Dil 1,751 Posted January 5, 2019 Share Posted January 5, 2019 December 14, 2018. Oslo, Norway I was asked to get an interview with @Trifecta prior to the VHLM dispersal draft. We were 2 days before the draft. I was hoping he wouldn’t be too busy since I had cut it quite close. *Knocks On Office Door* Reporter: Umm. Mr. Trifecta? Are you there? Seems like he wasn’t in his office. So I headed over across the hall to his Assistant GM’s office. Reporter: Hello Mr. Pickle. I was just uh wondering if you could tell me where I could find Trifecta? Mr. Pickle: Uhhh. I think he went out for lunch or something. Now if you could please leave I need to make a few phone calls. As I was leaving I took a look at my watch. 7:30am. Who in the right mind has lunch at 7:30 in the morning. Unless. He wasn’t having lunch... I decided to do some investigation. I went over to the security room at the front of the stadium since I assumed that’s where the security camera footage would be. As I entered the room it was empty. Strange. Well actually it’s Oslo they’ve been having financial issues so probably are understaffed. I walked in and saw the security feed. I took a while going back through the footage outside his office. Trifecta had left his office at 6:00am today. After watching where he was going I noticed he didn’t leave the building. He just went into a supply closet. I fast forwarded the tape until it took me back to live feed. He was still in he closet! He must have fell or something and was stuck in there. I immediately left to go help him. Once I reached the closet I opened the door. And there he lay. Asleep. Cans of beer, lots of chips, and some... Wait a minute. Is that... It’s f*cking Heroin. Jesus Christ Trifectas addicted to heroin. I tried to awake him to get some answers... Reporter: Mr. Trifecta? Sir are you okay? Do you know where you are? Trifecta: Huh.. Wha. What? Who the hell are you? Get the f*ck out of my office! Reporter: Sir this is a supply closet. Trifecta: You know what. Shut your mouth you piece of sh*t He proceeded to throw an empty beer bottle at me. I left but I had all I needed. December 15, 2018. Oslo, Norway I had to board my flight to get to the draft the following morning. As I was waiting for my flight I got a text message. Hey I know your a reporter. You saw me in the closet yesterday and I don’t want you publishing anything you saw. If you do I will find you, and I will f*cking eat you alive you cunt. Not that I’m scared or anything. I only took so long to publish this because I was busy. Nothing else. ShawnGlade 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stoffiday 127 Posted January 5, 2019 Share Posted January 5, 2019 Man, that got dark. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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