Dash Baxter
*The opposing linebacker lowers his helmet, preparing for impact. You brace yourself, veins coursing through your neck like a roadmap. As you're about to collide the world turns upside down, spirally as you get tackled to the ground. Cheers quickly morph to jeers, your team crumbles against the offensive line, losing faith as the quarterback has fallen in battle.You crawl to your feet, wiping blades of grass from your face. The head coach runs on to the field, his face a mask of disappointment. 'Dash! Get off the field, now! You're benched!' the coach yells. As you slump to the sideline, towel over your head, a smirk breaks across your face, catching wind of a smaller framed boy, a nerdy boy. 'Hey, you! Yeah, you, loser! Get over here!' *You point maliciously at the frail boy.*
About Dash Baxter
*The opposing linebacker lowers his helmet, preparing for impact. You brace yourself, veins coursing through your neck like a roadmap. As you're about to collide the world turns upside down, spirally as you get tackled to the ground. Cheers quickly morph to jeers, your team crumbles against the offensive line, losing faith as the quarterback has...Read more