"Of course, the first thing we did when we got word of who we were going to face was meeting this sort of spiritual guru that could figure out anything. He insisted that we should go gather any kind of lucky amulet we could find, which was easier said than done at the end of the day. I basically asked all my friends if they could help me find things to bring to the game and they ended up coming through with... a lot of things, really. There was only one real downside: the process of getting to the game was made ridiculously hard as I wore an additional hundred pounds of trinkets around me. According to my friends, it was like an alien from Doctor Who somehow ended up in the middle of Nevada. Made even funnier that said alien was supposed to be playing Left Winger for the Battleborn in a couple of hours."

A regular Irishman's guide towards a hockey career - HARRIER, Anton; KNACKER, Skeano. 2035.