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**OnlineHost** You have entered the Remote Pacific Northwest chatroom. |
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**OnlineHost** PECOTA is in full uniform, lying in a tent he fashioned out of a pole, two trees, and a blanket, staring straight upward at the stars. |
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PECOTA: LORD CREATOR!, I AM IN NEED OF GUIDANCE
/blows pan flute |
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PECOTA: THE SUN SETS ON ANOTHER YEAR; AND IT IS NOT THE FROST I FEAR.
AGAIN THE BLACK OF WINTER WANED TO THE ROYAL BLUE OF SPRING AND SUMMER!, AGAIN I FAILED THEM, AGAIN WE DWELLED THE CELLAR |
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PECOTA: AND LAY I HERE IN FROZEN GRASS!, BUT 'TIS NOT THE GRASS THAT MAKES ME CHILL
TIS ANOTHER AUTUMN OF WELL-WORN PINSTRIPES AND FOLDED ROYAL BLUE THAT MAKES ME ILL! |
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PECOTA: AND LAY I HERE IN A PINEWOOD MAZE OF TWISTS AND ALL-ABOUTS
BUT I AM LOST ONLY BY MY WRETCHED, POINTED DOUBTS |
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PECOTA: SO LORD! SENT ME A MESSENGER WHO CARRIES FORTH YOUR VOICE
FOR THIS JERSEY IS GROWS HEAVY AND MY EYES! ARE GROWING MOIST! |
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**OnlineHost** The nearby campfire erupts in blue flame. |
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allard_back_youngun: PECOTA! |
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PECOTA: THE ALLARD BAIRD! IT ISN'T POSSIBLE! |
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allard_back_youngun: I have been granted brief reprieve from the enormous Kauffman Stadium wild-card celebration in the sky to impart something of great importance! |
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PECOTA: TELL HITHER |
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allard_back_youngun: The Royals' decade-plus of rebuilding has reached a capstone, it appears! For fifteen years we have saved, and skimped, and sacrificed! We gave away Johnny Damon Jermaine Dye and Carlos Beltran, and signed nobody of significance, all in preparation for this very day!!! |
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PECOTA: TEASE NOT MINE COBALT HEART
TELL! ME MORE |
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allard_back_youngun: I haven't details. I know only that they are using all their horded riches to sign a free agent that will usher in a new golden age! |
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allard_back_youngun: Make haste, Pecota! Make haste to Kansas City and witness the dawn of another day! |
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PECOTA: QUICKLY! BIKE! NO TIME! TO! LOSE
¡YAH! |
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PECOTASBIKE: vvvvVVVREEEEEEEM |
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**OnlineHost** You have entered the Kansas City Royals Front Office chatroom. |
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IGotInShapeSoImDaytonMoore: Pecota! Glad you could make it. It's a pleasure to meet you, I've heard so much about you. I understand you were very close with the last GM, Allard Baird, who got his head bit off by a bear. |
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PECOTA: HE WAS IMMOLATED BY YOUR BOSS WHO IS AN EVIL EARTH-DEMON |
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IGotInShapeSoImDaytonMoore: Hm. Well I heard he got his head bit off by a bear.
Anyway, I'm pleased to introduce the future of the Kansas City Royals! |
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PECOTA: /quivers in anticipation |
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**OnlineHost** GilgaMeche has entered the chatroom. |
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GilgaMeche: hi guys |
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IGotInShapeSoImDaytonMoore: Hi, Gil! I think your career 4 point whatever ERA and completely unspectacular statistics will be a great fit. You were a great way to rid us of all that troubleshooting "rebuilding capital". Seriously, $44 million? Do you guys have any ideas of how much that weighs? |
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IGotInShapeSoImDaytonMoore: Well, I'm off to spend the $10 I have left on reconstructing our major league-worst farm system. |
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**OnlineHost** IGotInShapeSoImDaytonMoore has left the chatroom. |
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PECOTA: /incredulous |
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PECOTA: I
I DON'T
I JUST DON'T |
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PECOTA: /weeps blue tears |
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whineglass: /emerges from shadows
p o o r p e c o t a |
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PECOTA: NO; NO!!! AWAY! GET AWAY |
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whineglass: i t ' s o k a y t o c r y
p e c o t a a a a |
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PECOTA: I CAN'T ! ... I JUST CANNOT!!!
/cries in anguish |
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whineglass: /embraces with bony, emaciated fingers
n o w y o u c r y p e c o t a a a
n o w y o u h a v e l o o s s s s t |
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PECOTA: I DID! THE BEST I COULD! |
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whineglass: n o w y o u f e e l t h e
c o l d h o p e l e s s n e s s |
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whineglass: d o n ' t r e s i s t i t
i t f e e l s l i k e s i n k i n g i n t o
a w a r m b a a a a t h |
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PECOTA: IT CAN'T BE
it can't be |
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whineglass: a n d y e t i t i s s s |
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PECOTA: /collapses in sobbing heap |
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GilgaMeche: awkwarrrrd |
