Any execution ideas for a SHSL soccer player?
This was it. The time had finally come for her to die and there was no escaping it.She had tried to shoot the winning goal for this twisted game to end only to have the ball bounce from the goal back to the field. This was it.
She heard her fellow students ask why sheād done it. Why sheād killed him and why she wanted out of this cursed school so badly. She couldnāt answer them, she could only smirk in response as if that said everything for her.
The black and white bear laughed joyfully and accepted the task of explaining everything for her. Sheād done it out of jealousy and despair, the two sins that went hand and hand.
Her and the victim were childhood friends, they had always done everything together including soccer. Inevitably, they were both invited to Hopeās Peak Academy as āSuper High School Levelā soccer players.
The girl was ecstatic at first, but she soon realized that it was a trap. It wasnāt because of the fact that their class was trapped in this place, but because she was now bound to be the āSuper High School Levelā soccer player. She couldnāt be anything else but that. Not only that, but she couldnāt be the only one with that title.
Everything just happened to work in her favor, the fact that he always followed her around and that they always did things together. It worked out perfectly.
But she could see now that it was the very reason she was caught.
Calmly she looked at the monochrome bear and saw him slam down the red button that sealed her fate.
The chain came from nowhere and wrapped around her, dragging her into the execution area. They soon dropped and stadium lights came on all around her, exposing the vast soccer field filled with Monobears. The ball dropped in front of her and she saw the two goals at either end. If she could score in the gaudy Monobear one she might be able to escape.
So she played. She played the game that bound her. The Monobears didnāt play fair, of course, and by the time she made it to the damned goal she was bleeding from various wounds caused by rocks, bullets, and spiked balls.
She drew her leg back, a small spark of hope bubbling inside of her. Thatās when she saw it, the soccer ball wasnāt a ball. During the scuffle the covering mustāve peeled off. Now she could see the countdown.
Bring the foot down faster!
An explosion. Then nothing.
Or something like that! I liked answering this question, Mr. Anon!
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