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My entire Mad Villain series in one spot for any persons wanting to listen. I spent quite a bit of time making these, and having fun while doing it too, I hope you enjoy! Episode 1 - Pure Villainy Episode 2 - Devious Dialing Episode 3 - The Burn Zone Episode 4 - The Heist Episode 5 - How to be Evil Episode 6 - The Bright Side Episode 7 - 5th Overall Episode 8 - A Villain's Heart

My Mad Villain series, here is the first episode:

I was going to write this as a DM to @v.2 but I'll make it an article and claim the TPE instead. Writing for the VHL has been challenging and not because of a lack of ideas or passion, but because of a growing pressure to prove that the work I create is truly mine. When I put in the time and effort to write something meaningful, something with real thought and detail, I often find myself facing suspicion. People question whether it was written by me or generated by AI, and that puts me in an impossible position. How do you prove your work when good writing is met with doubt? I care about storytelling. I enjoy building my character’s journey and writing pieces that add to the league’s world. But lately, it feels like the more effort I put in, the more time I spend on voice, pacing, detail, the more I’m expected to justify it. I don’t want to have to defend my writing just because it sounds polished. I understand the need to maintain fairness in the league, but there needs to be space for people who genuinely enjoy writing and are trying to contribute at a high level. I just want to create without the constant need to prove myself. Because when effort is met with suspicion, it discourages creativity altogether. Here are examples of my work prior to AI: The Trial of Knox Booth - This example is from the SHL as I want to share my writing from years ago so it can be reviewed and I can stop having to worry about contributing quality work here. Last time around I made Mad Villain so I wouldn't have to feel that fear, but I would just like to be me, and write a good story.

1. How big will the 100 draft class get? 2. Who will go first overall? 3. What team will end up picking first? 4. What do you think about how scouting works in sim leagues? 5. Do you think all teams will scout you? 6. What should teams look for in a player?

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**************************************************************************************whisper************************************************************************************ No one knows where the storm begins, only when it reaches the shore. Before the puck ever dropped, before his skates touched North American ice, Kyzer Söze had already survived more than most men twice his age. Not survived... endured. Silently, unshaken. Like a statue watching the years go by, knowing it would outlast all of them. He was born in Kyrenia, Northern Cyprus. A city where shadows walk like men and the sea speaks in languages older than memory. His father, Kemal Söze, was a name spoken low and carefully, if at all. The kind of man who didn't rule through popularity or speeches. He ruled through fear. Through unbroken stares and decisions made behind closed doors that shaped the course of entire coastlines. And Kyzer was his son. Raised in a fortress carved from stone and wealth, Kyzer did not know childhood as most would. There were no toys. No sleepovers. No scraped knees or backyard soccer. Only lessons that were brutal, cold, and methodical. The villa’s hallways were long and hollow, its walls covered by oil paintings and guarded by men who never smiled. The only voice that cut through that stillness belonged to to his father, Kemal: “You must be strong.” “You must never show fear.” “A man does not cry.” Those weren’t instructions. They were commandments. Etched into Kyzer like stone, and repeated until they were no longer words, but instincts. The only light in his life was his mother, Natalya. A Russian born journalist who had once tried to uncover Kemal’s empire, only to fall into it. Where Kemal was steel, she was flame- fierce, bright, and unpredictable. She spoke to Kyzer like he was a boy, not a legacy. She told him stories. Smuggled books into his room. Sang songs in languages long dead. She reminded him that the world was wide. Then, one morning, she was gone. No goodbye. No funeral. No explanation. Just an empty chair at breakfast. When Kyzer asked where she went, Kemal said nothing. When he asked again- in front of his father’s men... he was told to go to bed. That night, something inside him split. It didn’t break. It simply… folded in on itself. Hardened. From then on, he stopped asking questions. He started watching. The villa was high above the harbor, overlooking the city like a god too tired to interfere. But Kyzer found one window far in the east wing that looked out across a narrow alley to a row of cracked apartment buildings. He would sit there for hours, long after everyone had gone to sleep, watching the lives that spilled out of those balconies. People arguing, laughing, dancing... Living. One night, when he was eight, a television in one of those homes flickered to life. And on it, Kyzer saw something that didn’t belong in his world- ice. White, endless ice. Men flying across it and colliding. Spinning. Fighting for something that didn’t involve guns or titles. Ice hockey. He didn’t know the rules or know the player's names. But it moved him. It felt like madness with discipline, fury with form. It felt free. He asked his father if he could play. Kemal allowed it. Not out of kindness, but control. He bought the best equipment. Hired the best trainers. Bought teams, if necessary. But Kyzer hated the gift. He wanted the struggle. And so, he practiced alone. Longer than the others. Harder. He became a ghost on the ice, quiet, patient, everywhere. By ten, he wasn’t just the best defenseman in the country. He was the only player opponents feared without understanding why. At thirteen, he was scouted by a Canadian prep school. Offered a scholarship. A ticket out. Kemal had the scout killed. The accident made national news. Kyzer said nothing. But he stopped asking for permission after that. Over the next two years, he planned his escape like a soldier planning a coup. He memorized flight paths. Staff rotations. He saved money in a book hollowed out with a knife. And on the night of a major gala at The Golden Mare casino, when every eye was on his father’s empire, Kyzer slipped into the night. He crossed into Turkey by boat. Then a forged passport that got him passage on a plane. When he stepped onto Canadian soil, it was not with fear. He entered the VHLM under his real name. He refused interviews or hype. Let his play speak. And it did. He played like a man who had studied movement for survival. He anticipated passes before they were made. Closed lanes before they existed. Coaches called him ice in human form. Not cold. Just unmelting. Teammates didn’t know much about him. He was respectful and focused. Didn’t smile much, but they trusted him. Now, in the Season 100 VHL Draft, the myth of Kyzer Söze grows. Some call him a ghost. Others a prodigy. Some say he still looks out the window at night. Not out of habit, but out of memory. He doesn’t play for glory. He plays because it’s the only place left where he can be free. And if silence is the language of power, then on the ice, Kyzer speaks fluently. (870 words) **************************************************************************************whisper************************************************************************************

Name: Kyzer Söze Height: 6'5" Weight: 220 lbs Home Town: Kyrenia, Northern Cyprus “He doesn’t celebrate goals. He doesn’t chirp. Hell, I’m not even sure he blinks. But every time you look up… he’s there. Killing plays, momentum, hope. I don’t know where he came from, but I know I don’t want to play against him.” — Anonymous VHL scout, post-U18 Showcase If Bash McMurray @Bushito is a hammer, Kyzer Söze is a scalpel. A mystery on skates, Söze enters the Season 100 VHL Draft with whispers surrounding him, some speak of exile, others of a vanished mother, and a father with more offshore holdings than teeth. What we do know? This kid can play, he's smooth, smart, and ruthless. The kind of defenseman who always seems to be exactly where the puck shouldn't be. A product of an unknown, privately financed academy in the Mediterranean (that may or may not have been run by ex-special forces), Söze has surfaced in North America with poise beyond his years. He doesn’t hit hard, he hits right. Rarely penalized or beaten, and never flustered, he plays the game like he’s reading it from a script only he’s seen. The Pros of Söze 1. Defensive Intelligence: Reads plays like a prophet. Angles, gaps, sticks, he uses them all with ease. He's not the fastest, but you wouldn't know it because he's already there. 2. Composure: You could set him on fire during a penalty kill and he’d still calmly break out the puck. Nothing rattles him. 3. Quiet Leadership: Doesn’t say much in the room, but everyone listens when he does. Leads by example, not ego. Coaches trust him. Teammates lean on him. Media can’t crack him. 4. The Escape Story: Let’s be honest, the narrative is selling itself. An exiled prodigy from a war torn coastline? Hollywood’s already calling baby. The Cons of Kyzer 1. Off-Ice Silence: Kyzer doesn’t talk to media. Barely talks to staff. He’s a mystery wrapped in a North American visa. Teams worry about what they don’t know. 2. Thin Frame: Still growing into his body. Against bruisers like Bash McMurray, he might get steamrolled, assuming they can catch him. 3. Trust Issues: Doesn’t bond easily. Teammates say he’s loyal but distant, like he’s always preparing for the next betrayal. Could be trauma or training. 4. The Name: Let’s be real, Söze isn’t a name. It’s a warning. Rumors swirl about his past. About who trained him. About what he left behind. One GM said, “I don’t know if I’m drafting a defenseman or an assassin.” Final Verdict: You don’t draft Kyzer Söze for the highlight reels. You draft him because this one already knows what it costs to survive. And he’s still skating.

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Sometimes, life just piles up too heavy. I hit a point where I had to step away, not just from the site, but from everything. My mind, heart, even my body needed space to breathe. I’d been carrying things I didn’t even realize had weight until they finally caught up with me. So I took that break, unplugged, and reflected. In that time, I made a promise to myself, I would face the parts of me that were lost or bitter. I would heal what I could, and whatever I couldn’t fix, I’d make peace with. And anything that ever meant something to me, I’d leave it better than I found it. The VHL matters to me. It always has. Even when I stepped away, it stayed in the back of my mind, a place where I left behind unfinished business. So now I’m back, not just to play, but to make it right. To show up with a clearer head, stronger heart, and love for the game and community. This isn’t just a return, it’s a new start. It's go time.

1. Why did you recreate? 2. Did it have anything to do with season 100? 3. Do you think any team will be interested in your services? 4. What are your player/career goals? 5. Do you see a fit out there for Kyzer? 6. Will you ever answer these questions in a podcast form?

Player Information Username: Rōnin Player Name: Kyzer Soze Recruited From: Returning Age: 30 Position: D Height: 77 in. Weight: 220 lbs. Birthplace: Cyprus Player Page @VHLM GM