. It was never enough.
It was Malcolm who made me what I am today. When he looked me in the eyes he saw my true potential. "You." He said the first day of the draft. "I pick you." When I met up with the rest of the team I was amazed. They were all so much better than me. I didn't realize how much the game meant to me until that moment. It wasn't a game anymore. This was life. To these people it was all they had. The lust of battle was all they saw. It was... Awesome.
Malcolm's team trained harder than I ever thought possible. But I enjoyed it. Malcolm was the father I always wanted. Even though he never let me play in matches he always favored me. I soaked up everything he ever taught me. Though it was soon to come, the day I could no longer learn anything form Malcolm. It was time to form my own team.
And now here I am. About to be put on a random team. "Figment, Team..."
Today is the day of the Random Draft. The Random Draft is a new system created by the Unreal Administration to randomly create teams for the new season. Today we would all be put in a hat and drawn and be assembled. I can't wait to get started. The qualifying rounds had been so easy! Things weren't always this easy. Back when I was still Jim. Jim with no talent. Jim with no speed. Just Jim. I can still remember clearly...
"What in the blazes are you doing?" My father would scream at me. Yes, every time I trained with him that's all I would hear. The real aggravation was that I was winning. I always beat him. I was the best but nobody would believe me.
"Stop cheating and fight like a man" Yah, that's another one I used to hear. In my fathers book dodging was cheating, unless of course he was the one doing the dodging. When I challenged the neighbors they would say no. They would say that my father told them I cheated. It was rough for a while.
My true love was the game. Even without the ability to challenge others I still played. But when I heard the news of the new season, I couldn't help but go. Even when my father told me I couldn't go. So I left. I needed more. More power, more freedom, more fighting. I was like an addicted crack head. It was never enough.
It was Malcolm who made me what I am today. When he looked me in the eyes he saw my true potential. "You." He said the first day of the draft. "I pick you." When I met up with the rest of the team I was amazed. They were all so much better than me. I didn't realize how much the game meant to me until that moment. It wasn't a game anymore. This was life. To these people it was all they had. The lust of battle was all they saw. It was... Awesome.
Malcolm's team trained harder than I ever thought possible. But I enjoyed it. Malcolm was the father I always wanted. Even though he never let me play in matches he always favored me. I soaked up everything he ever taught me. Though it was soon to come, the day I could no longer learn anything form Malcolm. It was time to form my own team.
And now here I am. About to be put on a random team. "Figment, Team..."