1) +3 TPE, hopefully
Victor Helstrom and my verification word is "900", like usual. Well, it's a number, but you know what I mean.

12) +3 TPE
Here we go.

18) +2 TPE
I'm assuming this means I'm not getting godlike powers to just bring someone back into activity, because honestly, the first thing I thought of was a resurrection. Since I think this would be perhaps not what you intended (and quite frankly, it would probably be pretty awkward), I'll go with someone I remember from my first run at the SHL - BDonini, I have no idea if you're reading this and honestly, I dunno how you're doing right now but I miss ya. And I hope you're doing well, wherever you are, whatever you're dealing with. I'd probably want our old leader back, aye. Fun person, good friend, definitively my pick to ask for a return - as long as they're fine, at least.

19) +3 TPE
Ever since waking up that morning, the Pillmaster was having a pretty rough time. He wasn't exactly sure where he was, the area around him looked pretty archaic, touches of Gothic building with Renaissance Era glass panels. Possibly a church, but he wasn't totally sure about it, the lack of imagery that would befit such a building made it uncertain. It also didn't help that there was plenty of high-tech apparel over there. The only face he could tell he knew of was Anton Harrier's, the Nevada player.

Harrier: So, do you get what I told you?
Pillmaster: N-Not entirely, friend.
Harrier: We know you've had an easy time getting into the league and you managed to pass on pills to plenty of people. So we're offering you a deal to not just out you to the authorities - we want you to make loads of pills using a formula we've created dozens of years ago to test if people have demon blood or not.
Pillmaster: T-That's non-sense, yes?
Harrier: Says the person with pills to make someone as popular as a K-Pop star.
Pillmaster: Fair, friend, no need to get aggressive...
Harrier: You've seen me aggressive, you remember what Kasumitsu and I did to that succubus.
Pillmaster: N-Not really, I left before I saw the fate of the horned miss.
Harrier: We sent her to... Brazil.
Pillmaster: Y-YOU GOT A DEAL!

20) +3 TPE
Harrier sighed as he looked at the television. He could see it clearly, the Manhattan Rage were the SHL champions, breaking domination from the likes of the Hamilton Steelhawks in a clean fashion. Sure, the team had to acquire pieces from abroad to do so, but he was in a mix of satisfaction and disappointment. He was happy that they were able to reach even bigger success than they expected with him as a member - he had to leave the sport prematurely to focus on a career of demon hunting - but the rowdy bunch they hired with the money they didn't blow on him (who had been nicknamed by the media as the Fishy Four, represented by the same agent that had once teamed up with Anton himself) just didn't fit his idea of quality.

First, there was the Dutch guy, Sunrise van de Schubbekuteveen (VHL). From what he could gather, the player was a Dutch noble but his family's lands were restricted to a village in Zeeland. He had married a Mexican girl that once taught him Spanish and his sister, Mooncalf, was best known as a D-Movie Queen. Skill-wise, the guy was mean, slick and packed quite a punch - he broke the jaws of three players during fights but he brought results.

Second, there was his favourite wrestler now turned hockey player, Sunny Day Holiday (Rink of Honor). Say what you will but the guy lived his gimmick pretty well: his media conferences often alluded to higher-ups of unknown nature, he still referred to himself as a native of Makai (which the media never humoured, saying he was just an American) and he wasn't above using the Mist to beat opponents to pucks. Funnily enough, he was very good in assists, so Harrier at least could tell they had that similarity.

Third, there was Marluxia Ritterdernacht (QSL, no link), a Swiss miss that... well, he was pretty sure of this, she's a witch. A pretty good witch as well, loved by fans and media, often dazzling on the ice as she apparently did on Quidditch. Legend has it that she was a seeker, according to some of his friends, but she had since gone into hockey for fun and it apparently suited her well.

Fourth and finally, they had a Center - Archembald Bernstein (WSBL). Heir to a rich aeronautical company from Germany and known for being a very cold individual but also very effective. Few people dared to mess with him - Alex Wright, he definitively wasn't. Still, that group was good enough for a title, it seemed. He was happy... but he still wished he was there.

21) +2 TPE
So, you want an honest opinion of your work on PT-dom? I mean, I'm not really known for being a particularly good judge on the quality of people's efforts as I'm too nice and all but sure, I think I can try it out. If it's an open floor to properly give some sort of reply, I think the option of writing a more normal PT via different prompts helped things - mostly because some of your more out-there stuff kinda push towards the territory of the awkward and whatnot. I'm fine with anything because I'm already used to writing weird things and dealing with colourful characters (comes with the territory of being Brazilian, I guess) but I could see this being an issue with others.

Still, note that this isn't some sort of criticism, it's mostly acknowledging a situation that has been pretty much solved as is. So keep at it, I guess. I appreciate the weird stuff if it helps.