If a battle royale were to occur in the Manhattan Rage locker room, they sure as shit would regret drafting [Name Redacted]. As a junior, [Name Redacted] constantly asked to have his aggression turned up all the way as he wanted an even higher body count. Multiple times his coaches had to confiscate weapons that he had hidden under his pads as he made his way out of the tunnel and onto the ice for a game. He literally had to change his name because he was “killing tens of thousands aof [sic] people.” You don’t just drop someone with that kind of body count into a locker room battle royale. On top of that, by virtue of being a goalie, he gets a de facto armor advantage over everyone else, plus a bunch of extra places to hide extra knives, guns, and grenades. Mark my words, [Name Redacted] will be eating so much chicken dinner he will grow feathers.