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S77 PT #5: Trust Your Gut, Trust Your Game
Due: Sunday, July 14th @ 11:59 PM PST
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ec06aajRegistered Senior Member
Option 1: Simo would love to say that he has no pre-game rituals and that he thinks superstition is a crutch held onto by the weak-minded. This is a lie. For every single game since he turned about 15, Simo has eaten the same, very simple thing - a ham and cheese sandwich on pre-sliced white bread. It is nutritionally not worth discussing and it is a child's meal but that's superstition for you, and when he just can't find the bread it rattles him. He's yet to force Edmonton into doing anything out of the ordinary to keep him in meat and dairy but there was one member of the Falcons organisation who had, among the many jobs on their list, the responsibility to make sure Simo had everything he needed for the pre-game sandwich.
Until during the fateful Four Star playoffs during glorious Season 74. Quebec had just won twice to force a game six and the momentum felt like it was on their side, and Simo's sandwich supervisor was unexpectedly sick. The scramble to find the ingredients on the road turned up bread and cheese, but no ham...until into the murky darkness of a back-arena corridor approached a Mysterious Stranger, bearing a platter of cold cuts and offering them to Simo on the promise that, win or lose, Simo would go out of his way to physically brutalise as many of the Citadelles as he had plausible deniability for. Stuffing his sandwich with some fine capicola, Simo rammed the entire thing into his face and shook the stranger's hand, pledging to be as violent as Basil the Second after the Battle of Kleidion with slightly fewer blindings. The end result: A magnificent win for Detroit, a crashing loss for Quebec City and 27 PIM for Simo. Every one of them worth it. ![[Image: Skree.gif]](https://i.ibb.co/bgnm7fk/Skree.gif) ![[Image: xSn0esi.png]](https://i.imgur.com/xSn0esi.png) |
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