And That's a Wrap!
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AND THAT’S A WRAP! Totems Fall Apart, Lone Stars Capture Division in Final Games HONOLULU - One should assume that the final games of the 2015 FBA Regular Season would not be without controversy, and sure enough - many teams ended April 29th celebrating graciously or shaking their heads in despair. The latter was the case for the Edmonton Totems. Once the front-runner of the Mountain Division, they dropped 19 of their last 23 games, and miraculously, they could have still made the playoffs. But the Santa Ana Spectrums - one of the best assemblies of raw talent in 2015 - did not rest up in Game 80, and the Totems opened the door for either the Santa Fe Whips, or the Hawaii Kahunas, to take the coveted eighth spot of the Western Conference. After Santa Fe failed to budge the Montana Howlers, Hawaii’s close win over the Las Vegas Wildcards was enough to give the Kahunas their first playoff berth in history by virtue of divisional wins. For what it’s worth, the Kahunas will now have to prove their worth against the Spectrums when playoffs begin on May 6th. Good luck! (Right): Luukas Hirvonen and Narkissa Kassius watch in despair in the remaining seconds of their loss against the Santa Ana Spectrums in Edmonton. (Bottom): Dylan Redfield walks off the floor of Arctic Tundra Arena, after losing by three to the Arctics. The loss secured the Texas Lone Stars to win the division in the final game of the season. (Art by ~Pac) NEW STORIES - (pg. 2) The following list includes several new stories that have been written since the last newsletter. _________________________________________________ Fatherly Advice ~Sam-Gwosdz Crystal Davis has a sincere talk over dinner with her famous father. The Final Thank You ~Thwaitesy The final score of the game didn’t matter as much as saying ‘thank you” to a special player... The Off-Season ~TrianglePascal Hiro and Catherine - it’s shoes, cancer, and flying - all in one story about life in Vancouver. Cloricia “Tex” Teixeira: Revival (Ch. 4) ~Wolfnumber9 Another entry from Tex’s diary gives us insight to what it’s really like when a player gets hurt... One Last Push ~Harlow Julian Cross-Kiraly gets some mail from his sister. Words of encouragement? The Courage to Grow (Ch. 12 - Memory) ~PaulShep Agent Blake Toivonen recalls a vivid memory from his past. FATBC (Part VI, Ch. 2): Brick by Brick ~ShaneRufus During his suspension, Alphonse returns to Liverpool to visit a very special place from his past. The Question of Leviticus ~HerrWozzeck, ~MorganMcCarthy, ~Trivol Agundio meets up with Morgan and Micah over a meal to share some thoughts on sexuality. One Last Wildcard Meeting ~JWolfman Wildcards’ GM Mikela Soros has one last talk with the team - but why? ________________________________________________ More stories available at the FBA Forum! ART AND MEDIA - (pg. 2) The following section highlights new art and multimedia from the FBA community. Going In for the Shot! And now for something completely different - some 3D renderings of Ryan Malone and Buck Hopper - an experiment in 3D modeling via ~BuckHopper himself, using the program “DAZ 3D”. (Buck admits he has to work on the “cute” factor of the models we wish you luck, sir!) … (jersey design by ~Pac and ~Fraddas) Two Miracles (~Foxenawolf) “Soon enough the Doctor stood up and gave both Marcus and Mercedes a surprise as he proudly announced "It's a Girl!" this time though she was already crying as she was held up. Again Marcus cut the cord and held her after she was swaddled, and as Mercedes rested Marcus gave her a quick kiss. Soon enough their newborn daughter joined her brother in the cot and one of the nurses placed wrist bands on the pups arms with the name Knight and their weight and time and date of birth written on them.” (text, characters by ~Thwaitesy) Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall (~Wolfgirl) “Here's good ol' Hank being a sweetheart. 'Cause that's what redneck possums with banjos do best, y'know?” Scene art to go with the story, where Hank pays Carl a special visit in the hospital (via ‘Drop The Bass’). And look at that bass strum away! (text, characters by ~HerrWozzeck, ~Tazel) Jonathan Lawyer (~Pac, ~Mochni) We’re gonna need to know this guy’s name soon. Jonathan (a meerkat nicknamed, “Judge”) hopes to enter the 2015 FBA Draft, coming all the way from Ferrengton University. (character by ~CrazyXenos) Nina Lime Character Card (~Adabune) “Personality wise, Nina is a leader, it’s her court, and she’s the alpha wolf. She’s good at barking out orders, but is an amazing team player as her assists show. She’s just as happy to pass off for an open shot as to drive into the rim. Her numbers from the woods are strong enough where she’s a kind of frightening point. Her numbers seem to fit more of a center, but she simply doesn’t have the size to elbow it out in the paint.” Part of ~Adabune’s 2015 Season FBA Card collection, and Nina definitely deserves the recognition! (character by ~JadedFox) Moar Rookies For the Win! (~Pac) … Two more faces you should memorize for next year While Robyn Moonnay (Bongo) analyzes the … court, Derek Kim (Magpie) points towards an anonymous person with an anonymous name Aren’t … we funny? Hahahaa eh. … (Robyn is a creation by ~Akkarri; Derek is by ~Anonymous13423) Happy Birthday, T. Matt! While the image to the left is not exactly a “new” piece, the recording for T. Matt Latrans’ 49th birthday is! Several of our FBA groupies (too many to list) participated in reading and scripitng phone calls to our favorite on-the-court coyote. Click here to listen to the recording! (Character and audio designed by ~BuckHopper) FEATURED STORY - (pg. 4) Eldorados - ~Khed [Saturday 31 October 2009] It was evening and Seba was neither in the gym nor the library. This was unusual. His outfit consisted of a teal tunic, vest, and short-cropped pants. This was also unusual. Both of these things were Danny’s fault. As to the first, the older toucan had decided that his Argentine cousin needed to get out for an evening. He did this from time to time, calling his brief interventions “check-ups”; tonight’s was the first of the series to exceed meeting up for a meal. While a portion of Seba appreciated his concern, a much larger portion suspected that he was specifically tasked with monitoring the new college student, uprooted and planted in foreign soil a mere two months ago, in order to assuage their mothers’ worry. As to the second, the night’s check-up and Seba’s attire were occasioned by a party Danny was hosting to celebrate that odd American holiday called “Halloween.” As Seba fretfully crammed in whatever studying he could before he saw his cousin’s car pull up, he watched his roommates don their various guises to mingle across campus, where throngs of students (he had heard, and did not doubt) sought to cure their sobriety even more vigorously than on most weekends. He closed the blinds when passersby began displaying lewd feathery body language inappropriate for public display. At least Seba’s outfit was less flashy than his face. Of course, a toucan beak was hard to beat in that department and uncommon, meaning that he’d gotten a few compliments on his “mask” that day. Danny, standing amid the disaster that was Seba’s roommates’ sense of order, wore a similarly understated, but anachronistic outfit: a scoop-necked, loose-sleeved red shirt. Seba would have reminded Danny that he looked absurd if silliness weren’t one of his cousin’s preferred modes of interaction. “Ready?” Danny asked, cocking his head and an eyebrow. “Y supongo que sí.” [ I suppose so.] Seba replied. He invariably reverted to Spanish around … … family. Despite the campus’ heavy Latino population, English still dominated its conversations, and Seba was glad for whatever respite he could get from unfamiliar words clambering off his tongue. What English he had learned through the dint of self-study in Argentina had proven merely sufficient, and the parts of the language he did not encounter in his classes still washed over him uncomprehended. “Y bueno! Vámonos!” That was one good thing about Danny: he followed Seba’s lead back into Spanish without prompting, his own accent tinted with his father’s Brazilian drawl. A little small talk about Seba’s classroom and basketball activities accompanied them out to the waiting car, a script each check-up had come to follow. Danny offered his diagnosis: “Tudo bom, eh?” Seba nodded and jimmied open the car door. “Tudo bom.” Folding himself into the passenger’s seat, he adjusted it back to accommodate his lanky legs and guided his tailfeathers between the seat and its back. Danny got in on the other side. The moment he shut the door, Danny donned a conspiratorial smile and turned to face Seba. “Okay, so. When we get to my apartment, I’m going to burst in the door and go ‘Miguel and Tulio!’ ”—he … spread out his arms and wingfeathers—“ and you’re going to follow me and go, ‘Tulio and … Miguel!’ ”—he mirrored his previous gesture—“ and then we’re going to act all tough and say, … … ‘MIGHTY AND POWERFUL GODS!’” Seba stared at his cousin, who was sporting a wide-eyed grin and flexing behind the steering wheel. Seba’s eyes were wide below a furrowed, bemused brow. After a moment and the prompting of another flex, he verbalized his mental reaction: “Bieeeen ” [Ooookay ] … … “Aw, c’mon, tucancito!” Danny said.