...all is quiet in the Locker Room for the Detroit Rampage before the second Pre Season game versus the FantasyFanbase All-Stars as everyone begins to filter into the Stadium to get ready for kickoff time and the regular Coaching Staff's motivationsl speeches before the game. Everyone's just now arriving, except one Mo Faka, season 3's star Cornerback for the Rampage. For those who're not yet accustomed to his ways, he seems rather drawn to himself, and not very audible. For those who know him well, his teammates from the last two seasons, well...they know quite different...
...the second man to enter the Stadium is the new star Quarterback, and recently aquired Free Agent that's making headlines simply by signing, Hood Lum. He feels confident in his ability to win this game, and has been happy with his teammates thus far it would seem - but today he's in for a bit of a surprise, as are a few others. On his way in, he stops for some fans who've arrived super early for today's game to get a few autographs from teh guys before they start to get too focused on their task at hand that they don't feel like taking time out for signing pieces of paper, and only want to think about their opponents...
Small Boy: "WOW! It's Hood Lum! Can I have your autograph?!"
Lum: "Sure, kid...you got a pen?"
Small Boy: "I sure do!"
...as the boy passes a black marker and an autographbook his father hands him over to the star Quarterback, Hood Lum begins to scribble his John Hancock onto the pad...
Lum: "...what's yer name little man?"
Small Boy: "Johnny!"
...Hood Lum finishes signing the autograph, personalized for the boy, who's ecstatic by now, and shakes the father's hand, before excusing himself and heads down teh corridors towards teh home team's locker room area...
...once he gets to the entrance to the Locker Room, he steps inside, around teh corner, looking at some of the accolades from the Rampage's earlier seasons, and pictures of the team members from past glory days, as well as the Playoff berth from last season's plaque - the first ever in Rampage history. Suddenly, as he's walking inside just around the first corner, he stops in his tracks as a small pool of crimson is gathered just in front of him on the floor...
Lum: "...what the...is that...blo---"
...he halts in mid-thought as a splatter of crimson hits his right forearm, and he looks upwards suddenly, more splatterings hitting his forehead as he steps back quickly to avoid more droplets falling - his eyes as wide as saucers now, and he lets out a yell...
Lum: "WHAT THE FU--WHAT IS THAT?!"
...just then, he hears a masculine shriek that echoes in the Locker Room from the back area. He takes another step back, only to find that he now bumps into something. Turning around suddenly he sees the disembodied heads of about 20 chickens dangling at eye-level to him around the side of the entrance wall...
Lum: "AAH! WHAT THE FUCK?!"
...and then, the unimaginable - if the pig hanging from the rafters and it's throat slit wide open to bleed it out, and the chicken heads hanging and bumping into him weren't bad enough, a bald tribal-looking man comes leaping from within the darkened locker room at him, screaming in a foreign tongue and hopping around wearing a tooth necklace and tribal clothing, with an ashen-colored skull smeared on his face. It's obviously, if anyone has seen this before, Mo Faka. Faka begins circling the new Quarterback, seemingly chanting, and shaking hot wax from a recently blown out candle onto Hood Lum's face and body...
Lum: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"
...just then, Mitch Bade comes wandering into the locker room area, only to see Mo Faka circling and screaming at their new Quarterback and a small grin comes over his features, shaking his head. Mo Faka finally breaks his assault off, and goes hoppingly-dancing back itno the dark sector of the locker room that no-one dares tread, and is basically Faka's sanctuary in there...
Bade: "Hey man...what's up?"
Lum: "What's up? WHAT'S UP?! ARE YOU PEOPLE INSANE?! WHO WAS THAT?!"
...Mitch Bade casually walks over to his desegnated locker, and opens it up, tossing his duffel bag inside...
Bade: "Oh, that's just Mo Faka, the Cornerback...he's kinda weird, but you'll get used to it. Oh, welcome to the team...I think you've just been...initiated..."
...the stunned, blood-smattered, wax splattered, shock-riddled Quarterback simply stands slack-jawed as Mitch seems to not even be bothered by the recent events that've taken place...
Lum: "...what the hell kind of team...is this..."
...the second man to enter the Stadium is the new star Quarterback, and recently aquired Free Agent that's making headlines simply by signing, Hood Lum. He feels confident in his ability to win this game, and has been happy with his teammates thus far it would seem - but today he's in for a bit of a surprise, as are a few others. On his way in, he stops for some fans who've arrived super early for today's game to get a few autographs from teh guys before they start to get too focused on their task at hand that they don't feel like taking time out for signing pieces of paper, and only want to think about their opponents...
Small Boy: "WOW! It's Hood Lum! Can I have your autograph?!"
Lum: "Sure, kid...you got a pen?"
Small Boy: "I sure do!"
...as the boy passes a black marker and an autographbook his father hands him over to the star Quarterback, Hood Lum begins to scribble his John Hancock onto the pad...
Lum: "...what's yer name little man?"
Small Boy: "Johnny!"
...Hood Lum finishes signing the autograph, personalized for the boy, who's ecstatic by now, and shakes the father's hand, before excusing himself and heads down teh corridors towards teh home team's locker room area...
...once he gets to the entrance to the Locker Room, he steps inside, around teh corner, looking at some of the accolades from the Rampage's earlier seasons, and pictures of the team members from past glory days, as well as the Playoff berth from last season's plaque - the first ever in Rampage history. Suddenly, as he's walking inside just around the first corner, he stops in his tracks as a small pool of crimson is gathered just in front of him on the floor...
Lum: "...what the...is that...blo---"
...he halts in mid-thought as a splatter of crimson hits his right forearm, and he looks upwards suddenly, more splatterings hitting his forehead as he steps back quickly to avoid more droplets falling - his eyes as wide as saucers now, and he lets out a yell...
Lum: "WHAT THE FU--WHAT IS THAT?!"
...just then, he hears a masculine shriek that echoes in the Locker Room from the back area. He takes another step back, only to find that he now bumps into something. Turning around suddenly he sees the disembodied heads of about 20 chickens dangling at eye-level to him around the side of the entrance wall...
Lum: "AAH! WHAT THE FUCK?!"
...and then, the unimaginable - if the pig hanging from the rafters and it's throat slit wide open to bleed it out, and the chicken heads hanging and bumping into him weren't bad enough, a bald tribal-looking man comes leaping from within the darkened locker room at him, screaming in a foreign tongue and hopping around wearing a tooth necklace and tribal clothing, with an ashen-colored skull smeared on his face. It's obviously, if anyone has seen this before, Mo Faka. Faka begins circling the new Quarterback, seemingly chanting, and shaking hot wax from a recently blown out candle onto Hood Lum's face and body...
Lum: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"
...just then, Mitch Bade comes wandering into the locker room area, only to see Mo Faka circling and screaming at their new Quarterback and a small grin comes over his features, shaking his head. Mo Faka finally breaks his assault off, and goes hoppingly-dancing back itno the dark sector of the locker room that no-one dares tread, and is basically Faka's sanctuary in there...
Bade: "Hey man...what's up?"
Lum: "What's up? WHAT'S UP?! ARE YOU PEOPLE INSANE?! WHO WAS THAT?!"
...Mitch Bade casually walks over to his desegnated locker, and opens it up, tossing his duffel bag inside...
Bade: "Oh, that's just Mo Faka, the Cornerback...he's kinda weird, but you'll get used to it. Oh, welcome to the team...I think you've just been...initiated..."
...the stunned, blood-smattered, wax splattered, shock-riddled Quarterback simply stands slack-jawed as Mitch seems to not even be bothered by the recent events that've taken place...
Lum: "...what the hell kind of team...is this..."
