Game Time: Sci-fi (Near Future)

The game was on. The referee hollered at the crowd to pipe down, shut up, sit down, and stop throwing grenades onto the field. As usual, they didn't listen. They were there to cause some mayhem, and by bloody hell, they would. The players dodged the grenades nimbly...except for the kicker from Brazil, who took a grenade fragment straight to the aorta. The crowd roared as he fell, blood spurting from his throat, and the ball he'd been about to kick rolled to the side. The medical gurney technicians rushed out as soon as the grenade exploded, but after a quick check of the kicker's pulse, they shook their heads and ran back to cover, holding the stretcher over their heads as they went.


Inspiration: Well, the game is on. It's only a matter of time.
Story Potential: Low.
Finished Length: Short.
Notes: Really, there aren't any.