It eventually manifested in school when I got in a fight with this bastard named Larry. This new sentience of mine called itself ?Darkside', and it wa... all I could do to keep this demonic presence from killing the poor bastard."Darkside's power is unimaginable when he gets pissed off. From what Evan told me when he first encountered Darkside, he had the power to lift up vehicles and use them as weapons. I'm not talking bicycles or anything. I'm talking vehicles like my jeep or even buses! Evan. “Reg never works. He just waits. Appears you were the ones he was waiting for this time,” the bartender polished a glass and set it on the shelf. “Seen him talking to anybody?” “Not likely. I’d appreciate not getting my inventory shot up, if you gents have business elsewhere. I started out with a plank, a wooden barrel, and a pewter cup. I don’t want to start over again.” Rusty laughed and saluted. He stepped to the door and peeked out. There were passing. No, he thought, I must take it, it’s Her favorite. The speaker once again sparked to life, “It’s time slave, I’ll be up in a few. I want you to get on your knees before the door with your hands behind your back.” “Yes Mistress,” he replied. He quickly followed Her instructions. His heart was already racing and then went turbo when he heard the dungeon door open and close. Her steps slowly approached the cell door and stopped. A few moments passed before She unlatched the door and opened it.. " No?" the referees and other captains echoed."Your team's a joke," I told the other captains as I took off my helmet. And we won't share a field with him." I pointed toward the coach on the Panther sideline.I looked straight at Mr. Metzger. He was half surprised, half mad and half amused, and I know that's three halves. "We forfeit."I turned, raised my arm over my head, extended my forefinger, made three small circles and pointed toward the locker rooms. On our sideline, the Rebels started.