Dearest mother,
Word spreads of a young general named J.J. McCarthy who christened himself "9", yet proved but a jester in uniform. Let all camps know the true Nine marches beneath Carolina’s banner, General Bryce, steadfast and unyielding, no impostor but iron resolve.
—Bryce
Dearest mother,
A stirring unfolds in our camp. Chuba returns to the backfield, joining Rico, whose gallops leave defenders grasping at ghosts. Together, they echo thunder and lightning of yore—fewer horses, more marches. The northern airmen await, grounded and desperate. – Bryce
you will not let the Carolina Panthers ruin your weekend
you will not let the Carolina Panthers ruin your weekend
you will not let the Carolina Panthers ruin your weekend
you will not let the Carolina Panthers ruin your weekend
you will not let the Carolina Panthers ruin your weekend
you will not let the Carolina Panthers ruin your weekend
you will not let the Carolina Panthers ruin your weekend
you will not let the Carolina Panthers ruin your weekend
you will not let the Carolina Panthers ruin your weekend
(I will absolutely let the Carolina Panthers ruin my weekend)