Hunchblack
League Member
Thoughts of an Upcoming Change in Lifestyle:
As NFW continues to build its roster and forge its reputation as one of the worlds foremost sports entertainment companies, I still haven’t been paid. The best I got was a pre-paid three night stay at a sleazy motel room. You know the type; where hobos come to shave in the reception and where dead hookers are constantly been scraped out of the swimming pool filter... Not that I’m not grateful for the room.
The company then paid for me to rent out a small house in a local neighbourhood while I got on my feet financially. This came as a welcome change of pace, in that none of my neighbours were raided by police every Wednesday. Such is life in decent society, I told myself.
I knew I couldn’t function in decent society when my trash can was frowned upon for being the main food source of my kitchen. It seemed the residents of this particular neighbourhood weren’t getting ready to invite me to any barbecues anytime soon. In the neighbourhood watch meetings, my hump stood out like a... ... well, like a hump on the back of a freakishly abnormal black guy, ironically.
I tried very hard to show some kind of initiative in these meetings, but all my suggestions were met by deliberate silence followed by exclusion from the next round of hot beverages and chocolate cakes. Another welcome change from the cakes that were made by the staff at the motel, in which the secret ingredient would be crime.
That particular act of heinously unprecedented lack of manners was the final straw, I had to move.
It was then my attention was drawn to a rather modest advertisement in the newspaper.
The article spoke of a planned community just opened to cater for the socially inept and/or physically abnormal. I must admit that upon the first read it didn’t sound particularly appealing. But then I noticed that they did a free laundry service. This was indeed a community after my own heart, I packed my bags immediately and caught a taxi to the place they called ‘Freakwood Meadows’. I would’ve been inclined to take offense, until I learned the facility was founded by Dr Malcolm Freakwood.
The article spoke of a planned community just opened to cater for the socially inept and/or physically abnormal. I must admit that upon the first read it didn’t sound particularly appealing. But then I noticed that they did a free laundry service. This was indeed a community after my own heart, I packed my bags immediately and caught a taxi to the place they called ‘Freakwood Meadows’. I would’ve been inclined to take offense, until I learned the facility was founded by Dr Malcolm Freakwood.
The logo on the front gate did much to discourage my decision to move here; it featured a man with three heads in a straight jacket, being whipped by a burly man- with three whips.
My neighbours consisted of social outcasts and people with abnormalities that put mine to shame. This passed under the radar at first due to the excitement of receiving a free selection of body lotions and hump wax (for those who want their hump to look its shiniest). My room was about yay long by yay wide, enough space to live in, but I certainly couldn’t swing a cat in this room, especially not Mittens T.
Weekly barbecues, poetry readings, arm wrestling; this place had it all. For the first time in my life, I felt accepted and tolerated in my community.
I received a messenger this morning who tentatively handed me a letter containing information for my first NFW booking.
My eye (my good eye) scanned down the list of provisional bookings, searching for the name next to ‘Hunchblack’. And there it was; Rook Black.
My adventure was only now just beginning.