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Postby Banija » Thu Feb 06, 2025 5:06 pm

Banijan head coach, Oscar Laboto, waking up the morning of Banija's Round of 16 matchup at IBC 41 against Quebec


It had been a rough tournament for Banijan hoops, and therefore, had been a rough tournament for Oscar Laboto. A team ranked 4th in the multiverse, that he thought he could make one last deep run with at the tournament- was on the verge of crashing out of the tournament in the Round of 16. Two group stage losses to lesser opponents, who didn't even make the knockout stages- Ralsalin and Abanhfleft, respectively- had really sunk Banija's seed far lower than their talent level. And yet- you are what your record says you are, and that was certainly true for the Lions of Banija.

They were more talented than 5-3. Many inside the camp said it didn't reflect who they were, how good they were. And yet- here they were. This team- slow, inconsistent, and just got too far behind early, in a way that they could not catch up. Not so far behind they were doomed, of course- they were here in the knockout stages, here among the last 16, and here, technically speaking, with a chance to win it all. But when we say technically speaking- it was technically speaking.

There were some people who thought this could be the tournament that the Banijans, finally got over the hump, and retook their place atop the sport of basketball. But that was before the tournament. Now? One would be hard-pressed to find a soul who thought, deep down in their core, that the Banijans had what it took to win it all. And that was before one took into account who Banija's opponent was here in the Round of 16 at IBC 41- Banija's archrivals, and in recent years, Banija's personal Grim Reaper- Quebec.

Four of the last 5 tournaments, it was Les Quebecois who ended Banija's run. And now, a top-seeded, 8-0 Quebec team were sitting as 9.5 point favorites, the team likely to end the Lions run- and officially send Banijan basketball into the wilderness. So many questions to be litigated, so many things unanswered. Why did Banija bring back the same team from last time, when that wasn't anything special of a run? How did the Banijans get beat so badly, on MD1, by an Abanhfleft who would eventually go 2-6 in the group stages? How did Banija not only not win this group, but finish in fourth, of all places?

The mental pressure had been nearly unbearable. A negative energy around the team, players pressing- but the Play-In Game was a reprieve. For once, the story wasn't about how Banijan hoops sucked, or how this Generation was embarrassing, or whatever- the attention was on Omugabe Kato, and his new girlfriend, Missy LeCrown, making their debut .The Prince's attendance lifted the spirits of the entire team. They all played free, and for one game, for one game only, they looked like the talented Banijan teams of old. A 24 point win, in the knockout stages, over a skilled team from Cardenao, where the Banijans dominated from beginning to end. And highlight reel plays to impress the royal- no one will ever forget the high-flying Kizza Kaba putting the Card center on a poster, with a massive dunk to start the second half.

But, that was a one day reprieve. A stay of execution, if you will. Nobody thought that the Banijans could avoid beating eliminated by Les Quebecois for the fifth time in their last 6 IBCs. And when Laboto grabbed his phone, and looked at the headlines, he saw it.

"IBC 41: The Promise- and Only that- of a failed generation"
"The Ancients turned gray- why Banija's terrible IBC 41 experiment will come to an merciful end at the hands of the Quebecois"
"The Luster of a Generation- Golden, yet tainted"
"Your Deeds Become your shackles- how Banijan hoops have entered a death spiral of failure at the International Basketball Championships"


The challenge in front of them was immense. Could Laboto garner a sense of belief? It was one of those interesting games- Banija had no business winning this one. But it's not about what would happen if they played a best of 7- it's about what will happen, on this very night. One chance. If they could go on a good run early, garner some belief... There would not be a bigger Round of 16 match in Banijan history that would completely flip the perception of the national team, and turn the legacies of so many- players, execs, and coaches- on their head, than a shocking victory here. Could it happen?




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Banija, looking ahead at impending doom, ponders what a loss- and what a win- would mean against Quebec at the IBC Round of 16


MEMPHIS, RANORIA- And we're walking in Memphis. The Banijans have arrived, with their own horde of fans, for yet another IBC renewal of a classic rivalry- Banija v. Quebec, in basketball. Banija is one of those countries, where, depending on the sport, the answer to 'biggest rival' changes. On the gridiron, it is Ranoria. In baseball? Maybe South Newlandia- although Ranoria are certainly rivals there as well. Chromatika is probably the only nation that can credibly claim to be a serious Banijan rival in three of Banija's four biggest sports- soccer, gridiron, and baseball. But in basketball, the answer is as clear as day- the rival is Quebec.

There is so much rich history. From battles at the Commonwealth Games, to many, many battles here at the IBCs, these teams have met, time and time again, on the bigger stages, in the biggest spots. Largely, the rivalry goes in waves- Banija will have a run, and then, the Quebecois will have a run. Right now, Quebec is at the very top of their game- and the Banijans are wondering how, or if ever, they can dislodge the Quebecois from their dominant place in the rivalry. They've eliminated us from the IBCs in four of the last five cycles, and they are likely to make it 5 of 6 here in Memphis.

There are plenty of things to look at, on the court. And, of course, Banijan basketball probably just gave its first, confidence-inspiring victory of the entire tournament against Cardenao- a 84-60 win in the Play-In round, that gave the team new life. But, let's be real- 6-3, against an 8-0 Quebec team that has gone to four straight Finals. A win? Unlikely. But what does that mean?

It is the exclamation point, on a confirmation that, despite our ability to remain high in the IBC rankings, Banijan basketball is in a freefall. It's been a rough time leading to this moment. The last edition of the NSCAAs- no Banijan teams really doing anything of relevance there. Banijan hoops at the Olympics- the Banijan men's team did not even qualify for the Olympics proper, being eliminated in Qualifying. The bar was high there, and it was just one bad game- but that's how these tournaments work. And now, repeatedly, in the big moments, the Banijans have floundered here at this tournament.

The goal is to avoid teams like Quebec until as last as possible. How do you do that? Win your group. Not only could we not do that- we finished fourth. We started 0-2, and then climbed back to 4-2- before a devastating loss to Ralsalin put us down to 4-3. But we've all watched this tournament. Here we are. This tourney has been quite a synopsis on Laboto's career as a HC, has it not? Just tough loss after tough loss- showing a flash or two of life, but ultimately, never really capable of doing enough in the biggest moments.

But- what if they win?

"Look- we know the line, we know the history. But the game isn't play at a sportsbook- it's played live, on the Riverfront, with 20,000 fans screaming their heads off. We know what this game means." Said the team's starting SF, Philemon Abonyo.

"Look- this game defines our generation. We're hungry. We're absolutely desperate. We know what outsiders say about us- not just this cycle, but what they've said about us over the years. About this team over the last decade. We are not failures. And this game might be our last opportunity to prove that." Said Kizza Kaba, a key bench player for Banija.

"Well, look- this might be my last ever game playing for the Lions." Obasie Khoza said. "This one means even more- it hit deep, emotionally. I think about my legacy- what will my kids read about me? My grandkids? This game might have a lot to do with it- and I am playing for them. And for the name on the front of my jersey."

These players are speaking boldly. And they thoroughly understand- an upset W here, completely changes the paradigm of how you view Banijan basketball. Right now, most people, rightfully, view it as a place where Patrick Zervos needs to clean house- fire everybody, start over, rebuild the program. But what if they get an upset W? Is that necessary? Can Laboto be seen as a successful coach? What does that mean for these many players- are their careers now successes?

It's hard to say. But it is easy to talk- it is far easier to actually do. We'll see, tonight in primetime, if the Banijans can pull off what would almost surely be the upset of a lifetime.
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From Shadows to Stardom Part 4: A new flame

Postby Vaishnavaria » Thu Feb 06, 2025 5:28 pm

The practice session at Nayagan United High School had become an exciting routine for Jackson. The players were beginning to form a bond, and the thrill of playing basketball had brought him closer to his new friends. But that day, something was off. Aaryan, the team captain, had been eyeing Jackson from the moment he entered the gym. Aaryan was a tall, athletic figure with an air of superiority, and his arrogance could be felt by anyone who crossed his path.

Rafo had warned Jackson about Aaryan’s tendency to keep things “his way” on the court, but Jackson wasn’t prepared for how uncomfortable the situation would become.

As Jackson jogged over to the sidelines after a grueling drill during the open gym session, Aaryan smirked, slinging a basketball across the court.

“Hey, new guy. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you’re making us look bad,” Aaryan called out, his tone mocking. He wasn’t even trying to hide the disdain in his voice.

Vincent, the massive center, grunted in agreement, crossing his arms as he towered over the rest of the team. "Yeah, you're not even playing like you belong here. You sure you can handle the pressure?" His eyes narrowed as he sized Jackson up, clearly unimpressed with the new player’s abilities.

King, the power forward with a muscular build and a sharp attitude, leaned in with a laugh. “Don’t get too cocky, kid. Just ‘cause you made one lucky shot doesn't mean you’ve earned your spot.”

Jackson felt the sting of their words, his nerves tightening in his chest. It wasn’t just about basketball now; it was about proving himself. The upcoming tryouts in a few weeks were looming in the back of his mind, and he knew this open gym session wasn’t just a practice—it was his chance to show that he belonged.

Rafo noticed the tension from across the gym and jogged over. “Aaryan, what’s this about?”

Aaryan shrugged, a smug grin plastered on his face. “I’m just making sure the kid knows where he stands. This team has been solid for years. We don’t need someone who’s just here for fun.”

King snorted, stepping forward. “Yeah, what he said. You better step up or get out of the way.”

Jackson felt his hands clench into fists, but he forced himself to stay calm. He’d been through worse. He’d survived Tanzaka, and he’d fight for his place here too.

“I’m here to play,” Jackson said through gritted teeth, his eyes locking with Aaryan’s. “If you have a problem with that, I’ll deal with it.”

Aaryan’s grin faded for a moment, but his confidence returned. “We’ll see, won’t we?” he said, turning away as if the conversation had never happened.

The rest of the open gym session was awkward. Jackson tried his best to focus, but the jeers and side glances from Aaryan’s crew made it hard to concentrate. He kept his head down, focusing on the game, determined not to let their words get to him.

The following days weren’t much better. Every time Jackson made a mistake, Aaryan and his teammates were quick to mock him. Vincent would make exaggerated gestures, pretending to flinch at Jackson’s shot. King would snicker loudly, reminding Jackson of every little thing he was doing wrong.

“You call that a pass, Jackson? Maybe you should just stick to something you’re good at,” Aaryan would say, smirking as he stood on the sidelines, arms crossed.

Jackson had never been one to back down from a challenge, but the constant ridicule was beginning to wear on him. Every time he made a small mistake, the whispers and laughs from the team would echo in his ears, and the pressure to perform felt heavier.

But there was something inside of him that refused to let them win. He remembered the words of his brother, Morgan: “Never forget your humanity. Never forget who you are.” Jackson knew what he had to do. He wasn’t just fighting for a spot on the team; he was fighting to prove to himself that he was more than what Aaryan and his crew saw.

One afternoon, after an especially difficult open gym session, Jackson felt the weight of Aaryan’s words pressing down on him. As he was heading for the locker room, he overheard Aaryan, Vincent, and King talking in the corner.

“I don’t know why Rafo is so insistent on keeping him,” Aaryan said, laughing. “He’s a charity case. He doesn’t belong here.”

Vincent chimed in. “Yeah, and the last thing we need is some refugee dragging us down. This team is for people who are born here, not some outsider trying to play pretend.”

King nodded, his voice low. “Yeah, he doesn’t get it. He’ll never be one of us.”

Jackson’s heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the heat rising in his face, but he took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to let their words define him. Not anymore.

The next open gym session was the breaking point. Aaryan was all too eager to take every opportunity to put Jackson down. But this time, Jackson had something to prove.

During a fast-paced drill, Jackson made a daring move, slipping past Aaryan’s defense and sinking a flawless shot. It wasn’t a lucky shot this time. It was precision, skill, and sheer will. As the ball swished through the net, the gym fell silent. Even Aaryan stopped in his tracks, watching Jackson with an unreadable expression.

For a moment, the tension in the air was thick, and then Rafo clapped his hands, breaking the silence. “Nice shot, Jackson! See? Told you this guy’s got it!”

Aaryan scowled, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned his back and continued the drill. But Jackson could see the small flicker of doubt in his eyes, and that was enough.

Jackson wasn’t just fighting for respect on the court anymore. He was fighting for his own future, for the person he wanted to be. As he looked around at the team, he realized that no matter what Aaryan or his crew thought, he wasn’t going anywhere.

The following days were still filled with challenges, but Jackson refused to let the bullying get to him. With every practice, his skills improved, and little by little, Aaryan and his teammates began to notice that Jackson wasn’t someone they could easily push around.

He wasn’t just a refugee or a charity case anymore. He was Jackson Morgan, a force to be reckoned with.

And as long as he kept pushing forward, he knew he would find his place on that team, and in this new life he had built for himself.

His story wasn’t over yet.
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Thorne XVI

Postby Drawkland » Thu Feb 06, 2025 8:55 pm

It was the last day of the group stage. There was literally nothing to play for. Normally in tournaments like these, there's always some sort of incentive to play hard on the final matchday. Playoff berths, playoff seedings, even eliminating a rival. For the Net Corps though, beyond the pride of an undefeated group stage, there was no realistic way their situation could change. The top three group winners were already a hundred points above Drawkland in point differential, so there was no real way the Corps could get better than the 4th seed. The worst group winner, whoever triumphed in Group A, would have at least two losses, so there was no way Drawkland would dip lower. They had clinched the top spot in Group 5 the previous matchday, and their opponent East Lithuania had similarly clinched a playoff appearance and couldn't get lower or higher than the 3rd spot in the group thanks to tiebreakers.

The only thing that East Lithuania had to play for was the chance at a first-round bye if they won. They'd require a lot of things to go right, and with Domingo Abbott indicating that the back end of Drawkland's roster would be getting the majority of minutes prior to the game, the Commoners also opted to rest their starters for most of the game. Unsurprisingly, this led to a tightly-played contest between the backups.

This was by far the most minutes Basil Thorne had gotten in one game wearing the Net Corps uniform. With each starter only getting about 5 minutes apiece to keep them warm going into the playoff bye, that left the lion's share for Basil and the rest of the backups. Basil himself ended up on the court for more than 20 minutes, though he hadn't been super involved in the offense. Abbott had mostly taken a two-squad approach to this game. The two-cycle bench veterans of the Corps (Carolla, Douglas, Adams, Morrison, Moss) and the rookie/1-year members (Casper, Bass, Thorne, Flowers, Sovanna) were mostly self-contained, with rolling subs every few minutes to transition between squads and ensure players were getting a reasonable amount of time playing with each other. "You never know which combination will have to be on the floor when things get tough," Abbott had said multiple times this cycle.

That being said, Basil was trying his best to keep up. Everybody else on the floor, even on the opposing Commoner team, were professionals that lived and breathed basketball, even during a lot of the offseason. Basil was still in college, and despite his status as the star at Ducentu State which demanded a lot of playtime, it wasn't as easy to keep up with pros compared to college players. For all intents and purposes, this was Basil's first real taste of professional ball. Despite the fact that Basil was starting to visibly labor a bit in the second half, Abbott continued to give him minutes following intermittent breaks.

Every time Basil would come off the floor, Abbott would turn and ask him, "Basil, how are you feeling?"

"Fine coach. Jus' lemme know when ya need me." Basil would answer without hesitation. And a few minutes later, Basil would be back out there at Abbott's behest. He didn't complain, he simply tried his best to keep himself composed.

Unsurprisingly, given the heavy rotation from both squads and the premier scorers not seeing much action, the back-and-forth action was quite defensive and low-scoring. At halftime, Drawkland held a mere 31-29 lead despite both teams putting up reasonable shot efficiency numbers. There just weren't that many openings available. Things opened up slightly in the 3rd and 4th quarter, but the Net Corps continued to hold the Commoners at arm's length. Drawkland didn't trail a single time in the second half, though East Lithuania did tie the score on multiple occasions. The crowd in The Lion's Den was enjoying every minute of the game despite the lack of high-flying offense.

Despite building a lead as high as seven points of the Commoners, the Net Corps simply couldn't put them away. A late surge in the fourth quarter, spearheaded by three straight defensive rebounds from Tony Soprano, brought East Lithuania back into the fray. With a minute left to play in the game, the score was knotted up at 63-63. Drawkland had the ball going into this final minute, so things were looking up. Even if they didn't score, they'd most likely get the ball back. The pressure was on East Lithuania to stop Drawkland twice and make something happen on their end. Could they do it?

The Commoners accomplished part one to this plan. After sucking up as much of the shot clock as possible, Cayden Sovanna got trapped out on the perimeter. With nobody available to pass to, no time to cut inside, and seconds left on the shot clock, he was forced to take an unbalanced deep shot. Sovanna is notorious for making crazy shots from 3-point territory, but he couldn't get this one to drop. Once again rookie Tony Soprano came down with the rebound, and now East Lithuania had a chance to take their first lead in nearly 25 minutes of game time.

Part two of their plan was a little tougher. Going against the height of Drawkians is tough enough, especially when the pressure is really on. The Commoners at least drained most of the shot clock before making their move, hoping to give the Net Corps the least amount of time possible. Unfortunately, Mark Looper's drive to the basket was denied by Jorah Douglas, who was subbed in once the Commoners had tied the game at 61. The score remained locked at 63 apiece, now with just over 10 seconds left in the ballgame.

Now East Lithuania's plan was out the window. All that mattered at this point was keeping the game tied to try for a win in overtime. Drawkland's goal, of course, was obvious. It was at this point that Abbott called his last timeout, rallying his troops for the final push. Seeding futility aside, this was a chance to go undefeated in an IBC group stage. Even with the backups huddled close around the clipboard, they were listening intently. This was their chance to put their mark on national team history, even if they'd never be superstar starters in the future, this was their moment. Basil was among them, and he was one of three options for the final play. If Delta Adams wasn't open inside, then Basil would hopefully be open somewhere midrange. If Basil was covered, then Cayden Sovanna was the option on the outside. If none of those were open, the point man would just have to eat it or take a wild shot to prevent a last-second hail mary from East Lithuania.

The timeout ended, the teams reset, and it was time to make the magic happen. Casper, Adams, Thorne, Sovanna, and Morrison were on the floor for the Corps. Morrison took the ball up the court, reading the Commoner defense carefully before executing the play. The rock got zipped back and forth, with the clock at single digits and ticking. The timing was delicate, but this play had been practiced since the first pre-tournament camp. At four seconds, the decision was made. Morrison had the ball again, and she eyed her options. Adams wanted to make his drive inside, but the Commoners refused to let the Corps have easy points under the room. He was about to run into a wall. That left Thorne or Sovanna, and Basil's man had just ducked inside to offer support against Adams.

That was the opening. Morrison bounced the ball to Basil standing at a 45 degree angle from the hoop 6 feet in front of the three-point arc. Nil Prost of East Lithuania realized his mistake too late, and though he dove forward to try and disrupt the shot, Basil got it off without a hitch. The ball arced high in the air from Basil's trademark bizarre follow-through motion, then banked hard off the backboard and buried itself in the net right as the "buzzer" roared in the Den. The crowd itself roared in excitement as it went through. It was 65-63. Drawkland went undefeated in the IBC group stage. The mediocre Donaldson era was quickly being forgotten. There was hope again.



Four days later, the Net Corps were suiting up against the same team. This time, it wasn't a dead rubber where the backups would get the spotlight. This was the Round of 16. This was the playoffs. Win or go home. East Lithuania were fresh off their handy defeat of Southwest Eastnorth, now with more momentum on their side. This was an unranked squad who weren't even expecting to make the playoffs, now they had a playoff win under their belts and a chance to be in the quarterfinals. Just because you're playing with house money doesn't mean you're going to get complacent. This squad was going to be putting up a fight, especially now that their starters were going to have a chance to avenge their own team's razor-thin loss from just days prior.

Similarly, the Net Corps were pumped for this matchup. The starters were itching to get some action after getting minimal playtime for the greater part of a week. As much as the reserves were hyped to put their mark on Corps history by putting the finishing touches on an undefeated group stage, the starters were gearing towards redeeming themselves. In four previous cycles of play, veterans Natalie Endgard and Catalina Daywasson had been to the quarterfinals a couple times but had never been close to winning those games. The Corps of the last decade had been hallmarked by mediocrity. With how the playoff bracket had shaken out, this was Drawkland's best chance at a semifinal berth since these players had hit puberty. They were going to be playing hard.

In between drills at practice the day before, Domingo Abbott approached Basil curiously. Basil was, as usual, off in his own world as he messily drank some water.

"Basil, I meant to ask you. How did you feel after the game the other day?"

"Felt good, coach." Basil didn't make eye contact, but he nodded for a few seconds. "Reminded me of that shot I made a few years back. Against Alexandria."

"I see." Abbott furrowed his brow, realizing that Basil was referring to the NSCAA Elite Eight matchup against Alexandria University of Cardenao. "Forgive me, Basil, but I seem to remember Ducentu State losing that game."

"That's right." Basil gave a slight sigh in response. "Not tha way tha game ended, a'course. But how I felt after tha shot. Just ... I dunno, confidence maybe. Felt like I could survive a gunshot to the head or somethin'. Like if I got hit with a truck I'd jus' shrug it awff."

"Interesting." Abbott pondered this in his head for a moment. "You know, I probably won't be giving you a lot of minutes in the playoffs. Assuming we have more than one game left to play. I have been nothing but happy with your performance, but these situations require players with more experience under this kind of pressure."

"'Course." Basil shrugged, looking over at Abbott for the first time. "I'm beat after that last game anyhow. Never realized how tough these big guys are."

"That's the pros for you," Abbott laughed genuinely. "I remember making that transition back in the day. It never got easier for me, I just got used to it. You, though, you could be just like them when you get to that point. If you do."

Basil hesitated. At first Abbott thought he wasn't going to respond at all, but eventually Basil chuckled. "'S funny. Most people don't say 'if' 'bout that."

"I know you're having doubts about going to the league." Abbott smiled. "I figured there's a reason why you've stayed in college this long. Most anybody as good as you would've been in the league three years by now. But that can be a conversation for another time, it's time to get back to drills."

"Sure 'nuff." Basil put down his water bottle and hopped off his seat.

"Basil?" Abbott decided to say one more thing. "You may not be getting a lot of time ... but I want you to be ready. You never know."

"Jus' lemme know." Basil said without missing a beat, jogging back onto the court.

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Postby Quebec and Shingoryeo » Thu Feb 06, 2025 9:48 pm

OOC: This chapter segways into my WB50 storyline. Stay tuned!

12-Player IBC-41 Final Tournament Squad.

-#    PO  Name            Surname                 Ht.  Age    Sex    Debut  College/Jr Club            Team            Current Rating
01 C Horace Karugunda 2.20 26 M 38 Manitoba Kings (Jrs) Levis Athletic ★★★★★
03 PG Hector Marimuthu 'C' 1.90 26 M 40 Yoseo-Montevicio (QIS) Kingston Raptors ★★★★
04 SG Krista Christopoulos 'C' 1.84 27 F 38 UC-Jolbonopolis (QIS) South Bend Sakers ★★★★☆
05 SF Julianne Ottavino 1.85 23 F 41 Coloratura State (QIS) Nunavut North Stars ★★★★☆
08 SG Diane Poesy 1.83 29 F 39 Saguenay (QIS) Jolbonopolis Winterhawks ★★★★
13 SF Presnel Ogulu 2.00 27 F 40 Saint-Benedict's (QIS) St. John's Arsenal ★★★☆
14 PF Gloria Akpannah 1.86 33 F 36 Coloratura State (QIS) Myeongju Lynx ★★★★
15 SF Woo-Yong Kweon 2.05 23 M 41 Montreal Koreana (Jrs) Montevicio Lakers ★★★☆
21 PG Maybritt Igbinosun 1.85 21 F 41 Huronia Tech (QIS) Fort Lowe Rattlers ★★★☆
25 PF Cyril Wertz-Barkholdt 2.08 28 M 40 Nideyinan (QIS) Hanbat Thunder ★★★★
26 PG Jorge Maffia 1.88 26 M 39 Montreal Koreana (Jrs) Montreal Koreana ★★★★☆
33 C Kelsey Boulouque Lautner 1.96 25 F 40 Saguenay (QIS) CSKA Quebec ★★★★★
Simplified 12-Player Roster

Guards:
PG - M. Igbinosun, J. Maffia, H. Marimuthu
SG - K. Christopoulos, D. Poesy
Forwards:
SF - W.Y. Kweon, P. Ogulu, J. Ottavino
PF - G. Akpannah, C. Wertz-Barkholdt
Centres:
H. Karugunda, K. Lautner



Sergio Sierra Heo didn’t intend himself to be here in Ranoria for the International Basketball Championships. It just happened as a matter of chance.

Three days before his mother, Reapers’ legend Myeong-Yoon, and his older brother Armando were Sonnel-bound, Sergio happened to be at the right time and space. He was just at his soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend’s place in Belleville, Joongyeong, and entered into the Metro to return to his flat in Quartier Calanien, on the other side of the megalopolis. In these days, the two brothers had lived a fairly lively existence, moving out of more careful looks presented less by their parents, who themselves were busy as film and sports executives, but rather their grandfather, who was friends with the Queen Mother, advised the Queen, and looked capable of seeing the future at times. Of course, Sergio and his brother were fond of their grandfather, especially in his understanding of the deviant lifestyles held by him and his friends, but he was also aware that this also involved coming to functions, events and tournaments where the familial presence was necessary.

'Mummy,' Sergio answered over the phone. He answered his Shingoryeoite Korean, which was very much a Joongyeong-speak to the bone. This stood him out from his mother and uncle Myeong-Shin, who spoke a thick Mahan dialect, and grandfather, whose Acadien dialect were even thicker than blood that he had hard time listening to him. 'How are you? Anything urgent?'

'All's good, are you home?' Myeong-Yoon answered. Her voice, which his grandfather would say resembled that of his late grandmother long predeceased, was at a higher pitch than usual. 'We have to talk quickly.'

'I'm in metro, on my way home in about an hour?' Sergio answered. 'You know, things with Melissa hasn't been going as you'd have liked.' Melissa Santerre, who was studying mathematics at Queen's College, where they met on their freshman year two years ago, was someone his parents approved. As of late, however, their two-year relationship was starting to sink, leading him to question whether to leave this behind or maybe revive it.

'Life happens, it's gonna be okay,' Myeong-Yoon calmly answered, to his surprise. 'Do you think you could spare a couple of weeks, if that's the case?'

Perhaps, was what Sergio thought inside his head, as the rubber-tired metro trained started entering underground and into a tunnel. Of course, he knew that he couldn't exactly say no, his Quartier Calanien apartment was the one his parents owned, and he didn't have much to do this summer either. Perhaps a getaway, before starting to decide what's to be done at his final year in art history, was needed before deciding anything.

'Sure, that works,' Sergio replied. 'I'm about to enter tunnel right now. Will give you a call once home.'


Exactly three weeks had passed, as Sergio was finding himself on the family suite that had been marked under behalf of his parents, the Sierra-Heos, and his soon-to-be-79-year old grandfather. Unlike Armando, an actor who had plenty of friends including and not limited to footballer Didier Garnacho, superstar football player Horace 'Horny' Horton, and as of last two weeks Paisley Vesterby, Sergio enjoyed the Maytime tournament with all the relaxation and the mildness he could afford. On daytime he would find himself with a book or two of his summer reading list, which totalled at 625, and would go to the matches chatting with men and women his age. For most part, they were alright, at least enough to keep their numbers on his phone for when they'd fly back to Quebec, but Sergio wasn't finding much interest in half of them no less.

But right at that moment, even as he was having a pleasant time ahead of what's going to be a fascinating round of sixteen match between the Reapers and their Banijan foes for the fourth time in five IBCs, something else had bothered him. If anything, that something was what's been bothering him for past several days, as he carried a thick, brown envelope almost folder-sized that was sealed multiple times with initials attached to them.

Sergio had a feeling that when he picked up the folder on top of his coffee table in his hotel room, just after a morning swim, that it likely involved a confidential file. The Heos, unlike fairly ordinary Quebeco-Krytenians of middle class background, carried a peculiar reputation in Joongyeong. Plenty of grifters and lobbyists, from time to time, have tried to approach them, with most of their efforts ignored due to the family's hostility towards them, not to mention preferring to run things close to the familial circuit.

But there have been efforts, and that's something that's been getting harder to observe as whole. His uncle, former Judoka and nowadays a sports executive Ji Gyeong-Wan, had left no less dent of suspicions in public with his marriage to Jeongju Javelins' owner, Maisie Dreyfus-Milliken of oil-methodist infamy. That's perhaps why the Privy Council Chair's four grandchildren have all been repeatedly told for years to be careful with their circles, even as far as Sergio suspecting his cousin, 'big brother' Seung-Geon, gave up on Claire Lundrigan under what's supposedly a divine intervention. He didn't have any evidence though, and if anything was happy to see Seung-Geon's bride, Lady Adeline Bathurst - she fit the family well enough.

'Seung-Mo,' his grandfather said, giving a light glare that was more than enough to suggest that Sergio was under his radar. 'Why aren't you with a company? Or are you still missing over Santerre?'

'Gramps,' Sergio briefly gave a tiny nod of acknowledge, before speaking. 'No, but you could easily tell that Melissa and I may as well have been through.' Not that his grandfather liked Melissa much anyway. He had a suspicion something went wrong and ticked Dr. Heo off when he would come to visit now and then, but was too afraid to ask. Unlike Armando or Seung-Geon, who seemed to have no issue, Sergio just didn't take that step needed.

'Good, you will find a woman more suited for you some day,' answered Dr. Heo, in ways quite dismissive. 'You know everybody hopes go the way of Soongdeok-Je and the Queen Mother to find partners, but those happen once in a million.' He continued. 'You know, in my time, a famous rapper once said that one good girl is worth a thousand bitches, and another said that bitches come a dime a dozen. Therefore, one good girl is worth about $8.33.'

'Grandpa,' Sergio answered in a surprise. 'Aren't both of them dead?'

'Shh,' Dr. Heo answered. 'You know I am saying. But what's with you idling around while Horton lad there's busy with a new girl on the team, the one who fouls a lot....Igbinosun?, Lautner busy with the Paisley Vesterby girl and even your brother busy enough with one of your father's actresses?'

'You know, I'm mostly here to take minds off those things, not to get into it all. Just like how you aren't looking to re-settle even though grandma's died thirty years ago.'

'Precisely so,' was all that grandfather of four said, as he took a step back and looked at the paper envelope. Its size, and how bulky the documents inside appeared to look, were hard to ignore. 'Anyway I see that you have some having files, Seung-Mo. Have you read through them?'

To his surprise, his grandfather appeared to have a clear grasp on what the envelope carried. Even further, he likely knew what they had meant and needed to be told. While he didn't always understand the politics and national security, at least not to the degrees of his cousins or his mother, he knew how to read behind the lines that to not give his grandfather a correct answer would be to run against it. 'Yes, grandpa,' Sergio answered.

'Good,' Dr. Heo answered to satisfaction. 'Well, I do not know why they had delivered those files to you, whoever it may be, but at least you know what is about to come.' He then turned around to look at Sergio, who appeared to be in focus. 'But you know surely as well as me that this won't be the first time such threats will be incoming.'

'Do you mean, that-'

Sergio tried to ask further, but was intervened by his grandfather. 'Your great-grandfather, the 新高麗人民戰線 brigadier to his very bone, have always reminded me who I was, even in his final days,' he said. It was well known among the Joongyeongite court that the elderly man, who had voted most of the years with the 新民線/NPD outside of a decade with PJLQ, mostly out of friendship with iconic Prime Minister Arsene Pineau Kim, that had refused peerage no less than eight times in last twenty years. He would do so several more times in coming years, much to his children's disappointment. 'And it's my turn to say it to you again.'

'Remember who you are, think carefully and choose hard,' he said, as a brief moment of silence followed before continuing.
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Postby Ranoria » Thu Feb 06, 2025 10:16 pm

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International Basketball Championship 41 Playoffs
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Round of Sixteen Cutoff!


Here's some music, be back in a minute!



Top Half

Quebec and Shingoryeo 68–72 Banija @ Silberkraft Arena at "The Riverfront", Memphis

Ko-oren 84–63 Kamijiro @ The Coast, Highport
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Drawkland 92–58 East Lithuania @ The Lion's Den, Fiston

Of the Golden Harp 69–89 Vaishnavaria @ UPZ Shipping Stadium

Bottom Half
Valanora 91–83 Aphrilia @ Karmin-Falce Arena at The Skyline Court, Ranoria City

New Umoja 74–63 Panay Islands and Guimaras @ Savior Coliseum, Herot
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Sarzonia 65–67 Aurevbush @ Specter Industries Coliseum, Apollotown

Valentine Z 87–84 Maraonia @ Royalty Arena, Rouyoute

IBC 41 Quarterfinal Draws:

Top Half:
Ko-oren vs Banija @ Specter Industries Coliseum, Apollotown
Drawkland vs Vaishnavara @ Savior Coliseum, Herot

Bottom Half:
Valanora vs New Umoja @ Karmin-Falce Arena at The Skyline Court, Ranoria City
Valentine Z vs Aurevbush @ Royalty Arena, Rouyoute
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Postby Quebec and Shingoryeo » Thu Feb 06, 2025 11:32 pm

Basketball Quebec announces departure of coaches, staff members

Vincent Leland Domingue

JOONGYEONG, JOONGYEONG - Basketball Quebec announced today that following personnel have been relieved of their respective duties under the Quebec and Shingoryeo basketball national team, effective immediately:

  • Men's Program Director: Franck Briere-Bourque
  • Women's Program Director: Elle Allen-Conroy
  • Men's Head Coach: Ben Rawlyk
  • Women's Head Coach: Johanna Youngblood-Parker
  • Women's Assistant Coach: Nam Ji-Woo
  • Trainer: Jean-Victor Colonna

'I would like to thank members of the team staff for their work to the Basketball Quebec and our national team program,' said BQ President Santiago Barbera. 'We will now move forward and look to find suitable replacements necessary to ensure the Team Quebec could return to our winning ways.'

Basketball Quebec High Performance Director Kim Hong-Ja will lead the nationwide search for replacements.

'Our focus is to play less like shit against poor opponents, and to be able to beat the best opposition available, no matter what rank,' said Kim. 'We wish departing members of the Team Quebec all their best.'
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Postby Panay Islands and Guimaras » Fri Feb 07, 2025 1:23 am

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A GREAT RUN COMES TO AN END
Herot, Ranoria

Before the game starts, LB98 traveled to Herot to throw up a party for one last time before the Island 5 got out of the competition. The Island 5 will face the New Umojans, who are superiorly athletic and taller than them. On the first half, you would see gradually the Umojans picking up Mejía's pace and then an Umojan literally swatted off Mejía's balls and then proceed to a rebound. The defensive line of Hiejima, Mejía's partner and Sergio Vergara did their best to take out the Umojan defense. But it wasn't the case. Andolong's handling of the Umojans was called "an abomination" by the fans. He admitted it in his press conference saying that "they were faster and taller" and "need to keep up with them in future encounters." Still, the Island 5 made the Panayenses proud by reaching the Round of 16 this time and the LB98 hoped that their basketball team will do better next time, even though the New Umojans mocked the barra brava. Until some fan did something unusual. "We don't give a flying fuck, *redacted word*!", says a fan. "You guys are a bunch of false Africans trying hard to be "Africa" while you have fucking American roots! Dickheads!" And even a video of an Umojan man screaming in front of a LB98 member while the member of LB98 is chanting about how passionate for their team was. Back to Andolong, he says that a million thanks for supporting the whole Panayense team in their hardships and success in this tournament. "We give you thanks to all the Panayenses in the arena or in the television for cheering us in the hard and good times."

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Postby New Umoja » Fri Feb 07, 2025 3:23 pm

Panay Islands and Guimaras wrote:"We don't give a flying fuck, *redacted word*!", says a fan. "You guys are a bunch of false Africans trying hard to be "Africa" while you have fucking American roots! Dickheads!" And even a video of an Umojan man screaming in front of a LB98 member while the member of LB98 is chanting about how passionate for their team was.

:eyebrow:


Anyway,

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The New Umoja national basketball team survived their first test at the IBC finals in Ranoria despite an off shooting night for Trevon Jamison, who was 4-of-12 from the field. Makalo Thandeka's 14 points and Quay Fields with 11 points and 7 assists led the team past Panay Islands and Guimaras in a game that was close through three quarters, but swung by a huge 20 point fourth quarter for the Scary Face Bilbos. Rashonte Drayton and Amir Khalid Adesina both provided good scoring support off the bench despite Jamison's shooting woes. Adesina hit two clutch long twos in the final two minutes, and the Islanders turned the ball over three times on their last possessions to ensure the game was out of reach. "Excellent defensive showing," was coach DeAndre Tate's takeaway from the game, speaking both to the impact of Malikon Rhodes as a key stopper, and the team's offensive struggles.

The Scary Face Bilbos now face their first rematch of the tournament, and that with the only team to have beaten so far: the much-vaunted Dragons of Valanora, at the Karmin-Falce Arena of the Skyline Court in Ranoria City. In their group stage match the Dragons, themselves former IBC champions, relied on accurate three-point shooting to take down the Scary Face Bilbos as Balder Hauge and Malin Lien proved too much for the New Umojan defense, but Tate says this latest impressive performance provides grounds for optimism. "We can play better than we did in the group stage, and if we can put everything together, we can definitely give the Vanorians a run."

Tate added: "But seriously... I just wanna know what letter it starts with?"

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From Shadows to Stardom Part 5: Trial of the Heart

Postby Vaishnavaria » Fri Feb 07, 2025 7:19 pm

The week leading up to the tryouts felt like a grind. Jackson and his teammates were pushing themselves harder than ever, each practice more intense than the last. But even with the exhaustion and pressure building up, there was a spark inside him—a feeling that this was the moment he’d been waiting for. He had already come so far, and with only a week left, there was no turning back.

On the court, Aaryan and his gang were still making things difficult. Their mocking stares and sarcastic comments were constant, especially whenever Jackson missed a shot. Every time his aim was off, Vincent would snicker, and King would raise an eyebrow, like they were just waiting for him to fail. But Jackson had learned to shut them out, keeping his focus on the game and what lay ahead.

One afternoon after practice, Jackson and Sophie were sitting on the steps outside the gym, trying to catch their breath. The session had been tough, and the air was thick with frustration. Sophie had been quieter than usual, almost like she was lost in her thoughts. Jackson noticed, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

“What’s up with you?” he asked, still a little out of breath.

Sophie hesitated before answering, her gaze drifting off to the horizon. “I don’t know. Things are changing so fast. But I guess it’s good, right? Our parents are doing well at the university, not relying on charity anymore. It’s... different.”

Jackson smiled, relieved that she was opening up. “Yeah, it’s actually amazing. They’re gonna get their degrees, find work. It feels good knowing we won’t have to depend on others anymore.”

Sophie nodded, but still seemed distracted. “I just don’t feel like I fit in here. Everything’s so different, and I don’t know if I’ll ever really feel like I belong.”

Jackson put an arm around her shoulders, giving her a small squeeze. “It takes time. But we’ve got each other. And you’ll find your place too.”

Sophie’s expression softened, and for the first time in a while, she didn’t seem so distant. “Thanks, Jax.”

Before they could talk any further, Aaryan’s voice interrupted the moment. “Hey, Jackson!” he called from across the courtyard, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “I didn’t know they let charity cases sit on the sidelines. What are you doing here?”

Jackson clenched his fists, but Sophie was quicker to respond. She stood up, her voice low but firm. “You should keep your opinions to yourself, Aaryan. Not everyone here is as stuck-up as you.”

Aaryan’s smirk wavered for a second, clearly caught off guard by Sophie’s words, but he quickly recovered. “Oh, it’s the little sister now, huh? You’re just as pathetic as your brother.”

Jackson stood, feeling the heat of the situation rising. But before he could say anything, Rafo stepped in, breaking the tension.

“Aaryan, enough,” Rafo said firmly. “Jackson’s earned his spot here. You don’t get to undermine him—or anyone else. Now, get back to practice.”

Aaryan didn’t argue, but the anger in his eyes was clear as he turned and left, his gang following behind. Sophie turned to Jackson, her face flushed with frustration.

“Thanks for standing up for me,” Jackson said quietly, grateful for her words.

Sophie shrugged. “I just couldn’t let him keep talking like that. You’re my brother. I don’t care what he says.”

As the days passed, the pressure kept building. Tryouts were just around the corner, and Jackson felt every mistake, every shot that didn’t land. Aaryan’s gang never let up, but Jackson wasn’t fighting just to prove himself to them anymore. He was fighting for something bigger—proving to himself that he belonged.

The morning of the tryouts, Jackson stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his jersey. Sophie walked up behind him and gave him a quiet smile.

“You got this, Jax,” she said softly. “Just be yourself.”

Jackson nodded, his nerves calming a little at her words. It wasn’t just about basketball anymore. It was about finding his place, about pushing through everything that had held him back—his past, his fears, and even the people who wanted to tear him down.

The gym was buzzing with energy as players lined up, ready to give it everything. Aaryan stood at the front, looking as smug as ever, scanning the others with his usual air of superiority. Jackson felt the tension between them, but he wasn’t going to let it break him. He had a team to make, a future to secure.

And this time, nothing—no taunts, no sneers—was going to stop him..
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Postby Banija » Sat Feb 08, 2025 4:35 pm

OOC Note: Both links in this RP is to an origianl audio RP by yours truly, done from the perspective of the Banijan radio commentator, so please take a listen!

Banijan PG, Obasie Khoza, with 22 seconds left, and the Banijans down, 68-67, against Quebec


To say that this game had not gone as expected, frankly, was an understatement. And not only an understatement- but potentially the understatement of the tournament.

The Banijans had been generous underdogs, with the Quebecois favored by 9.5 points before the opening tip. The feeling, in both countries and, frankly, around the basketball world, was that Quebec would put an early end to the Lions run here at IBC 41. How exactly this would come to pass was a matter up for debate- some thought the Banijans would put up a fight early, and then the Grim Reapers would pull away late. Others thought that the Quebecois would bury them in a barrage of early-game dominance, and this game would be functionally over by halftime. Others thought that maybe Quebec would go on a trademark run, maybe in the second or third quarter, and have maybe a 10-12 point win that probably doesn't accurately showcase the talent gap between the two sides on offer.

But that's why we play the games, right? Nobody was ready for what would actually happen.

It was actually the Lions who started fast- and then, who were able to build a shock lead. For the first three quarters of the game, Quebec simply could not buy a three point shot- shooting an absolutely abysmal 2/17 from three for the first three quarters. And it wasn't like the Banijans were especially scoring at some crazy rate, either. Quebec simply picked a terrible time to have their worst three point shooting night, in at least the past 5 cycles- and possibly longer. The Lions were doing a great job rebounding, and preventing second chance opportunities, but that had allowed them to build a stunning lead, that had gotten bigger all game. A 17 point lead after three quarters, was probably the most stunning end of 3rd quarter score of the entire tournament.

A shockingly poor performance, and at the end of those three quarters, it was the Quebec fans letting their players hear it- the boobirds were out in full force, adding to the mounting pressure facing the best team in the multiverse. But Quebec was never going to completely fade away- they were too talented, too deep of a team to just get their asses kicked, by a massive rival, on this kind of stage. So they came blitzing back at the Banijans with a vengeance. And it was their bench unit that got them going. Their HC, disgusted with such a poor effort, benched their starters to start the 4th, and the bench unit immediately went on a 9-0 run- forcing a couple of turnovers to suddenly put the Banijans on their heels. IF there was any team that was capable of winning a game down 17 in the fourth, it was Quebec- and suddenly, things were uncomfortably close.

That led us to the current moment. They were dominant in the quarter, and the Banijans were treading water. At this moment, Quebec led by 1, with the clock ticking down. 68-67, clock under 20 seconds. Coach Laboto was not going to use his final timeout- let the players play. And so Obasie Khoza looked at his opposite, and he looked him dead in the eye. Obasie Khoza knew what was at stake in that moment. He'd have one last chance to make a play- that would effect the course of Banijan basketball history. And then-

He hit the shot of his life.

Quebec called a timeout, and the whole team was on the floor, hugging him, with 8 seconds left. One more stop- but had he hit the shot to, finally, get the NT over the hump- and, with one play, repair his reputation in Banijan basketball?

And then- what will go down in Banijan history simply as 'the stop.'

Time expired- Banija had a stunning win. The scenes were chaotic. Grim Reapers fans, pissed off- the ones who weren't in pure shellshock, anyways- throwing shit on the court, as some of the multiverse's harshest fans gave Ranorian security, and their own team, all that they could handle. Khoza, avoiding the chaos, was nearly in tears. It was like a massive weight was lifted off of his shoulders- the weight of failure, the weight of expectation. The constant criticism that the Banijans had make the wrong choices, that they shouldn't be here, that they were failures- at least, for one night, those voices were silenced.

Nobody knew what the future held(well, it was Ko-oren). But as Khoza hugged his wife, in tears, he smiled- at least this game, in his last tournament, he finally got his signature win as a member of the national team.
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Postby Valentine Z » Sat Feb 08, 2025 4:49 pm

Part 7 – Eveline meets exposition and danger. The close match against Maraonia’s team, and soon to be meeting Aurevbush’s.

Chief Aviator Eveline Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Celinda Sammy Doris T-Rev Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: You can cut the tension and the awkwardness in the air with a knife. It was quiet for a while – perhaps a combination of these beings (averaging 3.5 to 4 feet) surprised by my presence and looks, and the assumption that there was going to be no one else from that world. In a matter of seconds, I was being surrounded by them and then was escorted to a holding area. They talked to me in a tongue that I could not understand, but Clarissa’s translation system was able to pick it up and informed me that it would be ready in around 19 seconds. I never doubted them for a second, of course! I walked alongside them, my hands loosely tied behind my back (well, that’s to be expected, given how I’ve a gun, so…) as I was escorted and guided by 6 armed guards and a few staff members, who I assume are the operators of the machine that teleported me here. The looks varied – from some sort of annoyance and anger, to fear and dread, and mainly the curiosity and intrigue. I am going to assume that these folks are not fans of enhanced interrogation, so this is going to be easy. I mean, not that they are going to bother me if they are aggressive about it, I can always shoot them. Most of the time, of course, talking is good. After a few more minutes, they opened a door to which I crouched slightly, and then I sat down on the floor, the railgun being taken to the other side of the room as I was then held down by them. Quite strong for their size, but given their appearance of being quite muscular and all, that is not a surprise. There was no talking between myself and them, so I put aside some time to think of the IBC.

Just as I was about to use my powers, however, I heard and saw a person entering the room. Stock build just like the rest around him, but with a thick pair of glasses and an outfit that I can only best describe it as a combination between a lab outfit and attire with a business attire. From behind those thick glasses, his eyes fixated on me and with much worry across his face. At that moment, the translator was more or less ready as a result, I was able to talk to them in it. I will just translate everything to English to the best of my ability. “Where you from?” that was the very first thing that he asked. I weighed my options along with seeing the future, wondering as to if I could get away with telling them that I was from some exotic island or somewhere on their planet. That was quickly shut down when this little man added on, “We have not seen anyone like you before. Are, are you from the other worlds?” Ahh, bingo, I thought to myself. Well, no point lying, so I said, “Yes, I am from another world. I am just an interdimensional tourist, you know what that is? To see other worlds, visit them, love the culture and the like. I have been here- well, was there, for a couple of hours and I noticed that there was nothing in that world other than the trees and buildings. No animals and none of you. So, I got curious, I went into this power plant, it activated, here I am!”

“Of course, we activated that machine,” the man replied back in return, somewhat cordial now, “We have to. Hmm, I know you have belief in multiple worlds, since that’s how you get here. However, do tell us – do you believe in parallel worlds?” Well, of course I do, I told him. “Ahh very well. You also then know that there are other worlds just like us, ones that have anything ranging from drastic changes in history, to that man’s hair being combed a little different today.” Again, yes to that. In fact, that is the sort of thing that I dislike about the worlds. There are way too many of them and it’s hard to keep track of them. They’re, however, great for those scenarios when you’ve really messed up the worlds beyond recognition and you need a copy of it or something to that effect. Basically, forcing that as the main timeline, so to speak. Anyway, I didn’t tell them any of that, only nodding politely and that “Yes, I know of it. So, what is happening to your worlds?” He shifted his glasses a little bit, perhaps surprised but not really intent on showing it fully. “You are a lot more perceptive than I thought,” he said. Ehhh, comes with experience.

He continued on, “Years ago, our telescopes that are looking out into the deep annals of space have discovered something terrifying. Dark matter – a supposedly hypothetical matter that does not interact with light and other EM, exist in our world, and it has also expanded into considerable amounts. At first, we have had emotions of fascination and intrigue. This is not something you see every day, we thought to ourselves! The only thing is that we could not send any of our astronauts to it because the nearest was around 9.55 Horizon Units (Eveline’s note: Around 4.13 billion light years), a distance that we could not possibly close in our lifetimes- and hey, we do live long too!” I nodded. So far so good, right? The Dark Matter existing, it’s not science fiction anymore. “However,” he continued on as he took off his glasses, “Further studies and observations have showed that the matter was appearing at a rather alarming rate and distance. At first, it was 9.55 Units, followed by 9.20, 9.00, 8.50… every month. It’s unpredictable but it’s clear that it’s getting closer and closer to us. And whatever it’s doing out there is, for the less of a better word – disintegrating everything. We thought it was red-shifting them but it did not exactly align with our knowledge. We chalked it up to annihilation and then decided that the only way to escape it is… well, other worlds.”

“It worked for a brief moment – we managed to shift to worlds where the dark matter have not developed enough. We actually tried to look and go to the ones that has no such thing in the first place, then it would make shifting easier. Or we won’t even need to shift anymore. Alas, we have found no such luck. And thus this cycle of shifting over and over. We have done this for tens of times at this point, it’s a yearly occurrence. The nature of the shifting means that the public won’t know about it and well I mean, a power plant in a middle of a small city – filled with “civilians” that are undercover – helped to cover it all. Doesn’t want to cause unnecessary grievance, after all.” Ok, so I thought to myself, trying to think this through. It’s not unheard of for me, but for these poor sods – their world is constantly in danger and this is the only way that they know how to. I feel for them, in a way. However, then comes the question, you know that one that got me to this place in the first place. “I assume you all shifted away the other people and animals to prevent possibility of clones,” I started off, all of them suddenly a little concerned, “I would like to ask something, then – You are from the 1st world, for example. You jumped to this 2nd world, so now you are occupants of this 2nd world. So, where are the animals and yourselves that are from this 2nd world?”

They hesitated for a longer moment and of course, they did not tell me anything. “That’s not something you should be concerned with,” the man said again, donning back his glasses, “What WE are concerned with, however… you and your suit. It must hold the key to stopping this mess. I ask that you hand over your equipment to us and well, it should be an easy decision, right?” Just as he finished his words, a symphony of guns being handled and cocked were heard around this interrogation room. “Try to run or do your little tricks, and you will most certainly regret that, of course.” I rolled my eyes, simply smugly telling him off, “Well you could have asked nicely! Since you are now threatening me, I will return the favour.” With a couple of focused thoughts, I managed to stop time in its tracks, being able to take my railgun back, along with punching and kicking the guards in the room before opening the door, exiting the room, and then closing the door back. Play it back, I thought again. Time resumed, and so did a cavalcade of sounds, yells, and exclamations were heard from the room. They are obviously going to come after me, yea.

Luckily for me, I have always been one step ahead of them. Cutting it close like Gwen’s Angels did with Maraonia’s team. Seriously, a 87–84? How was it THAT close? See, this is what I mean – you will never expect it with these unknown variables and teams. Quite a parallel to what I am doing right now, somewhat cutting it close with the beings who knows how to shift between dimensions, even if their abilities are limited. Next up is with Aurevbush, a name and the team that I along with the Angels are familiar with. Good opponents to play against, and I should visit their world one day- maybe now but I want to wrap up this adventure. “WARNING: THE FACILITY IS ON SILENT LOCKDOWN,” the alarm and the PA system blared at me and got me coming back to my senses after being distracted by basketball out of all things. “Shoot her on sight!” Tsk, typical! I thought they would just let me go, get me a 5-star hotel as I figure out their problems. Well, as a wise person once said, “Once they know of your powers, they are going to put needles onto your bloodstream and go nuts on harvesting you; they won’t ask nicely.” Well, that’s okay! Just as I was running along a corridor and turning corners here and there, I tripped and fell forward, the armour thankfully absorbing the blow. As I looked at the corridor, I realized that the space was stretched out all over.
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Postby Ko-oren » Sat Feb 08, 2025 5:20 pm

Part IV

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This is Ko-oren at its loneliest. You might find us cold and distant even in our warmest regions, but the Northern End is where civilisation tapers off into nothingness. All that lies beyond is the dark Celestial Ocean on your right and the mighty Salamantic Ocean on your left. Somewhere in the distance are the Plough Islands, but their culture and climate are so far removed from what you'll find here, it's difficult to internalise.

While this journey makes it to the national top 12, it's not for everyone. Ideally, it's a quick five-day adventure, in and out, having seen some of nature's strangest and most ephemeral creations. At worst, you'll be snowed in for days and you've seen nothing but fog, snow, rain, hail, and other forms of precipitation suspended in mid-air.

It doesn't start that bad. Launathi is fairly easy to get to, as in, trains run regularly and service rarely stops, even in winter. It's not as easy to get to when you realise that from the capitals, you have several ways to get to the town of Ohringan, the terminus for the Northern Mainland line, and all of those ways into Ohringan are slow. And then from Ohringan the trains are even slower, passing through places like Nedhelom, Nishahba, Mospel - and you realise just how few people choose to live their life this far up - and then you realise your trip hasn't even formally started yet. Launathi itself is a small city (or massive town) and the starting point for a lot of expeditions into the mountains, which famously harbour Ko-oren's very few ski opportunities. That's for another day, though. From Launathi, you take the painfully slow train to Narkas, which includes the longest station-less stretch of railroad in the country, between Ribihk and Northadh. On your right you'll have an incredible view of the country's highest peaks - the Jagaubih, Hiana, Taraugahna, Austalim - and on your left there'll be nothing but endless ocean. As Northadh comes into view, it's time to resupply and stay seated for Narkas, which includes the third-longest station-less stretch of railroad (after Jillong-Nyashawill).

From there it's a comfortable ferry ride to the island of Azuren, where Azhoren will be your port of call. This remarkably densely populated island is surrounded by fish and not permanently frozen, which means that the people there had access to other foods. This, together with modern logistics, means that it's a cold and dark - but very liveable island. The town of Azhoren is dedicated to the arts and crafts of the north, with museums, workshops, and yes, cheap foreign-made knock off souvenirs. Expect a lot of wool and stone.

You'll come across a town every so many kilometres before taking another ferry, this time into Egihedaea, with a good connection to Ehbanna. These two cities - comparable or larger than Launathi - have a huge ice hockey culture and together host about half of the professional Aevarea League. Ehbanna has all you can wish for this far away from the mainland, and is even worth a visit on its own. Between the cities is Auka National Park, site of a lonely, dormant volcano, which dominates the island from afar. It allows for some heating on the island as well, a few hot springs, geothermal energy sources, if you're into that kind of thing.

After that, it's another ferry, this time to the final island of the journey. You'll get to Aeris or Ethos, as the northernmost island of Ko-oren is forked: Aeris on the left, Ethos on the right, and no matter how you go about it, the roads meet further north in the town of Aurgili. From there it's the final preparations for the only other route out of there: to Abiseresh, along the tallest mountain of the islands, the Aevarea (after which the ice hockey league is named), to Saudhabihn. Just before you get there, there are well-managed options to visit Aunoshulun National Park. If Auka could pass for a tundra, Aunoshulun is covered in snow nearly year-round, and subject to harsh winds from about 300 out of 360 degrees around you. If it's not the Salamantic trying to push you east, it's the Celestial pushing you west.

Daredevils may progress after this point, where roads stop, to Alioth: the northernmost point of Ko-oren. Enough pictures exist of it now - and by sea it's not that much further out from the mainland than, say, the Capitals to Ethuweri - but it's a frontier. There's not much to do there except visit an obelisk placed there about a century ago to finally officially mark the area. Returning back to Saudhabihn, you can collect your stamp. It's your word: if you say you've gone all the way to the obelisk, you'll get it, with those who lie about it at some point removing the page from their collection out of shame.

Alioth even entered the Gehrennan language, its definition being something along the lines of 'an impossible to reach point' or even a fool's errand. Aurgili has also become a phrase: a point of no return. If you get there, you might as well press on.
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Postby Vaishnavaria » Sat Feb 08, 2025 5:25 pm

The week passed in a blur of sweat and exhaustion. With tryouts looming, the intensity of the open gym sessions doubled. Every drill was sharper, every scrimmage fiercer. Jackson pushed himself harder than ever, determined to silence Aaryan and his crew. But they weren’t making it easy.

Aaryan’s jabs became more frequent. “Don’t mess up, Morgan. Wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of the coaches.”

Vincent smirked. “Better hope they’re feeling charitable.”

King chuckled. “Maybe they’ll take pity on a refugee.”

Jackson ignored them, focusing on his game. He was done reacting. Every time they taunted him, he funneled his frustration into his training. His shots became more precise, his footwork sharper. Rafo noticed.

“Keep this up, and you’ll prove them wrong,” Rafo muttered after practice.

“I don’t care about proving them wrong,” Jackson said, wiping sweat from his face. “I care about making the team.”

Rafo grinned. “Then play like it.”



That night, Jackson and Sophie sat in their tiny apartment, eating dinner. Their parents had just returned home, their faces tired but satisfied.

“I got accepted,” their father announced suddenly. “Your mother, too. We start at the university next month.”

Jackson and Sophie froze.

“Wait,” Sophie said slowly. “You mean… we won’t have to rely on the refugee center anymore?”

Their mother smiled. “No more food rations. No more donations. We’ll be able to take care of ourselves.”

Jackson felt something stir in his chest. It wasn’t just relief—it was hope. For the first time, their future didn’t feel like it was on shaky ground.

Sophie was quiet for a moment, then nodded. “That’s… good.”

Jackson glanced at her. She had been distant for weeks, but lately, she seemed a little more open.

“I made a friend today,” she muttered suddenly.

Jackson blinked. “Wait—really?”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it a big deal.”

He grinned. “It is a big deal.”

She nudged him. “Shut up.”

Jackson just laughed.


Tryouts came faster than he expected.

The gym was packed. Dozens of players were there, each one trying to secure a spot on the roster. The head coach, a no-nonsense man named Coach Reynolds, stood in the center of the court, clipboard in hand.

“You’re here because you want a spot,” he said, voice sharp. “Some of you will earn it. Most of you won’t.”

The tension in the room was thick.

Tryouts began with conditioning drills. Sprints, suicides, defensive slides—Coach Reynolds was relentless. Jackson gave it everything he had, determined to prove he belonged.

Then came shooting drills. Jackson stepped to the free-throw line, bouncing the ball once. He could feel Aaryan watching him, waiting for him to fail.

He took a deep breath. Shot. Swish.

Another shot. Swish.

Coach Reynolds nodded but gave nothing away.

Scrimmages came next. Jackson found himself matched up against Aaryan. The older player smirked. “Hope you’re ready, Morgan.”

Jackson didn’t answer. He just locked in.

The game was brutal. Aaryan played hard, but Jackson didn’t back down. He fought for every rebound, ran the floor with everything he had. Late in the scrimmage, Rafo lobbed him a pass, and Jackson saw his chance.

Aaryan was right there, but Jackson spun past him, cutting through the defense. He took a quick step, jumped—

And nailed a smooth mid-range jumper.

The gym went silent for a moment.

Coach Reynolds scribbled something on his clipboard.

Aaryan’s jaw tightened.

Jackson just jogged back on defense. He wasn’t here for Aaryan. He was here to make the team.

And he wasn’t done yet.

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Postby Drawkland » Sat Feb 08, 2025 5:26 pm

For the ninth and presumably last time this cycle, the Net Corps suited up in The Lion's Den. Drawkland's stay in Fiston had been extended by one more match thanks to their first-round bye in the IBC 41 playoffs, and they'd be getting a rematch against the last team they'd played in that arena: East Lithuania. Their first meeting, part of the last matchday of games for Group 5, was a tightly-contested affair between the reserves of both squads. The starting line for the Net Corps and Commoners both had minimal minutes on the floor, and instead it was the backups who pulled off an exciting last-minute finish. Basil was the one responsible for the buzzer-beating walkoff jumper to bring Drawkland its first undefeated group stage in IBC history.

Now, just a few short days later, it was time to face them again. This time, it wasn't the bench squad eating minutes with virtually nothing to play for. This was the Round of 16. East Lithuania had just come off a reasonably comfortable victory over Southwest Eastnorth in the first round, and now they were hungry for more. That first run, especially as a debuting nation, is really something special. The Net Corps knew that the Commoners would be playing with nothing to lose. At this point, they were playing with house money. The true pressure was on Drawkland to stay within themselves and prove why they still consider themselves outside contenders in the IBC. The starters of both teams were in, getting their first real look at each other.

For better or worse, the Net Corps got to enjoy several break days in a row due to the bye and the schedule. Whether the rest would aid them or the rust kill them, it wouldn't be known until tip-off. This was especially true for the normal starting line, who hadn't played meaningful basketball in about a week. It was time to put up or shut up.



What followed was the outcome one might've predicted between these two teams prior to the tournament beginning. Drawkland's starters were well rested, fully charged, and absolutely ready to lay the hammer down. East Lithuania's starting line was shooting rather efficiently, but they simply were not getting enough looks. The Drawkians were stifling on defense, and were hitting with brutal efficiency on offense. Ruth Cookson led the team in scoring with 26 points by herself in the first half, including going 7-for-9 on three point shots. The Natalie Endgard and Catalina Daywasson were excellent as well, especially defensively, combining for 4 steals. At halftime, Drawkland held a 51-24 lead over East Lithuania.

The tournament wasn't necessarily over for East Lithuania, but the writing was on the wall. The Drawkian portion of the crowd in Fiston was getting loud, as they could taste themselves getting that much closer to a quarterfinal berth. Even with the high stakes, head coach Domingo Abbott felt that the 27-point lead would be sufficient. With tougher basketball presumably yet to come, he figured it would be best to led the starters rest once again. They'd done quite enough work in the first half alone.

This meant that, coming out of the third quarter, Basil Thorne was on the floor. He hadn't expected to be getting any play time for this game, but he was absolutely pumped for it. It was even noticed by a couple teammates as the squads came onto the court for the tip-off.

"Damn, Basil. Are you excited or something?" Quinn Flowers asked as he eyed Basil, who was hopping on the balls of his feet and nodding along to the music playing over the arena speakers. It was the most extraneous movement he'd ever seen Basil make.

"Huh?" Basil seemed to snap out of a trance when he heard the question. "Uh, yeh. Fahred up to finish this game is all."

"Fired up?" Quinn grinned. "Fair enough, man. Me too."

Similar to the first game against East Lithuania, the 10 players on the bench were rotated pretty consistently, just to keep everyone fresh. There was a slight drop in production, as the Corps offense was not as completely in sync, and the ailing Commoner squad just tried to remain afloat. The game was pretty obviously out of reach by the time the 3rd quarter ended, but both teams were still giving a conscious effort in the final stanza of the game. At the final roar of the lion, Drawkland had claimed their blowout Round of 16, a 92-58 win over their groupmates. It was obviously a bitter end for the Commoners, but they'd accomplished more in their first tournament than many teams ever do. Drawkland's first tournament was IBC 19, held 20 years before Basil was born. That original Net Corps went 2-4 and landed second-to-last in their group. The core of that team went on to win 2 IBC titles before they were done. Imagine what the Commoners could do down the line?

Basil did pretty well in his second-half action, collecting 12 points including a couple of threes. Even then, he'd done more focusing than he'd done in ages. The fact that this was the tournament playoffs simply resonated with him on another level. He couldn't stop thinking back to the run in NSCAA 15, cut short a few games too early by Alexandria. That feeling of disappointment, that failure, it was something he'd never felt before. Even though he did everything he possibly could to win, he couldn't shake that feeling that there was something left. He knew that he wasn't taking basketball as serious at that point. Maybe if he'd just tried a little harder, focused a little more. A couple baskets earlier in the game could've completely changed the tide. For a young man who'd dealt with a fair amount of strife in his life, it was one of the first times that he truly regretted something, at least enough to be consciously thinking about it.



Even though he knew he wasn't going to be a primary contributor for this Net Corps team, he knew the stakes of the playoffs. He didn't fully grasp how mediocre the Corps had been for pretty much his entire life, but he did know how much it meant to his teammates. If he was going to be getting any action, he was determined to make the most of it. Basil ended up doing something that he'd pretty much never done before: he asked a teammate for advice.

On the team bus heading back to their Fiston hotel, where they'd be packing their things and preparing to leave for Herot, Basil stood from his seat and clambered towards the front of the bus. It caught the attention of a few people, but they mostly just shrugged and decided to not bother.

"Hey, c'n I ask ya a question real quick?" Basil sat on the edge of the seat right behind Natalie Endgard and tapped her on the shoulder. She was listening to music, but paused it to turn back to Basil.

"What's that?" Natalie asked, a faintly curious look on her face.

"How d'ya know when to pass?" Basil asked. He shook his head, dark curls bouncing a bit. "I mean, you and Cattylina are always rahght in step with each other. You pass it to and fro all tha time. But today y'all were gettin' it to Ruth a lot more. And I dunno, nothin' seemed different today than any other day, least with how Coach was gameplannin' and such. So I figgered it must be your decision an' all."

"Hmmm." Natalie squinted a bit, pondering the question. She giggled a bit. "Well, I dunno. It's just something you gotta feel. It's a little easier with Cat because we know each other so well, I can feel how open she is, how she's doing, what shots she's more likely to hit on a given day. But like with Ruth, I've started to know her a lot better since she came onto the team. I think the important thing is to pay attention to what they're good at, and what they're comfortable with. Like when I'm home with the Vultures, I make an effort to know how my teammates approach the game. Just because I'm a better shooter in general doesn't mean that I shouldn't give the ball to my shooting guard when he's got his stroke down. And just because he's open, doesn't mean he's open in a spot where he can confidently hit a shot. It's all about balance and understanding."

"Ah." Basil nodded, absorbing the information.

"Why do you ask?" Natalie said after a moment.

"I'unno, was jus' curious an' all." Basil shrugged. "Ah figure while I'm out here ah might'z well learn some stuff."

"Gotcha, dude." Natalie nodded. As Basil started to stand up and move back to his seat, she added, "I'm down to talk whenever you need."

"Thanks," Basil said simply as he made his way back to his seat. Another man might've pondered that conversation a little longer, or maybe thought about his team's chances against Vaishnavaria and Jackson Morgan in the quarterfinals. Instead, his mind randomly wandered back home. Was dad's knee feeling better? Did Bessie end up having her calf just fine? When was the next time he'd be able to take his truck off-roading? There'd be time for introspection later.

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Postby Valanora » Sat Feb 08, 2025 6:27 pm

To say that Aphrilia gave the Dragons a bit of a game would be an understatement, as their first game in the knockout round was indeed the first time it has felt that the Dragons have been challenged at all during their time here in Ranoria. While the game against Nightralia might have gone to overtime, it was a game not where their opposition rose to the Dragons level of play but one of those nights where the offense was simply not flowing the way we are normally accustomed to seeing them. Those sort of awful shooting nights are nothing new for anyone who has paid attention to the Dragons for any amount of time, they often creep up and bite the Dragons at the most inconvenient of times. Fortunately for the team in this edition of the tournament, that night came early in the group stage against a team that was far weaker than them on paper and they still managed to find a way in the extra frame to come away with the victory. Normally those sort of games instead seem to come up in the knockout rounds of a tournament and the team unable to claw their way to victory but they are games that are inevitable it feels with the way the Dragons play the game.

However in Ranoria City at the Karmin-Falce Arena at The Skyline Court, Aphrilia rose to the occasion and gave the Dragons the game of the tournament for them so far. It was a back and forth game, each team going up the court and finding ways to score against the opposition defense with relative ease, it felt like two titans were going at it. Each stop that one of the team's defenses made felt like it was going to be a huge moment in the game with the way that each team was scoring buckets, such was the intensity of the game. For the neutrals who found themselves at the arena, they had to be pleased with what was a track meet of a game and a display of scoring efficiency that you do not often get to see here at the highest levels of the game, at least from both teams. Indeed, of the eight games that happened in the round, the Dragons and Aphrilia was the only game that had both teams eclipse the eighty point mark on the scoresheet. While other games were closer than the eventual eight point victory for the Dragons, none of them were quite as entertaining from an offensive perspective as the two sides put on a show for the crowd.

Malin Lien continued her scoring hot streak as the guard put up twenty-four points as part of the Dragons ninety-one point output that sees the best offense in the competition continue to keep humming along perfectly. What is perhaps the more important stat for the guard was her three steals including one that came with three minutes left in the game when the Dragons were up only three, but getting her hand out into the passing lane she tipped the ball back past mid court. Scrambling as quick as she could, she collected the ball and made her way into the paint and put up an easy layup that put the Dragons up eighty-five to seventy-eight and gave them the cushion they would need to get the game over the line. Another bucket after another crucial stop, this time Balder Hauge collecting a loose ball after a wayward three by Aphrilia, and the team just had to make their free throws to salt away what had been a thrilling back and forth game with a team that they had expected far more defense and less offensive efficiency from. Regardless, they had grabbed the win and were one more on to the Quarterfinals, looking to keep the good times rolling.

The team gets the comfort of staying in Ranoria City for the Quarterfinals and playing at the same arena where they just had that offensive showcase and another one yet may be on the horizon, which would be a treat for the neutral but will likely give the Dragons coaching staff an ulcer. That is because it will be a group stage rematch with New Umoja that happens here in the next round and they will be looking for a bit of revenge after the Dragons were the only team that they failed to get a victory over in the group stage. That game ended up being a blow out as it was part of the team's offensive onslaught against the rest of the group after the scare with Nightralia and New Umoja showed they were far from pushovers with the rest of their performance against the group. A comfortable victory over Panay Islands in the previous round has to give them a bit of confidence as well as a return to form after the late group stage loss to the Dragons and for the Dragons they know that beating the same team multiple times in quick succession is difficult. Yet with the defense playing at a high level and the offense looking like a well oiled machine, there is a lot of confidence that they can produce the goods again against a good side and make it into the semifinals where anything might happen, especially with two of the undefeated teams in the group stage going down. Sarzonia was a victim of the upset bug against Aurerbush while Banija came back from the dead to stun Quebec, making the field look very wide open and one the Dragons might consider fortutious to their own hopes of finally breaking the IBC curse.
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Postby Ranoria » Sat Feb 08, 2025 7:09 pm

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International Basketball Championship 41 Playoffs
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Quarterfinal Cutoff!


Wasn’t able to get back to my place with the road conditions here, so huge shoutout to Quebec and Shingoryeo for guest scoring for me to keep everything on pace.

Ko-oren 82–80 Banija
Drawkland 82–85 Vaishnavaria
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Valanora 75–75 New Umoja (83–79 OT)
Valentine Z 114–60 Aurevbush

Semifinal Draw

Ko-oren vs Vaishnavaria
Valanora vs Valentine Z
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From Shadows to Stardom Part 6: The Final Shot

Postby Vaishnavaria » Sun Feb 09, 2025 2:12 pm

The final week before tryouts felt like an eternity. Every practice was harder than the last, and Jackson could feel his body breaking down. His arms ached, his legs felt like lead, and his mind buzzed with doubts. The mocking stares from Aaryan and his gang never stopped. Every miss, every error was a reason for them to laugh and sneer, and every moment felt like a test he couldn’t fail.

But this wasn’t just about them. It was about proving something to himself. It was about finally leaving the shadows of his past behind.

One afternoon, Jackson found himself on the court after practice, dribbling alone. The gym was mostly empty, except for a few lingering players. He was so focused on his moves that he didn’t notice Sophie approaching until she stood beside him, watching quietly.

“You good?” she asked, arms crossed.

Jackson slowed his dribble and glanced at her. “I think so. Just... I’m trying to clear my head.”

Sophie didn’t push, but the concern was evident in her eyes. “I know you’ve been pushing hard. Just don’t burn yourself out before tryouts.”

Jackson chuckled, though it felt hollow. “Yeah. It’s hard not to. Feels like the whole world’s watching.”

“Don’t let them get to you,” Sophie said. “You’ve come this far. You’re not about to let them drag you down.”

Jackson nodded, but he didn’t feel reassured. The pressure was real. With every missed shot, every failed attempt, Aaryan’s taunts echoed louder in his mind. Still, he kept going. No matter what, he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop.


The day of tryouts arrived faster than he expected, and the nerves hit him like a freight train. Jackson stood in front of the mirror in his room, adjusting his jersey. The reflection staring back at him felt like a stranger—someone who’d been through hell and fought to get to this point. He had come from nothing, and this was his chance to prove he was more than just the boy who’d escaped a warzone. He was a player, ready to fight for his spot.

Sophie entered the room, her quiet confidence filling the space. She gave him a smile that was soft but real. “You’ve got this, Jax. Just do what you’ve been doing.”

He nodded, trying to steady his breath. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

The gym was packed when they arrived. Players were scattered across the court, stretching and talking in small groups, sizing each other up. Aaryan was already there, standing in the middle of the gym like he owned the place. Jackson felt the eyes on him as soon as he walked in, the pressure thick in the air.

Aaryan’s smug expression didn’t falter when he saw Jackson, but Jackson could feel the tension between them. The last thing he wanted was to focus on Aaryan and his friends, but it was hard to ignore the way Aaryan kept glancing at him, making sure Jackson knew he was still the target.

Tryouts began with a few basic drills: dribbling, passing, and shooting. Jackson was in the zone. He kept his head down and focused, ignoring Aaryan’s sarcastic comments when he missed a shot. Each time the ball bounced off the rim, he fought the urge to listen to the sneers. His mind stayed locked on the basket, his every movement deliberate. This was his moment.

Then came the scrimmage.

The coach split the players into teams, and Jackson found himself on a squad with a few guys he didn’t know well. Aaryan, of course, was placed on the opposing side, and it didn’t take long before he started taunting Jackson from across the court.

“You’re in way over your head, charity case,” Aaryan called, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I don’t even know why you’re bothering. This isn’t your world.”

Jackson’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t respond. He couldn’t afford to let Aaryan drag him into a war of words. The game had already begun, and Jackson had to focus.

The game was intense, fast-paced, and full of pressure. Jackson’s chest was tight as he made his moves, feeling the sweat drip down his back. With each pass, with every dribble, he could feel the weight of his past, but also something else—a fire. He wasn’t just playing to make the team. He was playing for himself.

With the score tied and only seconds left on the clock, Jackson saw the opening. Aaryan had the ball, but his guard was sloppy, distracted by his own arrogance. Jackson made a clean steal, weaving through two defenders and pushing toward the basket. His legs burned as he sprinted down the court, the sound of his sneakers screeching on the hardwood, his heart pounding in his chest.

He could hear Aaryan shouting behind him, but it didn’t matter. He jumped, releasing the ball at the perfect moment. Time seemed to slow as it arced through the air, heading straight for the hoop.

Swish.

The gym erupted in cheers, but Jackson didn’t hear them. His focus was still on the moment—the relief, the exhilaration, the pure joy of having made the shot that could change everything.

The coach called the end of the scrimmage, and Jackson’s teammates surrounded him, clapping him on the back. But even amidst the celebration, Jackson’s eyes stayed on Aaryan. The smug expression had faded, replaced by frustration and disbelief.

When the final roster was announced, Jackson was among the names called. His heart swelled with pride, but there was no time to savor the victory. The real work was just beginning.

As he walked off the court, Sophie was waiting for him, her face lighting up as she saw him. “You did it, Jax! I knew you would.”

Jackson smiled, exhaustion mixing with triumph. “Yeah, I did. But I couldn’t have done it without you.”

She gave him a playful shove. “You’re welcome. Now, let’s get to work.”

And with that, Jackson knew his journey was just starting. He wasn’t just another refugee. He was Jackson Morgan, and this was only the beginning.
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Postby Ko-oren » Mon Feb 10, 2025 5:12 am

Semifinals!

Yes, you read that right: the national basketball team are in the final four of the IBC for the first time since edition 18. Half the history of the IBC has passed between our previous appearance and this one, as we're 'only' in IBC 41. Let that be a lesson: nobody keeps the Ko-orenites down for more than 22 tournaments! (Is what we would have said, had our national football team not taken more cycles to become relevant)

We could write entire pages full of the rekindled love for basketball: from a successful league and a good grassroots programme then, to decades of nothing, back to a successful league now. In our ever more cramped cities, there's always space for a basket, not always for a batting cage or net, or a soccer goal. Sure, attendances aren't at the same level as they were, but it's trending in the right direction. And this semifinal will definitely help out. Maybe we can actually have our own jerseys for IBC 42 instead of the ones we borrowed from Abanhfleft - thanks for using the same colours as our flag.

So how long ago was IBC 18? Ko-oren just came off of a five-tournament stretch where we made the final four times, winning once. Immediately afterwards, Saint Kanye launched their dynasty, followed by Drawkland and Vangaziland, then five straight Banija final appearances, two Nova Anglicana titles, and a Quebec and Shingoryeo three-peat. If history is anything to go by, there is usually a tournament between dynasties - and maybe the Dragonflies don't really count as a dynasty having won only one despite all the finals played - but we could just be in the next dynasty without knowing it, in which case we want to appease our Valentine overlords.

Does that mean we're all back? Not really - the current team consists of a few micro generations, and each iterates on the previous. Those over thirty pioneered a return of professional basketball and they're leaps and bounds ahead of their peers, but you still see that the new generation, who started training years earlier than the old guard, with better methods, and are profiting from a truly professional environment, is overtaking them quickly. Still, we expect that the likes of Tanamula, Varon, Canton, and Arzhendin will be remembered like some of the IBC17-20 names. There's the generation between, say, 25 and 30, who are a little lost in the middle: they don't have the advantage of being much better than the rest of their age bracket nor have they gotten everything out of the first half of their careers. And yet this is the group that culturally defines the locker room and the whiteboard: it's a large group at most of our 48 teams - several players over 30 have already called it quits - and they have to think about tactics more than just mismatches, which only the older group could get away with, given the skill gap between players. That skill gap decreases as time goes on and players are better prepared and have better youth coaching.

The youngest group is different. They don't really adhere to the groupings of club teams: they grew up with, say, the Anarcourt Railways as their local team, and have little regard for the history and status of, say, the Gehrenna Lions. When Canton et al grew up, there were no Anarcourt Railways, for instance. The league is opening up and more teams can afford paying and fielding a good team. This age bracket also has been dedicated to the sport from a young age instead of balancing multiple sports, assuming that basketball can earn them a living. Oldlin, Jorasen, Bwaudhen, Avobea - players playing fast, not necessarily near the paint, relying on their way better fundamentals to dupe the veterans.

The next step is clear: with more players on board, there's an opportunity to pick and choose physical attributes as well. As it stands, the Dragonflies are one of the shortest teams at the IBC. Given more time and more kids seeing the sport on TV, we'll have some more options so we don't have to field players under 6 foot something at the centre and forward positions. By that point, hopefully the tactical, social, and physical has merged to give us repeated shots at the trophy.
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Postby Valanora » Mon Feb 10, 2025 2:18 pm

The addage that it is difficult to beat a good team multiple times proved very true in Ranoria City and the Dragons were almost victims of what would have been one of the many truly monumental upsets that have occurred here in Ranoria. Alas, the Dragons showed once more a bit of bite and resistance to succumbing to the same sort of poor outings that would have seen them leaving Ranoria with a loss instead of preparing for a semifinal encounter later this evening. As has been pointed out many times over the course of this tournament, the team showed the grit and determination that seemed to be missing from them two years ago in Banija, with that early scare against Nightralia being the catalyst for how well the team has played since that encounter in the third game of the group stage. A game against an upstart opponent that was far better than their ranking would have suggested and combined with one of those traditional poor shooting evenings from the Dragons seemed like it had conspired towards the perfect situation where the Dragons would be bested and yet they would find a way to drag themselves to overtime where their endurance proved the difference.

That same situation seemed to play out here in Ranoria City in the Quarterfinals, although going into this game compared to the earlier one, the Dragons knew that New Umoja was far better than what their ranking might have suggested. The two teams had clashed in the group stage and during the peak of the Dragons complete domination of the rest of the group in the middle of their five games of over ninety points outburst, which lead to a fairly lopsided victory for the Vanorians. It would be the only game that New Umoja would go on to lose in the group stage, beating traditional powerhouses like Cardenao and Equestria as if they have been playing in the tournament for several editions now and not one of the newest faces to the competition. The upset bug has been quite prevalent in Ranoria and perhaps the Dragons have benefited from it, not allowing the sights and sounds of Ranoria to distract them with Vanorians already fairly well acquainted with the country thanks to the many visits over the last few decades with the teams clashing in NSCF and World Bowl play. While other strong squads were faltering in the different atmospheres, the Dragons were thriving like the Rockets and Raiders before them.

The Dragons started off the tilt though on the back foot, missing eight of their first ten shots but the defense was holding their own and keeping them within just a pair of scores as the team tried to find their shots. Knowing that it looked like the team was en route to another one of their infamous bad shooting nights, Odin Nagy called an early timeout and drew up a new offensive approach for the team in this game. They were going to work the ball inside and try to use the size and skill of Leander Berge to power through a stern defense and cold shots. The coach knew that it was likely not going to put up the massive numbers that their usual more free flowing, mid range and three point offense approach brought but the team needed buckets. Pick and rolls and screens as well as the jump hook that the center had in his game were going to be how they were going to manufacture some points and overcome the inability to hit their jumpers with regularity. Going six of nine from the field after the adjustments were put in showed that Nagy had made the right decision, now it was about slowing down New Umoja on the other end.

Thankfully their defense was up to the task and was contesting every shot and making what normally would feel like high percentage shots turn into a much more difficult effort. New Umoja was not being able to pull away and in the second half it was the teams trading the lead all throughout, as neither team could find sustained momentum to put distance between the two. With twenty seconds left in the fourth, the teams were tied seventy-five a piece and the Dragons had the ball. The team worked the ball around and tried to get Malin Lien a clean look in the corner, which she put up as the buzzer sounded yet the ball bobbled inside the rim and went out. Into the overtime though and Berge played like a man possessed, blocking the first two shots from New Umoja while Lien made up for her buzzer beater going in and out with eight straight points as the team went four from six from the field in the overtime period. The guard might have gotten all the points in the extra frame but it was all the team would need as Berge would block a third shot with twenty seconds left to go in emphatic fashion, a statement of Vanorian resilience in the face of adversity as the team grabbed their win.

Now on to the semifinals where the two highest remaining ranked teams take on each other, as the Dragons play Valentine Z once more. The last time these two teams came together it was in IBC 39, where the two were playing in the third placed game and it was a game where the Dragons managed to edge out their opponents with a good offensive showing and playing good enough defense to prevent the current number two team in the competition from being able to keep up. That was then, this is now, and Valentine Z took that loss and built off of it, going on to make the championship game of last tournament where they would be Quebec, the same Quebec who had won multiple recent championships. Where Valentine Z had grown stronger and better, the Dragons had gotten complacent, falling twice in the group stage and then being upset in the Quarterfinals with a team who was clearly too old and no longer good enough. That has changed this tournament with only a handful of holdovers from last edition with a fresh attitude and who has shown the desire to go out there and get a victory even on their poor days. In a tournament that has seen a plethora of upsets, can the Dragons shake off their curse in this competition and produce one more against the holders or will the holders rebuke the narrative and have an attempt at a repeat? It is a game perhaps that should have been a championship bout but here we are and one team's dreams of a title will be cut short at the penultimate hurdle.
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Postby Vaishnavaria » Mon Feb 10, 2025 4:00 pm

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Lee Price hits game winner to send Vaishnavaria to semifinals in stunning upset vs Drawkland



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Ranoria City- In a stunning upset by our very own tigers the heavily favored Drawkland net corps were beat out by a wonderful buzzer beater three by our very own Jon "Breaker" Lee Price who had a monster game. The whole offensive attack was just absolutely brilliant against one of the best teams in IBC 41 going a huge 8-0 on the season tramping teams in their path and being an unstoppable force. But of course this night it was different. The Tigers came out there and just left it all out on the floor and they went toe for toe with Drawkland and won. A great performance by Rafo Hendricks who has just really bounced back ever since that first outing against Sarzonia when people were calling for his head and just a wonderful performance he has had in this tournament silencing all doubters and critics after his poor cup performance. Morgan did not have as many points but he just managed the offense really well leading the game in assists with 10 assists and 9 rebounds as well as 3 blocks and 4 steals really fading into his role as a point guard managing and commanding the offense.


The first half started out really nice with a commanding lead taken by the Tigers. They struggled to get quick points but played lock-down defense targeting and throwing the kitchen sink at Catalina Daywasson who got shut down fast. They also put Jackson Morgan mainly guarding the young yet elusive woman Guard Ruth Cookson and Morgan did a good job at containing her and limiting her ability to move around the ball and make a play. Rafo Hendricks and Mohammed Washington were all over the court swatting down passes to the paint and blocking shots with Rafo denying a three point attempt by Natalie Endgard early in the game.


Less than halfway into the first quarter was when the offensive plays and attacks started to click together and drive into full force. Jackson Morgan realized he was not gonna drop a lot of points immediately when he first met the Net Corps defense in those first minutes of the game with Ruth Cookson and Catalina Daywasson matching his aggressive D with their own forcing Morgan out of his comfort zone and not allowing him any chances to shoot or make a zipping pass. So Morgan decided to play some cold,calculated good ole tactical ball. Morgan immediately switch to game manager and began calling plays and setting the pieces for the offense. He used 2 timeouts to set his plan and they set off. Rafo Hendricks immediately drained 2 threes and Jon Lee Price hit 2 jumpers off designed screen plays. As the outside shooters settled in to the game they then immediately began to get the big men involved. They ran a risky play for Mohammed Washington on designed rim attacks and it worked with Washington getting 2 easy shots off the board deep inside the paint. They then Began putting Jack Norstoll and his freaky athletic frame involved with Norstoll hitting one Jumper immediately and then bodying his way inside for an easy dunk.


The net corps were immediately pushed onto there back foot after this brilliant tactical set piece by Coach Nik Voron and Jackson Morgan, The net Corps Defense tried to rally back but they struggled too do so as Rafo Hendricks and Jon Lee Price were on fire hitting Jumpers form everywhere but every time they tried to cutoff the shooters Mohammed Washington would get involved and before they could shut him down for long they would then run set pieces for Jack Norstoll and more designed aggressive plays for Jackson Morgan and it was just too much to handle for the Net Corps to gather. But the Net Corps offense had risen to life with Catalina Daywasson hitting 2 threes and the men getting more involved with Sebatsian Earls hitting 2 monster dunks and 2 shots deep in the paint. Cookson was still stagnating but she had not done much to become a liability and made some good passes to set up shots for Earls. Power Forward Patrick Nevin also got involved with the Drawkian captain hitting 1 from three and then having too good takes that turned into 2 layups and 2 jumpers so the offense was sparking to life.


The second half score ended at 45-37 With the Tigers leading. The Vaishnavarians played good basketball and brilliant enough to hold the Drawkians at bay but the game was no over yet. Jon Lee Price really took off in the second half using his quickness,handles and quick shooting to outpace and beat the Net Corps defense. He took off for 14 points in the first 5 minutes of the half with Rafo Hendricks and Jack Norstoll starting to take off. Then Jackson Morgan completely flipped up the strategy and stopped running plays for Lee Price using him to attract Drawkian defenders and help Jackson Morgan And Hendricks to go wild on the court and it worked. The only guard strategy was not what the Net Corps expected and in that small 3 minutes time frame the skilled Vaishnavarian guards ran up the score a bit scoring 11 points stifling the Drawkian Defenders and not letting the Drawkians get an offensive drive going with Norstoll,Washington and Morgan running wild on defense. It was a bad situation for the famed Net Corps to be down 70-58 one one of the biggest stages that would decide if Drawkland would move on to the semi finals and an upset loomed.


But that's not what happened. The Drawkians started playing like the famed and great basketball players they were with Ruth Cookson replaced by Stella Morrison and Basil Thorne checking in a surprise move they actually managed to cut the lead down. The Net Corps ran wild dominating the 4th period it seemed like as captain Patrick Nevin begin really dialing it in taking charge of the offense and just taking it to the tigers defenders scoring a rapid succession of buckets vital for Drawkland. Basil Thorne even got in the action hitting a long three that seemed like it would miss til it swished. Stella Morrison also began to beat the Vaishnavarian Defenders scoring a quick 8 to make the lead 75-70 in favor of Drawkland with three minutes left in the game and it seemed like the Tigers collapsed.

But they weren't down yet as they rallied back around Jackson Morgan who began running unusual plays and just throwing their entire play count at the Drawkian Defenders running just about everything they had in those last few minutes. But it wasn't the plays it was the Players. Mohammed Washington dominated early scoring 3 massive dunks and with 1 and a half minutes left it was the Breaker himself who popped off just controlling the ball and wasting time and getting its full value scoring vital points and playing great defense on some big guys in those final minutes.


But it was tied up. Basil Thorne sank a mid range jumper after a good pass by Patrick Nevin to tie it up before a quick timeout by the Drawkian coach to put in all the best players they had on that floor. 82-82 30 seconds left. Mohammed Washington took a good pass at the free throw line and pump faced a defender and drove it down the lane for an easy layup knocking down Catalina Daywasson on his way which was a questionable call by the ref who ruled it a charge. 10 seconds left. The Drawkians were down on the shot clock and Catalina Daywasson threw up a shot that almost went in but was rebounded by Gabriel Stagson. He threw it past half court to Jackson Morgan who was alone with three defenders. He made a risky cross court pass to Mohammed Washington who beat Stella Morrison to the ball and then controlled it five seconds left. He swung it to Jon Lee Price down towards the three line who was heavily guarded. In a blur Lee Price Spun fell back into a fade away and launched it in a good shot.

Swish bang The Tigers are in the semifinals vs the Ko-orenites

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Postby Valentine Z » Mon Feb 10, 2025 5:23 pm

Part 8 – The absolute massive scoring against Aurevbush. Now we have Valanora to contend with. Eveline might be in that world for a while.

Chief Aviator Eveline Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Celinda Sammy Doris T-Rev Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: I can totally and absolutely get as to why they are trying to get me. Someone like me is worth a lot – and I am NOT just saying that because well, I am me! I mean, think about it, lovelies: If there is a person or a being that proclaimed that they can control space and time, AND have proven that they have total control over it, you are going to be pining for that said being. Although, I am not sure if this is the way to go about it if you know that this is a space-time controlling being. At that point, I would have asked nicely, you know what I mean? So that’s a massive strike one – the first one didn’t count since they didn’t expect someone to teleport spontaneously. However, after knowing about me AND pulling this against me? I will say, I am quite disappointed. As always, pardon me for going on and on about myself – oh the Fate that can control Space and Time. You definitely want to know a lot more about how I was fighting these guys. Last time I stopped, I got quite a trip but of course, a little fall wasn’t enough to hurt me! Then I noticed that the space has stretched out all over, as in the hallway, the doors, just everything – they were able to do that, I thought and didn’t underestimate too much. I don’t think they were able to do the time stuff, because otherwise they would have stopped me dead in my tracks. It’s still overall good news for me since I’m able to run circles around them.

As it went on, however, things started to get rather difficult. Space was getting curved at rather seemingly impossible angles, elevation, geometry, the works. These people are either able to use the space-bending to quite a good degree, or maybe they decided to go with “Hey it worked in this way so let’s try to use this to our advantage.” I mean, they are able to jump through universes as a whole, so I will give it that, it’s quite impressive. I ran along the entire facility, all of them trying their best to stop me by curving the space and making sure that I got lost. At some points, they even managed to fool me a little bit in terms of using the fourth spatial dimension – I was trying to get back to the machine but the space was warped to one of the toilets in the power plant. And it was a guy’s toilet, oh dear. I made my way out quickly, bashing the door and then a good small part of the ceiling too since I forgot that I was a little too big for the doorframes. I was not too bothered by that, all I wanted to do was to go to that machine again. Through a couple of winding walkways, through the seemingly impossible spaces, but I managed to get to it in the end. Of course, I did. What I also anticipated, however, was the now hundreds of these guys and girls aiming their guns at me. I’m sure they have much more than gunpowder on that, and I am not really too intent about finding that out even if I was able to disarm them. That little man appeared once again, this time severely more irritated and stomping his way to me. Nonchalantly, I stowed my railgun in an instant and raised my hands.

“I know what you are thinking,” he started off, “You think we wanted to kill these people- our own people. Our own versions from another worlds.”

“Well, you did,” I told him off coolly, “I’m sure they are very happy to know that the other versions of themselves have doomed them in a void.”

“Oh, spare me the ethics lesson! You travel through space as well, don’t you? I’m sure you got timelines that you wanted to save, and kill the others.”

I was caught off-guard for a moment – not just because he was right. I did that a lot of the times myself. However, I believe that I am doing it… correctly. “No, what I did is not as bad as this. I did not displace them in some void space or anything like that. Also, let me explain myself – do you think I abused my powers? Is that it?” I did not need to explain it, but I should at this point, “I am involved in a lot of sporting events – car races, ball games, many more that you might know. Basically, organized sporting events that I was in or am a coach of. No, I did NOT choose the worlds. I did not choose whether or not the opposing team would beat mine in a match. I did not choose to be in the worlds where I would win every single racing event out there. What I did was just going around the worlds, using my powers, exploring the places and the many cultures that are there. You have no idea how many worlds there are teeming with life and culture – and yours included as well, of course. I did not use my powers to have some personal fun with worlds that we are not associated with. Worlds we don’t play sports with, no interaction-“

“That’s your problem,” he slammed his fist on a nearby desk, in turn his employees (or minions at this point- can I call them that?) having the guns more tightly gripped, ready to put a bullet on me for not willing to cooperate, or for just telling my story that they do not like to hear. “You played deity with the worlds that don’t fall under or constitute as “your friends”, “the people you know”, or “those in your circle”. We are just playthings to you, aren’t we?“

“Well, it does make sense when you put it that way,” I trailed off. I stopped thinking about it eternities ago. In the sporting events, I suppose I will only change a timeline if someone dies; I am not going to change just because I lost. In other words, I am not exactly fond of this little man preaching about morality to me, “I did what I like with my powers, and you’re also not the only ones to tell me off on this. And you don’t need to tell me of it as well.”

“You just don’t give a damn, do you? That our world is dying because of YOU?”

“I did NOT end your worlds. The dark matter was there just by nature itself. You are all just hopping off timeline after timeline – ones that STILL have this event happening. Maybe pick a more correct world to jump, then?”

“Why didn’t you stop or help us, then? You should know our world is on the brink of destruction and we have to keep doing this. We are also not the only ones doing this – there are other worlds that are trying to stay alive too.“

“I am not omniscient, you tosser!” the last word of mine causing not anger but confusion, “I didn’t know until I travelled here AND was told by you all. Better yet – why don’t you ask nicely instead of trying to kill or detain me?”

“Hmph, you got me there. That’s a good point that you won’t be able to know of the events of the other worlds in a sense.” the little man paused for a while, adjusting his glasses (again) as he then said a few more words, “Since we still have quite a lot of time in this world and we don’t need to jump right now, we have time. Plenty of time. I want to pry you open. Your body, your suit of armour – will all be the ones that will save us. Aren’t I right… Eveline?”
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Postby Ranoria » Mon Feb 10, 2025 6:51 pm

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International Basketball Championship 41 Playoffs
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Semifinal Cutoff!


Ko-oren 70–63 Vaishnavara

Valanora 73–84 Valentine Z


International Basketball Championship 41 Final

Ko-oren vs Valentine Z
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Postby Aurevbush » Mon Feb 10, 2025 7:25 pm

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Hello sports fans! James Chertin back again, and boy oh boy, do I have some good news and bad news to share with You good folk of Aurevbush. The Good News is we made it much further than our first game in the IBC, YES we managed to slide straight to the top three in our group with enough points to make it to the quarter-finals and play with a cheery and Above the Noise nation known as "Valentine Z".
The bad news is, that's all up about as far as we got. What went down at the Arena last night wasn't just a game you'd find in your National Leagues- it was an absolute DEMOLITION! Valentine Z just took our beloved AVB apart piece by piece, ending with a soul-crushing 114-60 scoreline.

From the get-go, Hayes Jayden Wakayoshi from VZ was just UNSTOPPABLE, they were blazing through, making our Arrow look like he was playing in slow motion. I mean, when you're dealing with a 7'9" point guard who moves and grooves like Sonic the Hedgehog morphed with Swoozy McRoosy, what can you even do? The height difference across the board was just RIDICULOUS-it's like watching your local pickup team go against a bunch of genetically engineered basketball machines! What? I can't say genetically engineered now? Oh toot to you too, anyways, my apologies folks...

Bounce up to the second quarter, OH MON DIEU, Damian Cohens was raining threes like it was your simple shooting drill, while Antenor Pascal, that 8 FOOT COLOSSUS of a center...was swatting shots like he was playing volleyball! You know Diallo's expression, the Wall gets 10 ft higher? Welp he couldn't surpass 7 'cause Valentine Z was just looking right over him, and scored like they weren't even trying!

All along the game, Coach PJ Long tried everything - switching defenses, different lineups, maybe even considered praying an appeal to the gods - but when the other team's SHORTEST player is taller than your TALLEST guy, well... you do the math, folks!

When the third quarter hit, VZ's "The Thai Thunder" decided to put a CLINIC on us, and...BTW I use the term figuratively, because it's almost like he has jet boosters for legs and-what? I can't say that either? Errgh I never get to have any fun...where was I, oh yes, Thai Thunder managed to go on a 15-0 run single-handedly! But it isn't all doom and gloom, our boy Omar Kaff managed to score a sweet reverse layup, got the crowd excited for about 3 seconds, until Matthew Siwakoti shut down THREE consecutive possessions with blocks that probably landed somewhere back in New Quebec! And check this out, The Valentine Z bench actually APPLAUDED as Kaff was rifting through the court...you think they're just being nice to us? Idk, but the Valentinians seem to be good people, that's all I know.

Come the final quarter, is when the fire really starts to get hotter, as it appears the VZ's coach has decided to just basically empty the bench and throw in Yuri Anastasia...Jung-Won #41. They come in and casually drops 12 points in like 5 minutes! Even with their reserves in, Valentine Z was running plays that looked like something out of Space Jam on steroids, and I'm the only sports commentator in Space Jam that can make references to Space Jam and be clever about it. The final sequence still haunts me, VZ threads a no-look pass between THREE of our defenders, then they throws it off the backboard for VZ style alley oop that brought the whole house down! At this point, our boys were just trying to make it to the final buzzer with their dignity somewhat intact.

This half, Valentine Z shot 65% from the field, had 15 blocks (FIFTEEN!), and outrebounded us 58-22. The only stat we led in was "times looking completely shellshocked", which is not that usual for a nation whose pride is in basketball.

Now, let's hear from the coach and players...

Aiden Arrow: "Man I've been crossed up before, but that big guy made me feel like I was playing a different sport entirely. That build, it's like you can't even see where they're passing when everyone's that tall."

Omar Kaff: "That reverse layup? Bro, I had to get creative just to find a way to score. When every defender's got some big ayy arms, you gotta whatcha call it improvise. But yeah, this one gonna sting for a bit."

The Wall: "Been playing center my whole life at 7 feet tall. Never felt small on a court before today. That guy... different level, man. Different level. But keeping my head up and *breaks down in tears*...this is gonna be a game I'm not going back from..."

Kai Saito: "Look, we made it to the quarterfinals. Nobody expected us to get this far after the last tournament. Sure, we got schooled today, but this is what world-class basketball looks like. We've had a good game. We've got something good to aim for now."

Larry A Tipton: "I came off the bench thinking maybe I could provide some match-up, being seven foot and all. Then I realized I was still the shortest guy on the court. That's... that's just not right, man. That ain't right..."

Big Jet: "Yeah...Ain't feeling so 'big' right now. But hey, we'll be back. Different year, different game. Stay tuned multiverse, cuz we gonna be back!"


At the post-game press conference, Coach Long kept it real:
"Look, sometimes you're the hammer, sometimes you're the nail. Today we were the nail. But the moment of the whole thing was we made it to the quarterfinals, and that's a giant improvement from where we were when we played on IBC 40. So, I'm already looking forward to the next one. I'm proud of my boys for having made it this far and for really being a stand up team giving my congrats to the Valentinians for showing us a good game out there."


Everywhere, particularly, in our own cities, basketball fans were kept on the toes and cheered for Aurevbush all the way through, the bars and pubs while bummed out about what would unfold in this game, never ever ceased to cheer for the Blue Red and Green with white in between.
As for our boys, they're heading home to without gold but maybe enough to invest in some platform shoes for next season.

This is James Chertin, signing off and heading to the nearest therapy session. Back to you in the studio!
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Postby Vaishnavaria » Mon Feb 10, 2025 8:02 pm

Jackson had made the team. The moment his name was called, a rush of emotions flooded him—relief, excitement, and a deep sense of validation. But there was no time to celebrate. Making the team was just the beginning; now he had to prove he belonged.

The first official practice was grueling. The drills were faster, the expectations higher, and the intensity relentless. Coach Kwan was a no-nonsense leader, pushing the players to their limits. Jackson struggled to keep up at first. He had worked hard to get here, but the pace and precision of the team exposed every weakness in his game. His footwork needed improvement, his passes weren’t as sharp as they needed to be, and his stamina was tested more than ever before.

Aaryan, Vincent, and King weren’t about to make things any easier. During a scrimmage, Aaryan smirked as he dribbled past Jackson with ease, making a show of his effortless control. “This is varsity ball, charity case. Try to keep up.”

Jackson gritted his teeth, refusing to let the words get to him. He knew better than to react—his focus had to stay on improving. But when King delivered a hard screen that sent him stumbling to the floor, the laughter from Aaryan’s gang stung more than the fall.

Rafo helped Jackson up, patting him on the back. “They’re testing you. Don’t give them what they want. Play your game.”

Jackson nodded, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t here for them—he was here for himself. For Sophie. For his parents. For the future he was fighting for.

After practice, Jackson found himself back on the court alone, determined to sharpen his skills. He worked on his footwork, his shot, his endurance—every flaw he had felt during practice, he attacked head-on. Sophie showed up with a water bottle and a knowing smile.

“You never stop, do you?” she asked, handing it to him.

Jackson chuckled, taking a sip. “I can’t afford to.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to them, you know,” she said, her voice softer. “You already proved yourself just by getting here.”

Jackson looked at her, appreciating the words, but shook his head. “This isn’t just about making the team. I need to be better. I want to be better.”

Sophie nodded, understanding. “Then keep going. But don’t lose yourself in the process.”

The next few practices were brutal, but Jackson was improving. His shots were more accurate, his defense tighter, and his confidence growing. He still had a long way to go, but with each session, he felt himself becoming a real part of the team.

Then came the first real test: a practice game against the starting varsity squad. This was where he would either prove himself or be pushed to the sidelines. As the game started, Jackson locked eyes with Aaryan, who smirked like he already knew the outcome.

Jackson took a deep breath. He wasn’t the same player who had walked into tryouts full of doubt.

This was his moment, and he was ready to seize it.

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