After a pretty standard game with the Raptors, Nystrom turned his phone back on and promptly heard it explode with text and twitter notifications. Usually this would have meant his mother was trying to reach him to voice her opinion on his excess of penalty minutes or random explosion for a four-point game, depending on the game and what had just happened, but this evening's match with the Citadelles had been mostly uneventful. Three hits, plus one, no points; a decent outing but nothing worth blowing up his phone about.


When he checked the source of the notifications, he found that someone had stolen his credit card information, made numerous purchases of illegal firearms and BadDragon products, then posted the receipts on twitter. This person, assuming it was the same person and not a partner in crime, posted the receipts under their own account, but stated that they were Nystrom's receipts found in a data leak. The self-styled leaker had tagged the Swedish Police in his tweets.


The first thing Nystrom did was call his credit card company, dispute all such charges, and cancel the card. The second thing he did was call his lawyer.


Within the hour, the lawyer had provided him with a pre-written tweet denying everything and linking an identity theft awareness charity, which Nystrom then posted and went to sleep. Soda and Toks were sure to spend the next few weeks roasting the shit out of him, and all he wondered was which of his teammates would inevitably hide a genuine BadDragon product in his stall.


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