Hebrews 10:31

Entry 6, February 18

This sounds like a job for the Minister of Low Morality and Treachery if there ever was one. The first thing you need to do is call your local Ghostbusters. Their business isn't doing too well right now, so they should be there in just a few minutes.

Buying time until they get there should be pretty easy though. All you need to do is force Mr. Horton to make a penalty, and then the ghost refs will just force him to go sit in a box for a couple minutes.

As soon as the Ghostbusters make it there, they'll capture your opponent for you and you'll just win by default. The very best kind of victory.

Right, so I stood by a wall and let Tim smash me into it several times. Eventually he got a checking penalty of some sort, but oh my god did it hurt like hell. Penalties don't last very long though so I had to take said beating several dozen more times. It was... unpleasant.

The Ghostbusters appeared an hour or so ago (at great cost mind you, New York isn't exactly close). Things were going great until suddenly this fucker came out of nowhere just as we had all but busted Tim:



Apparently the two chains fused together a little while back and now I'm getting tag teamed by a hockey ghost and fast food regent. The ghostbusters are currently buying time getting their asses handed to them while I prepare a new counter strategy. I'm so close to my reign of terror glory, I can't die here!