First match!

[blockspenguins]

[[The boy showing up on the screen looked...well. Crestfallen to say the least. He pulled his orange headband down a little before finally addressing the screen.]]

I...I'm sorry everyone. [[What's this kid apologizing for?]] We failed. We let the aliens win... [[It was clearly hard to admit, he was visibly trembling.]]

I...there's no excuse. I wasn't strong enough. I'm sorry. [[His fists finally pounded on the console. He was so frustrated, so disappointed in himself. After a moment he sighed, relaxing as best he could. His hands slipped from the console, and he put on a smile.]]

So...who all is here? Mom? Any of my team? How about any other soccer players? Please ah...speak up! I want to know who was saved...

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[true_noir]

[She giggled.] The soccer players were never very happy with the afterparties, I assure you.

I might be interested one day. I could put the knives to the side of the field for it. There's a pretty little meadow you might use in one of the floors here.

...just have security. Monsters, after all...

[blockspenguins]

No one should enjoy the afterparties if they're like that.

Yes! I can't wait for you to join us then!

...wait, monsters?

[true_noir]

All over the place. There's these giant mosquito creatures, big as a room. Don't let them near you. If they bite, they'll make you relive your worst memomries.

...it doesn't do anyone any favors for their sanity, I assure you.

[blockspenguins]

...giant...mosquitos...

[true_noir]

There were these electric-covered mechanical zombies, and the creatures in the morgue liked to try pulling me in when I'd be at work.

I even remember hearing about a hound that, if you hear its howl or see it, it can come through a corner to devour you. Some of the floors are quite hazardous here. You're new, aren't you?

[...ok, the sad thing is? She's tormenting a soccer-loving kid right now, but none of the monsters she was describing were fake or made up. The tower... really wasn't a nice place.]

[blockspenguins]

Wh-what? What kind of place is this? Y-yeah I'm new...

[[And he's not enjoying being new so far.]]

[true_noir]

This... is a dumping ground for the castaways and prisoners of many worlds, ruled by tyrants who like to play with living dolls. But, like demented children with their dollies, these ones enjoy pulling the heads off to see the stuffing inside.

Welcome to the tower. I wouldn't travel the lower halls alone, though sometimes they're safe.

[blockspenguins]

...I...I see. [[At first there's a glint of serious consideration in his eyes, like he's gauging how he should feel about this. Obviously he should be worried...but...]]

...It'll work out. I'll just be careful and carry a soccer ball with me at all times!

[true_noir]

...

How will a soccer ball help you in this?

[blockspenguins]

I may be a goal keeper, but I have some pretty awesome shots too!

[true_noir]

You might consider a firearm. No offense, but you would need an empowered shot with a soccer ball to pull off defense around here.

[blockspenguins]

[[There is just a grin of confidence on his face.]]

You don't know our soccer.

[true_noir]

This is true. Does it bear supernatural power, or is it simply very very good, I wonder? I've seen children with great power after all.