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And here's part three of the Record Saga of Sterling Bengtzing! All set for a nice, smooth start t get a Guinness World Record.
All part of the
furrybasketball universe!
All the dialogue in this piece is to be ICly in Swedish.
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August 11th. Stallarholmen, Sweden.
Viking Lagerström looked at his television set; miffed, annoyed, angsty, but determined, a plan in his mind and a glint in his eye. The white badger quickly grabbed his phone, typing on the screen, sending message after message.
“This is not over, Bengtzing…”
Gothenburg, 3:00 PM
“Yes dad… yes… we’re gonna start soon, at 5...Okay, thank ya… Älskar dig...” Sterling hung up on Ferdinand, proceeding to check the messages from his friends and rivals.
“The car’s fueled up and we are ready to go, cousin!” Roland, the shorter marbled polecat said to Sterling. “And the dude arrived up!” both mustelids looking up at the Guinness World Record Staffer, a coyote dressed in the line between casual and formal looking in his late thirties, bearing a stopwatch and a smartphone, offering the mustelids a handshake each.
“Mr. Bengtzing, really pleased to meet you!” the canine said, in an accent that definitely did not pin him to Sweden. “I’m Alessio Rossi, your adjudicator and companion for the next 24 hours. Confirmed my fair share of attempts ever since I used to work back in Lo Show Dei Record in Italy, and even more afterwards…”
“So you gonna sit there, all pretty and takin’ notes, Al?” Sterling asked, looking up to the canine, unsure how much collaborative he was going to be.
“And assuring you don’t break rules and that you’re ok by the fifteen stops.” Alessio replied, looking at the small crowd next to the court in a distance. “I see we are soon to start, I will go ahead and confirm the participants of this first leg and talk to the media appointed to follow us. Best of luck, Mr. Bengtzing”
“You just concentrate on driving up and we will make it happen. You’re the backbone of all of us, Roland, I picked ya for a reason!” Sterling said.
“Cousin, this is easy shit. I once did 36 hours without shuteye AND this car is one of the best fucking things I ever rode!” Roland grinned. “Any shit happens, I double as a doc and as a repairman. This record is as good as ours!”
Sterling nodded, giving his cousin a one armed hug after a rough handshake. “Let’s make Swedish history!”
The small court quickly got crowded, the television cameras and staffers of Kanal 5 set in filming the court, fixing the lighting and interviewing the players in question invited to participate. Sterling’s team and their designed opponents walked up to the court, the only distinguishing feature to differentiate being a blue armband for those playing with Sterling, or a yellow one to define the rivaling team. On the opposing side, a four piece team of young males stood anxious, waiting to start, while the trio of shapely females in the mustelid’s team checked their surroundings. They were all lookers, yet the crowd focused on the russet-colored otter. Renate Lundhammar decided to be a bit more daring, her ensemble consisting of tight gymwear, a sports bra and a figure-fitting pair of leggings, showing exactly why she made it through the swimsuit round at Miss Universe with relative ease. Soon enough, the marbled polecat entered the court, the crowd cheering loudly, as the players took their positions. Sterling commented about how his outfit of cargo shorts and a sleeveless hoodie equaled as “the cheap, raggedy outfit every streetballer finds its talent with at first”.
“Sweden, I know you got a ton of hidden talent and more than enough to put you in a map, and when leagues or camps don’t cut it, you sometimes gotta do shit yourself!” the mustelid laughed along the crowd. The clock quickly going towards the time to begin the stunt, Sterling making his say to the center of the court. “It’s going to be some hellish 24 hours, but so much worth it for these young people who feel this strongly about the sport, and there will be plenty of rewards for the most passionate and impressive. You know the rules and the deal, best to 21, three pointers worth two, normal shots one, you go over 21, you lose. Time to make history! Let the Route to Tokyo… begin!” the polecat yelled, throwing the basketball on to the air. It was an unabashed display of raw talent from the get go, the polecat working perfectly with his companions despite not knowing them before. Sterling hasn’t felt this level of playing in a very long time: There were no critics, no outside voices, nothing on the line… it was the first time he felt that fun of playing again, in a completely supporting environment for a change; both sides admiring his knowledge and reciprocating with a laser guided focus and a more dynamic demeanor.
The disclaimers in the athlete’s participation campaign did say he was gonna go all the way in his style of game, and he didn’t cut slack to the new guys, forcing some strong blocks on Dan Davour, a young giraffe much taller than him. The youngsters did their part to show they had promise and bite, with Rasmus Ludvigsson daring to go up in the air and sacrifice his body against the polecat’s for a shot, or the polecat’s own teammate Dominique opting for risky shots that paid off immensely. Even the Miss Sweden was feeling the heat of the game, the otter sending a pesky defender Rasmus to the ground and opting for a shot of her own. The polecat was taking mental notes on everyone through the game.
The audience cheered on as Freja dribbled close to the polecat, only needing one more shot for their team to win it all. She could have passed, but she opted to close up the game on her own, distracting her defender, and letting the final shot fly, bouncing precariously until it sank, giving Sterling and the ladies the victory.
A) Gothenburg (5:00 PM)
Team 1:
Sterling Bengtzing
Renate Lundhammar
Freja Sissing
Dominique Hörnquist
Team 2:
Rasmus Ludvigsson
Robin Fredriksson
Dan Davour
Asghar Amiri
Result: 21-17, Sterling’s team
The crowd went wild with the exciting game, Sterling receiving hugs from his teammates and rivals alike. As it was said in his disclaimer, he would pad up his 45-minute time slots in each city with an examination of the players in question, some rousing words and advice from a star athlete sealing their deal and passion over the sport.
“Freja, you got something special in ya babe. Keep that risk mentality, because it’s paying off.” Sterling nodded, the younger skunk elated, the youngsters listening well. “Rasmus, be less afraid, I’m sure bulking up will help you with that, if you got something in mind, do it. Renate… hell, if you want a future in this, you can get it.” Sterling winked at the Miss Sweden, knowing it wouldn’t be the last time he heard from her on this trip. “Overall, if this sets the tone of what Sweden has in store, then we are in great paws in the future and we will revolutionize the Basketball world.” he closed, the cheers intensifying.
“YES BENGTZING!” Rasmus shouted, encouraging an applause from the others. As the time was nearing its end, the polecat rushed to the luxury Volvo his sponsors secured him; Roland driving and Alessio om shotgun, leaving the space all in the back for the tall polecat to rest on. Renate sprinted quick to the van.
“One for the way…” she said, giving the athlete a peck on the lips, the wooing and whistling imminent and the polecat’s tail shooting up, nodding at the otter.
“Thanks for the time Gothenburg, you fucking rock! Let’s get that fucking record!” Sterling shouted, as the van made its way out of the city, the Kanal 5 crew following suit.
“So, you got her all crazy for you cousin, huh?” Roland smirked from the driver’s seat.
“Ya fucking bet, Roland!” Sterling laughed out loud, “When I win this and she returns to Stockholm, it’ll be some nights to fucking remember…” he smiled, reminiscing of that one night they both unabashedly went at it.
“Be careful, cuz else they will make it up as your girlfriend!” Roland replied, both polecat in a laughing fit.
“At this rate, we will be done in no time, Mr. Bengtzing!” Alessio smiled, looking at the banter of the two cousins. It wasn’t too long until they arrived to their second stop in Borås, meeting up with the players to take part soon, the mustelid stretching his muscles up.
“Mr. Bengtzing?” one of the players, a shorter pine marten by the name of Roy Jarkvist went up to the polecat before the game started, “Um… I just want to say… you have been an insane inspiration to me and my friends. You tell all of us to stay true to ourselves and just act how we want…” the Pine Marten’s fidgeted nervously, as he gifted a rainbow flag signed with names and rousing messages to Sterling. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have come out, and I wouldn’t be as happy and in peace as I am today, tack så mycket…” Roy said awkwardly, looking away, not knowing how the hardened mustelid would react.
Sterling felt somewhat weirded out, but in a good way. “Appreciate the honesty, and chin up, man. If my message got to you in this way, then more fucking power to ya. This is what I wanna hear.” he smiled, unfolding the flag and reading it up. The fidgeting and star-struckness wasn’t missed by the taller mustelid, giving him a wild idea. “Imma tell you this: Your team wins this game, not only would you get closer to the Stormvind bootcamp spot... I’ll kiss ya straight on the mouth.” Sterling replied, the marten laughing and feeling flustered, his reaction letting Sterling know how he felt of the idea. “I’m dead serious, if it serves to motivate yer ass to play well, as much as it motivated ya before to come out, then this should be a breeze. Now let’s make this a good game, shall we?” the mustelid asked, giving the flag to Roland for storage and getting in position for a new game. It was another solid display of young talent and unabashed basketball. Alas, the kiss wasn’t meant to be.
B) Borås (6:35 P.M)
Team 1:
Sterling Bengtzing
Torbjörn Samuelsson
Jan-Inge Jernberg
Team 2:
Camilla Ståhl
Roy Jarkvist
Henrik Nyhammar
Result: 21-16, Sterling’s team
“I feel you’re a more calculated bunch, your tasks going forward is to be less ‘How do I want to play with?’ and more ‘How do I own the fucking court in my own fucking amazing way?’ ja? Camila, Roy, keep the distance, cuz it’s shaping that you’ll be awesome at threes...” the group laughing and wishing the polecat well in his next stop.
“What do ya think the FBA will feel about the gay kiss thing?” Alessio couldn’t help to snicker at the thought of the hypermacho player relenting to that bet. “It’s whatever, they know I’m not on that market and well, it ain’t a fucking big deal.”
Alessio looked at him, surprised. “Vad? We Swedes are liberal about it. And I know my gay following is bigger than even that of fucking Morgan’s or Rocky’s! Well... my following in general is bigger than both of them!” Sterling howled in laughter, as they reached their third stop. “Jonköping, let’s fucking go!” Sterling yelled in a metal growl style, rousing the players involved, the excited gang immediately going at it, this time the opposing ones playing much more aggressively, trying to be the first team to win over the polecat’s team.
C) Jönköping (8:30 P.M)
Team 1:
Sterling Bengtzing
Harry Lindbom
Elias Rågby
Team 2:
Elliot Römpke
Emil Jansson
Kalle Forsberg
21-17, Sterling’s team
As Sterling gave his in-depth review of the players, Roland noticed his cousin’s phone buzzing with an unknown number. But considering the amount of publicity and the thing he was doing, he let it pass, knowing it could have been just fans or…
“You’re just too fucking scared to play against me, you had to reject me from taking part in this! No woner you flunked the championship!”
“Geez, some furs don’t get over shit.” Roland shook his head, his cousin and the adjudicator rushing to the embellished car, starting their long route to their next city.
Halfway to Nässjö
“We are KILLING it!” Sterling exclaimed, looking over his messages, nodding at the celebratory ones and the news headlines. But as he passed through the messages, a popup from the recent ones made his world collapse.
“We are cancelling the game. - Nässjo city council...”
“Roland, stop the car. ROLAND STOP THE FUCKING CAR!” he yelled, the fellow marbled polecat stopping abruptly pulling over in the middle of the street, making a hectic phone call to the number that sent the message.
“Answer, ANSWER!” Sterling desperately tapped his phone.
“What’s going on?” the adjudicator asked Sterling.
“NÄSSJÖ PULLED THE FUCKING PLUG ON M- WHAT’S GOING ON?!” His answer cut short as the call was finally answered, some long chatter on the other side going on.
“AND YOU FUCKING TELL ME THAT NOW?! FUCK OFF!” Sterling yelled on the silent road “JÄVLA FAN!” Sterling tossed his phone to the grass, grabbing his head in anxiety, sitting on the ground.
“Alessio, what do we do now?” Roland asked, worried of his cousin.
“I’m not sure, I don’t think it’ll affect much other than dropping the number down to 14, but I need to call to make sure. In some cases, we had to drop the attempt entirely... I’m… gonna call the office...” Alessio replied to the exasperated polecat. Roland’s heart sank; he knew how much Sterling wanted this. He opted to not say more information that could distress his cousin further. “The dude’s speaking to the offices, will tell us what to do next…” Roland commented.
“This really can’t fucking fail… This really…” The polecat tucked his head on his lap, his hands twisting in frustration. Roland could only watch his cousin grow more and more despondent, patting his back in return, sitting by his side on the ground, feeling him trying not to cry.
D) Nässjö (9:50 P.M)
Team 1:
Sterling Bengtzing
Katrina Nilström
Team 2:
Ralf Mortensen
Thomas Lindberg
Cancelled
All part of the
furrybasketball universe!All the dialogue in this piece is to be ICly in Swedish.
============================
August 11th. Stallarholmen, Sweden.
Viking Lagerström looked at his television set; miffed, annoyed, angsty, but determined, a plan in his mind and a glint in his eye. The white badger quickly grabbed his phone, typing on the screen, sending message after message.
“This is not over, Bengtzing…”
Gothenburg, 3:00 PM
“Yes dad… yes… we’re gonna start soon, at 5...Okay, thank ya… Älskar dig...” Sterling hung up on Ferdinand, proceeding to check the messages from his friends and rivals.
“The car’s fueled up and we are ready to go, cousin!” Roland, the shorter marbled polecat said to Sterling. “And the dude arrived up!” both mustelids looking up at the Guinness World Record Staffer, a coyote dressed in the line between casual and formal looking in his late thirties, bearing a stopwatch and a smartphone, offering the mustelids a handshake each.
“Mr. Bengtzing, really pleased to meet you!” the canine said, in an accent that definitely did not pin him to Sweden. “I’m Alessio Rossi, your adjudicator and companion for the next 24 hours. Confirmed my fair share of attempts ever since I used to work back in Lo Show Dei Record in Italy, and even more afterwards…”
“So you gonna sit there, all pretty and takin’ notes, Al?” Sterling asked, looking up to the canine, unsure how much collaborative he was going to be.
“And assuring you don’t break rules and that you’re ok by the fifteen stops.” Alessio replied, looking at the small crowd next to the court in a distance. “I see we are soon to start, I will go ahead and confirm the participants of this first leg and talk to the media appointed to follow us. Best of luck, Mr. Bengtzing”
“You just concentrate on driving up and we will make it happen. You’re the backbone of all of us, Roland, I picked ya for a reason!” Sterling said.
“Cousin, this is easy shit. I once did 36 hours without shuteye AND this car is one of the best fucking things I ever rode!” Roland grinned. “Any shit happens, I double as a doc and as a repairman. This record is as good as ours!”
Sterling nodded, giving his cousin a one armed hug after a rough handshake. “Let’s make Swedish history!”
The small court quickly got crowded, the television cameras and staffers of Kanal 5 set in filming the court, fixing the lighting and interviewing the players in question invited to participate. Sterling’s team and their designed opponents walked up to the court, the only distinguishing feature to differentiate being a blue armband for those playing with Sterling, or a yellow one to define the rivaling team. On the opposing side, a four piece team of young males stood anxious, waiting to start, while the trio of shapely females in the mustelid’s team checked their surroundings. They were all lookers, yet the crowd focused on the russet-colored otter. Renate Lundhammar decided to be a bit more daring, her ensemble consisting of tight gymwear, a sports bra and a figure-fitting pair of leggings, showing exactly why she made it through the swimsuit round at Miss Universe with relative ease. Soon enough, the marbled polecat entered the court, the crowd cheering loudly, as the players took their positions. Sterling commented about how his outfit of cargo shorts and a sleeveless hoodie equaled as “the cheap, raggedy outfit every streetballer finds its talent with at first”.
“Sweden, I know you got a ton of hidden talent and more than enough to put you in a map, and when leagues or camps don’t cut it, you sometimes gotta do shit yourself!” the mustelid laughed along the crowd. The clock quickly going towards the time to begin the stunt, Sterling making his say to the center of the court. “It’s going to be some hellish 24 hours, but so much worth it for these young people who feel this strongly about the sport, and there will be plenty of rewards for the most passionate and impressive. You know the rules and the deal, best to 21, three pointers worth two, normal shots one, you go over 21, you lose. Time to make history! Let the Route to Tokyo… begin!” the polecat yelled, throwing the basketball on to the air. It was an unabashed display of raw talent from the get go, the polecat working perfectly with his companions despite not knowing them before. Sterling hasn’t felt this level of playing in a very long time: There were no critics, no outside voices, nothing on the line… it was the first time he felt that fun of playing again, in a completely supporting environment for a change; both sides admiring his knowledge and reciprocating with a laser guided focus and a more dynamic demeanor.
The disclaimers in the athlete’s participation campaign did say he was gonna go all the way in his style of game, and he didn’t cut slack to the new guys, forcing some strong blocks on Dan Davour, a young giraffe much taller than him. The youngsters did their part to show they had promise and bite, with Rasmus Ludvigsson daring to go up in the air and sacrifice his body against the polecat’s for a shot, or the polecat’s own teammate Dominique opting for risky shots that paid off immensely. Even the Miss Sweden was feeling the heat of the game, the otter sending a pesky defender Rasmus to the ground and opting for a shot of her own. The polecat was taking mental notes on everyone through the game.
The audience cheered on as Freja dribbled close to the polecat, only needing one more shot for their team to win it all. She could have passed, but she opted to close up the game on her own, distracting her defender, and letting the final shot fly, bouncing precariously until it sank, giving Sterling and the ladies the victory.
A) Gothenburg (5:00 PM)
Team 1:
Sterling Bengtzing
Renate Lundhammar
Freja Sissing
Dominique Hörnquist
Team 2:
Rasmus Ludvigsson
Robin Fredriksson
Dan Davour
Asghar Amiri
Result: 21-17, Sterling’s team
The crowd went wild with the exciting game, Sterling receiving hugs from his teammates and rivals alike. As it was said in his disclaimer, he would pad up his 45-minute time slots in each city with an examination of the players in question, some rousing words and advice from a star athlete sealing their deal and passion over the sport.
“Freja, you got something special in ya babe. Keep that risk mentality, because it’s paying off.” Sterling nodded, the younger skunk elated, the youngsters listening well. “Rasmus, be less afraid, I’m sure bulking up will help you with that, if you got something in mind, do it. Renate… hell, if you want a future in this, you can get it.” Sterling winked at the Miss Sweden, knowing it wouldn’t be the last time he heard from her on this trip. “Overall, if this sets the tone of what Sweden has in store, then we are in great paws in the future and we will revolutionize the Basketball world.” he closed, the cheers intensifying.
“YES BENGTZING!” Rasmus shouted, encouraging an applause from the others. As the time was nearing its end, the polecat rushed to the luxury Volvo his sponsors secured him; Roland driving and Alessio om shotgun, leaving the space all in the back for the tall polecat to rest on. Renate sprinted quick to the van.
“One for the way…” she said, giving the athlete a peck on the lips, the wooing and whistling imminent and the polecat’s tail shooting up, nodding at the otter.
“Thanks for the time Gothenburg, you fucking rock! Let’s get that fucking record!” Sterling shouted, as the van made its way out of the city, the Kanal 5 crew following suit.
“So, you got her all crazy for you cousin, huh?” Roland smirked from the driver’s seat.
“Ya fucking bet, Roland!” Sterling laughed out loud, “When I win this and she returns to Stockholm, it’ll be some nights to fucking remember…” he smiled, reminiscing of that one night they both unabashedly went at it.
“Be careful, cuz else they will make it up as your girlfriend!” Roland replied, both polecat in a laughing fit.
“At this rate, we will be done in no time, Mr. Bengtzing!” Alessio smiled, looking at the banter of the two cousins. It wasn’t too long until they arrived to their second stop in Borås, meeting up with the players to take part soon, the mustelid stretching his muscles up.
“Mr. Bengtzing?” one of the players, a shorter pine marten by the name of Roy Jarkvist went up to the polecat before the game started, “Um… I just want to say… you have been an insane inspiration to me and my friends. You tell all of us to stay true to ourselves and just act how we want…” the Pine Marten’s fidgeted nervously, as he gifted a rainbow flag signed with names and rousing messages to Sterling. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have come out, and I wouldn’t be as happy and in peace as I am today, tack så mycket…” Roy said awkwardly, looking away, not knowing how the hardened mustelid would react.
Sterling felt somewhat weirded out, but in a good way. “Appreciate the honesty, and chin up, man. If my message got to you in this way, then more fucking power to ya. This is what I wanna hear.” he smiled, unfolding the flag and reading it up. The fidgeting and star-struckness wasn’t missed by the taller mustelid, giving him a wild idea. “Imma tell you this: Your team wins this game, not only would you get closer to the Stormvind bootcamp spot... I’ll kiss ya straight on the mouth.” Sterling replied, the marten laughing and feeling flustered, his reaction letting Sterling know how he felt of the idea. “I’m dead serious, if it serves to motivate yer ass to play well, as much as it motivated ya before to come out, then this should be a breeze. Now let’s make this a good game, shall we?” the mustelid asked, giving the flag to Roland for storage and getting in position for a new game. It was another solid display of young talent and unabashed basketball. Alas, the kiss wasn’t meant to be.
B) Borås (6:35 P.M)
Team 1:
Sterling Bengtzing
Torbjörn Samuelsson
Jan-Inge Jernberg
Team 2:
Camilla Ståhl
Roy Jarkvist
Henrik Nyhammar
Result: 21-16, Sterling’s team
“I feel you’re a more calculated bunch, your tasks going forward is to be less ‘How do I want to play with?’ and more ‘How do I own the fucking court in my own fucking amazing way?’ ja? Camila, Roy, keep the distance, cuz it’s shaping that you’ll be awesome at threes...” the group laughing and wishing the polecat well in his next stop.
“What do ya think the FBA will feel about the gay kiss thing?” Alessio couldn’t help to snicker at the thought of the hypermacho player relenting to that bet. “It’s whatever, they know I’m not on that market and well, it ain’t a fucking big deal.”
Alessio looked at him, surprised. “Vad? We Swedes are liberal about it. And I know my gay following is bigger than even that of fucking Morgan’s or Rocky’s! Well... my following in general is bigger than both of them!” Sterling howled in laughter, as they reached their third stop. “Jonköping, let’s fucking go!” Sterling yelled in a metal growl style, rousing the players involved, the excited gang immediately going at it, this time the opposing ones playing much more aggressively, trying to be the first team to win over the polecat’s team.
C) Jönköping (8:30 P.M)
Team 1:
Sterling Bengtzing
Harry Lindbom
Elias Rågby
Team 2:
Elliot Römpke
Emil Jansson
Kalle Forsberg
21-17, Sterling’s team
As Sterling gave his in-depth review of the players, Roland noticed his cousin’s phone buzzing with an unknown number. But considering the amount of publicity and the thing he was doing, he let it pass, knowing it could have been just fans or…
“You’re just too fucking scared to play against me, you had to reject me from taking part in this! No woner you flunked the championship!”
“Geez, some furs don’t get over shit.” Roland shook his head, his cousin and the adjudicator rushing to the embellished car, starting their long route to their next city.
Halfway to Nässjö
“We are KILLING it!” Sterling exclaimed, looking over his messages, nodding at the celebratory ones and the news headlines. But as he passed through the messages, a popup from the recent ones made his world collapse.
“We are cancelling the game. - Nässjo city council...”
“Roland, stop the car. ROLAND STOP THE FUCKING CAR!” he yelled, the fellow marbled polecat stopping abruptly pulling over in the middle of the street, making a hectic phone call to the number that sent the message.
“Answer, ANSWER!” Sterling desperately tapped his phone.
“What’s going on?” the adjudicator asked Sterling.
“NÄSSJÖ PULLED THE FUCKING PLUG ON M- WHAT’S GOING ON?!” His answer cut short as the call was finally answered, some long chatter on the other side going on.
“AND YOU FUCKING TELL ME THAT NOW?! FUCK OFF!” Sterling yelled on the silent road “JÄVLA FAN!” Sterling tossed his phone to the grass, grabbing his head in anxiety, sitting on the ground.
“Alessio, what do we do now?” Roland asked, worried of his cousin.
“I’m not sure, I don’t think it’ll affect much other than dropping the number down to 14, but I need to call to make sure. In some cases, we had to drop the attempt entirely... I’m… gonna call the office...” Alessio replied to the exasperated polecat. Roland’s heart sank; he knew how much Sterling wanted this. He opted to not say more information that could distress his cousin further. “The dude’s speaking to the offices, will tell us what to do next…” Roland commented.
“This really can’t fucking fail… This really…” The polecat tucked his head on his lap, his hands twisting in frustration. Roland could only watch his cousin grow more and more despondent, patting his back in return, sitting by his side on the ground, feeling him trying not to cry.
D) Nässjö (9:50 P.M)
Team 1:
Sterling Bengtzing
Katrina Nilström
Team 2:
Ralf Mortensen
Thomas Lindberg
Cancelled
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Size 1280 x 682px
File Size 190.6 kB
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Great start to the GWR saga with the Gothenburg game (and of course having Renate, the perfect character to make a certain otter jealous :) ). Was blindsided by Sterling's deal with Roy, but it does still feel as fitting even on a character that's as straight as they come. And of course I can't wait to see where this is going re: Viking (will he take the place of the guys in Nassjö to bring the count up to 15?)
Great start to the GWR saga with the Gothenburg game (and of course having Renate, the perfect character to make a certain otter jealous :) ). Was blindsided by Sterling's deal with Roy, but it does still feel as fitting even on a character that's as straight as they come. And of course I can't wait to see where this is going re: Viking (will he take the place of the guys in Nassjö to bring the count up to 15?)
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