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From the editor: This is the first in a series of indeterminate length, explaining the Disappearance of Karsten Olsen from the VHL for a short period of time. Maybe it doesn’t have too much to do with the VHL at first glance, but I plan on introducing a few wrinkles as I see fit with this particular series for as long as I feel like writing it.

 

The Disappearance of Karsten Olsen, Chapter One

The Devil Went Down to Georgia

 

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The basement was dark, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. What worried Karsten Olsen now was the wind. The biting, bitter beast had infiltrated his seemingly impenetrable space. He wasn’t surprised, really; the tally marks on the wall said that it should be getting close to October. Anyways, the wind helped circulate the stagnant air. At the very least, the wind was more welcome than the only other thing allowed to invade his personal space.

 

Twice a week, the men in blue sweaters would come down. They would bring two days’ worth of food, expected to last four days. And they would bring news from the outside. It was apparently nice in Alpharetta this time of year. Or was it Macon? It didn’t matter to Karsten. There was no world outside of the basement, and all that they said existed couldn’t be trusted anyway.

 

When the wind compelled him, Karsten Olsen tried to remember. There was Seattle, yes, but that seemed so long ago. He had been a defenseman with the Seattle Bears long ago, but he was unsure whether that still would have been the case even if he could leave his new home. Greg Harbinson — if he was still even GM, Christ! — did not hold much tolerance for the work ethic-deprived. He had seen too many people leave to know whether the Bears would take him back.

 

Of course, Olsen reasoned, he could say that he left for the team. That was what he had originally told them, anyway. A man down in Atlanta said that he could teach Olsen a few tricks about being a top-tier defenseman during the VHL’s mini-lockout. “Why Atlanta?” they had asked. Truly, Olsen was not sure himself. He had not thought that part of the excuse through.

 

He couldn’t tell them the truth. Monique. The long-brown hair, light brown skin, deep brown eyes bombshell. She only went for the top players, she said, but was Cal G retired, she was all Karsten’s. She was the one who pleaded with him to just train in Atlanta during the offseason; she said he didn’t have to move there. Then, it was just staying one week longer, training camp wasn’t important. Then, that fateful night, it was just staying with her one night longer, because she had a friend she wanted Karsten to meet. Then, it was the basement. That’s what he got for following a woman, he supposed.

 

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The woman that changed everything

 

To be fair, the first basement wasn’t that bad. At least it was heated, and it even had carpet to sleep on to boot. But then, the mean in blue sweaters forced him to move. Muttering curses along with names he had never heard — who was Gary Bettman supposed to be? — they moved him away from what he had been told was the city of Atlanta. Hands tied behind his back, mask over his head, and on the basement of what sounded like the Dukes of Hazzard car, he was transported to Augusta or Athens; he could never remember which.

 

The wind was cold, and it chilled him to the bone. However, there were still other things on Karsten’s mind than the wind and the dark. It had taken a month for the men in blue sweaters to speak to Karsten; before, they had only come and gone with the wind. But when they finally did, on this day that he considered October, he was shocked. The torturers, the evildoers, the captors, they told him, “We need you.”

 

“Why?” Karsten asked, perplexed. “Why do you need me… and why do you ever think I’d help you?”

 

“You told the Bears you would come here for training,” the man who seemed to be the leader said. “We can help you. We are the Alliance for the Thrashers Reborn, and we believe you can help us bring the great Atlanta Thrashers name back to a professional hockey league. If the NHL won’t have us, then maybe the VHL will.”

 

He don’t know what it was inside, maybe the lack of food or adequate sleep, but Karsten laughed. He rolled on the floor and he cried and he laughed until his already-burning sides became numb. “You imprisoned me because of hockey?” he asked incredulously. “There’s no way I’ll ever help you.”

 

“Oh, but you will,” the leader answered. “We have some help from some friends in very powerful places.”

 

“You better,” Karsten answered. “I won’t accept anything less than God or Satan himself, so you better bring the heat.”

 

“That can be arranged,” the leader said as he removed his mask. Karsten’s mouth dropped to the floor as he recognized a face that had not been seen since he disappeared from the Davos front office four years ago.

 

Next week: Inside the Alliance for the Thrashers Reborn’s sinister plan to infiltrate the VHL.

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OH SHIT SATAN

Oh shit you're back. You might just be able to reclaim your financier position even though Satan has it, though he hasn't done anything.

 

Honestly probably better if someone else has it. I mean, I still have spreadsheets, so I can if necessary and can help out where needed, but I'd kinda like just to chill for a bit.

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OH SHIT SATAN

Oh shit you're back. You might just be able to reclaim your financier position even though Satan has it, though he hasn't done anything.

He can have it if he wants. I didn't have anything to do before from what I saw as trading was done and everything was set in stone. I Can not make spreadsheets so he'd be way better suited for it. I did get Higgy to set up the S36 subforum today so I can start with that this week though.

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Content: 3/3- 809 words. This was not only very well written, but a riveting story on the mysterious disappearance of Karsten Olsen. It's great to have you back in the VHL, but most importantly, on the Seattle Bears. I can't wait to see how this all plays out for Olsen. Very well done.

 

Grammar: 2/2- A couple minor miscues here but, with the length of the piece, not to shabby. 

 

but was Cal G - but with Cal G

, the mean - the men

He don’t know - He didn't know

 

​Appearance: 1/1- A good song and a smoking hot chick.

 

Overall: 6/6 

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