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Tape number 1 will be released in podcast format later on this week.

No progress has been made on my identity. I guess no one that knows anything has taken notice yet. Or maybe that's exactly what whoever is responsible wants the world to think. I'm starting to get scared now. Have you ever walked through busy city streets, unsure if one of the people walking along is going to grab you and take you away? My time on the ice is the only time I get away from the paranoia of not knowing. And it is bliss. It reminds me of my dad's smile, and it keeps me sane. Maybe I've been watching too many movies since I woke up. Too much free time. One thing is certain though; you dont just wake up with a scarred face and amnesia without someone or something else being involved. I spend my days going to the local ice rink in the small college town I've been living in. Rolla, Missouri. There isn't much else going on here except the school, which works for me. It's quiet. Then I go home and I watch movies and some news, try to catch up on the world I don't remember. After a few weeks of my routine of mind-numbing fear and solace, there was a box on my doorstep. There was no address, from the sender or my own. It wasn't sent through the mail, someone left it there. And they know where I live which means they know who I am. Or was. I brought the box inside and cut the tape carefully. I figure there isn't anything inside that would hurt me or I'd already be dead. I unfold the flaps and inside is a stack of about 12 cassette tapes. None of them are labeled, but there is a cassette player at the bottom of the box. This must have to do with my accident. There is no other possibility. Already I can feel the blood rushing to my neck and my throat closing up. I can't think over the sound of my heartbeat. The reality hadn't set in until now: If someone was after me I wasn't safe from them. The tapes can wait for now, I need to find out who left them here. I rushed outside and looked around. Obviously there was no one. No footprints, not that I'd be able to make use of them, and no gas station security camera to go look at. I really gotta stop watching those movies. Inside I calmed myself down and thought long before I went back to the box. What was I expecting to find there, really? Overwhelmed by fear, I sat down with the tapes. The plastic cases aren't labeled but inside, each is marked with a number. The numbers must be a play order. I pop tape number one into the player and listen, hoping to get the answers I'm looking for. I'm hanging off an edge with only one hand as it is, if I don't get some grip soon I'm going to fall.

9

No game or series over can be a viable answer Part I - Pick em' (Pick the correct winners of all three games for 2 TPE) Game 3 - Helsinki Titans @ Toronto Legion Game 4 - Helsinki Titans @ Toronto Legion Game 5 - Toronto Legion @ Helsinki Titans Part II - Predict the Score (Predict the correct score and winner of this game for 3 TPE) Game 5 - Toronto Legion @ Helsinki Titans - Toronto 4-3 Part III - Player Predictions (Predict the correct player for each category, 1 TPE for each correct answer) Series leader in points: Arroyo Series leader in goals: Ironside Series leader in assists: Tzuyu

I woke up in a hospital bed. I had no idea how I got there, I wasn't in any pain or anything, I just couldn't remember why I was there. Really I could only remember a few things; my dad, his face and his clothes. I remember he brought me a comic book, X-men, the cover said "The Dark Phoenix saga." And then the hockey rink. I remember the gold and yellow flags waving in the banners. The smile on his face when my eyes went up looking for him after I scored. And that's it. It wasn't long before the nurses came in and asked me if I knew what happened to me and what name was. My head was horribly scarred. Like a wolf had slashed me a cross the face. Not full on disfigurement, but enough that no one from my past would ever be able to recognize me. I think back: In my memory, when I scored, the announcer gives my name but it's too muffled. The best guess I can come up with is Jack. So let's go with Jack. I tell the nurses and they recommend a doctor to me for amnesia recovery. Then the hospital gave me my clothes back; no wallet, no phone, no keys, nothing to go on except a couple 100 dollar bills stuffed in my jacket pocket. I looked in the mirror, I imagine I'm about 30. 30 and clueless. What else was I supposed to do other than the only thing I knew brought me joy? What do you do when you can't remember where you're supposed to be? At the rink, I rented skates and a helmet. I grabbed a stick that felt right and jumped onto the ice. A couple of guys said I looked familiar, but they couldn't put a finger on it. I immediately fell into a rhythym. Like I belonged there. While we played who I was didn't matter anymore, I got lost in the game. After I dropped the rental equipment off with the teenager at the front desk, a few of the guys asked me to come out and play on their men's league team. Those games went well and I guess people took notice because I ended up getting a little following on the internet. I don't really bother myself with it to much but people in the stands kept making videos. And they say I should try and enter a draft to play professionally. I wonder if my dad is still out there. Do I have siblings? Where am I from and how did I get here? I have so much to put together with no leads to start from. Holding onto that one memory with my father, at least I know my path. I'm just going to play hockey, because it is all I know. No matter what comes of my time in the VHL I look forward to getting my story out there. Maybe the world can help me put the pieces back together. Maybe someone will recognize me.

Player Information Username: WeaponX Player Name: Jack Logan Recruited From: Other (Cant) Age: 30 Position: D Height: 74 in. Weight: 200 lbs. Birthplace: United States of America Player Page @VHLM GM