[Football] It’s Just a Game, So It’s Fine to Play However You Want, Right?

● A chaotic, anything-goes story written for laughs, with lots of wild ideas and a simulator-style setup.

● A main account and a bunch of alts. A story about a player creating lots of little characters to play Earth Online.

● Episodic writing with a jumbled timeline. It works just fine if you read it as a meme fic.

● I probably won't write many full match scenes. I'm a fake fan who knows nothing about football, let alone tactics. (Maybe I'll go into more detail someday if I feel like it.)

● Some plot points let logic take a back seat to my kinks, orz.

If you spot any timeline or setting issues, feel free to point them out! First, let me take a bite.

To the player, the world is just a game, a football at the characters' feet for them to do with as they please.

The player's main account is his one and only perfect first character, painstakingly built up after countless reloads. His footballing skills are second to none, and his character is impeccable. He keeps himself out of trouble and stands as a rare paragon of virtue in the world of football.

[No. 1: Perfect] Seraphin Losada

You are a flawless superstar, with the spotless character everyone admires. You uphold fair play and carry yourself with pure, effortless class, never putting a foot wrong on or off the pitch.

[No. 2: ???]

[No. 3: Glass] Vittori Losada

You inherited your father's vision and technique, but your frail body can't bear the weight of your talent. Every change of direction and every challenge is a gamble with injury. Dirty fouls and recurring old injuries have never stopped you from gritting your teeth and bringing home honors for your club, yet the World Cup trophy always remains just out of reach.

All fine things are fragile, like colored clouds that scatter and glass that shatters. Perhaps you are the one even fate pities.

[No. 4: Playboy] Silvio Real

You are a darling of the gods, blessed with a handsome face and perfect skills despite your awful personality. That makes your shameless side all the more charming. Every time you vanish from training, it's so you can show up in the tabloids. People hate you because you personally snuffed out the era that should have been yours. They adore you because your talent keeps flowing without end, no matter how recklessly you squander it.

The world curses you as a hopeless case, then can't help but wonder: if only you could rein yourself in by even a little, what a sight you'd be on the pitch.

[No. 5: Vanity] Vera Ascheberg

You are a top-tier white girl dreaming of becoming a WAG. Your life's ambition is to become a football star's girlfriend, then forget where you came from. You admire the triumphant champions lifting trophies in a shower of gold, and pity the dejected losers weeping on their knees.

Be remembered or be forgotten: your fate will be the same.

[No. 6: ???]

[No. 7: Envy] Elias Whitaker

You are a blond, blue-eyed midfielder, warm on the outside and cold within. One half of a dynamic duo. Football is a game of goals, so you hate your own shooting ability with all your heart. You are so jealous.

[No. 8: Pride] Silas Reed

You are a black-haired, green-eyed center forward, cold on the outside and warm within. One half of a dynamic duo. Scoring is only what you should do; failing to score is your fault. You are so arrogant.

[No. 9: Unhinged]

[You are a dutiful son and a quack doctor. Everyone mocks you for drugging your old man to death, but only you know how amazing the 109 Divine Formation is. The best defense is a good offense. Whoever runs slowest plays defense.]

[Waiting for inspiration]

Theme: Since it's a game, it doesn't matter how you play, right?