


As I walked onto the field, the crowd went wild. But they weren't cheering for me. Nooo, I wasn't near as important as the team. The football* team jousted behind me, pushing to get to the field. The game was against our rivals, the Plumerians. I cheered for the team as they ran through the banner, running onto the field. I walked over to the sidelines, my cheer leading outfit and skills ready. We would beat the Plumerians no matter what. We Viscets are stronger, swifter, smarter.
The referee blew the whistle, and the Plumerians kicked the ball to us. Our #07, Jimmy, caught the ball and ran it down field. A giant buff plumerian tackled him within moments, but he was already down by their 25 yard line.
I cheered with my friends, and eventually we were on the 1 yard line. Its was our fourth down. Everyone held their breath.
We decided to run the ball. We pushed through, and made the touchdown.
"Whooo hooo! V-I-S-C-E-T, who's the greatest that you see? The viscets!"
*american football



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