Post by Soundwave on Jul 1, 2014 22:21:31 GMT -6
Where to begin?
Where to begin?
Maybe at the beginning? Then there was light. Or maybe we should ffwd to the end of last season. The end that didn't go exactly as planned. We had at least hoped for a division crown. But the game with it's usual ways denied us once more. Maybe the gods will shine a light upon us one day. Or maybe, just maybe, we are more battle tested from the hard road we have had to endure the past few seasons. We come to you now a humbled representation of what we once were. The pride we carried has been ripped from us like the ocean taking back the land that one belonged to it. But we are here. Most of us anyways.
There were some losses along the road.
Magic was lost due to dysentery (or HIV). Barkley was lost to rigor mortis. And Anthony was lost to the trickster demon of Roanoke. But we have made some new friends along the way. Our search for the SF to anchor this team into the future did not take very long. Bryon Russell was found in our travels through Dallas. And he came with additional stopping power in the form of Horace Grant. But the worst was yet to come..........
As we entered the draft we were blind to the perils that lay ahead. We made way our way through towns and collected the best weapons available unknowing that perhaps we had left behind a more important piece. Then, after entering the gates of Roanoke, the demon reared his ugly head. The ambush sent shockwaves throughout the league. We fought hard to exorcise the demon but his his cunning and hubris were too much for even us to survive intact. We lost a man that day. It was a sacrifice we had to make for the rest of the group to survive. And survive we did. Never to look back. Weary from this travel, we rested upon the foothills of the glistening white city of Toronto. Our home was in sight, until a great blue light blinded us as an angel appeared. The angel spoke with the determination of one that had once fought back the devil himself. He offered his help to carry us on home and gave gifts of assists and scores of steals in threes. He vowed to help win the battle if we believed in the training set forth by the sim gods themselves. That day an army was formed. And now we await the war. Demons beware.
Where to begin?
Maybe at the beginning? Then there was light. Or maybe we should ffwd to the end of last season. The end that didn't go exactly as planned. We had at least hoped for a division crown. But the game with it's usual ways denied us once more. Maybe the gods will shine a light upon us one day. Or maybe, just maybe, we are more battle tested from the hard road we have had to endure the past few seasons. We come to you now a humbled representation of what we once were. The pride we carried has been ripped from us like the ocean taking back the land that one belonged to it. But we are here. Most of us anyways.
There were some losses along the road.
Magic was lost due to dysentery (or HIV). Barkley was lost to rigor mortis. And Anthony was lost to the trickster demon of Roanoke. But we have made some new friends along the way. Our search for the SF to anchor this team into the future did not take very long. Bryon Russell was found in our travels through Dallas. And he came with additional stopping power in the form of Horace Grant. But the worst was yet to come..........
As we entered the draft we were blind to the perils that lay ahead. We made way our way through towns and collected the best weapons available unknowing that perhaps we had left behind a more important piece. Then, after entering the gates of Roanoke, the demon reared his ugly head. The ambush sent shockwaves throughout the league. We fought hard to exorcise the demon but his his cunning and hubris were too much for even us to survive intact. We lost a man that day. It was a sacrifice we had to make for the rest of the group to survive. And survive we did. Never to look back. Weary from this travel, we rested upon the foothills of the glistening white city of Toronto. Our home was in sight, until a great blue light blinded us as an angel appeared. The angel spoke with the determination of one that had once fought back the devil himself. He offered his help to carry us on home and gave gifts of assists and scores of steals in threes. He vowed to help win the battle if we believed in the training set forth by the sim gods themselves. That day an army was formed. And now we await the war. Demons beware.
