BabaYaga

First Name - Big Last Name - Boi Position - C State (Only if croot is in USA) - IN Country - USA Height - 7'3 Choose two of the below attributes you would like the croot to be at least proficient at (Most likely a B rating). The selected attributes will automatically be attribute specialties for the custom croot. The rest of the values will be randomly generated, including whether they're a specialty, as per the constraints of the croot generation Finishing (Paint shots) Interior Defense

Same - except my guy has brains of a DT.

Where are the Texans 😏

Trust me, I'm trying to give Dade touches lol

Helen Keller sat on the bench, towel draped over his shoulders, watching the final minutes of Purdue’s 32-7 win tick away. It was a win. A comfortable win. But it didn’t feel like the runaway blowout everyone had expected. He had done his job—24 for 36, 266 yards, 2 touchdowns, 0 picks. Solid. Efficient. Another mistake-free performance. And yet, as the team jogged off the field and into the locker room, he could already hear the noise starting. Why wasn’t the score bigger? Why did the offense stall in the red zone? Was Purdue’s passing attack… underwhelming? And then, of course, there was Cain. The senior had entered the game with 8:48 left, slinging short passes against a tired Indiana State defense. He was crisp—6 for 8, 50 yards. No big plays, nothing flashy, but he had moved the ball. The whispers wouldn’t stop now. If anything, they’d get louder. Locker Room Talk Keller barely had time to take off his pads before Matt Lewis, his left tackle, dropped onto the bench beside him. “You balled out, man,” Lewis said, shoving a fist into Keller’s shoulder. “Nobody’s talking about it ‘cause we didn’t win by fifty, but you played clean. Again.” Keller just nodded. “Bro,” wide receiver James Harris chimed in, shaking his head as he unlaced his cleats. “I don’t know what more you gotta do for BabaYaga to actually say something good about you.” Keller smirked. “Ain’t happening.” Harris scoffed. “Whatever, man. You keep putting it on the money like that, we’re good. But next week? We gotta punch it in more. That’s the only thing people gonna talk about.” Keller already knew. They had stalled out in the red zone too many times. Field goals instead of touchdowns. Points left on the board. And BabaYaga? He wouldn’t care about efficiency. He wanted dominance. Keller’s stat line meant nothing if the scoreboard didn’t scream blowout. Across the room, Cain was joking around with some of the younger guys, looking relaxed. He had played well in mop-up duty, and he knew it. The competition wasn’t over. Keller exhaled. It didn’t matter. He had been here before. If BabaYaga wasn’t going to say it, his teammates already had. This was his team. Now he just had to keep proving it.

How did it go?

Oh - well in that case. I'm indifferent lol

I like the current structure of the 18 off-topic because there are so many conversations going on in all of them and it's nice to click into them to see relevant stuff for what I am looking for.

Helen Keller sat at his locker, lacing up his cleats, the steady hum of pregame chatter filling Purdue’s locker room. Week 1 was here, and with it came a game that everyone expected to be over by halftime. Indiana State. An FCS team. A respectable one—1-0 coming in—but Purdue was supposed to roll them. The spread was massive, the media had already penciled in a blowout, and everyone assumed this game would serve as little more than a stat-padding opportunity. And then, of course, there was the Kyle Cain situation. BabaYaga hadn’t named a starter publicly, but the depth chart told the story. Keller was still QB1. His reward for an efficient, mistake-free debut? Another start. But the whispers around the facility were impossible to ignore. Keller gets the first half, Cain cleans it up in the second. If everything went according to script, Cain would see real action this time—not just garbage-time handoffs like last week. It was the perfect setup for BabaYaga: If Keller played well, nothing changed. If Keller slipped up? Even a little? Cain would get a legitimate shot. And Keller knew it. A voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Man, you’re overthinking this.” Matt Lewis, his left tackle, plopped down onto the bench next to him, cracking his knuckles. “They’re an FCS school. We’re about to run them outta here. You’re gonna throw for like, 200 before halftime, and then we’ll watch Cain hand the ball off for a quarter.” Keller smirked. “Yeah? That simple?” “Hell yeah,” Lewis said. “Just don’t do anything dumb, and you’ll be chilling by the fourth quarter.” That was the plan. Get in, execute, get out. Another mistake-free performance. Another reason for BabaYaga to bite his tongue when talking to the media. The locker room buzzed as the team got their final instructions. The pregame routine was the same as always, but Keller felt the difference. Last week, he had stepped onto the field with everything to prove. This week, he was expected to dominate. He had fought just to get on the field. Now, he had to prove he belonged there. Again. The time for talk was over. It was game time.

I want Maronde back.

Oh well, I posted it from my phone.

Helen Keller stood at midfield as the final seconds drained from the clock, the scoreboard locked at 38-10, Purdue. The stadium roared, but he barely heard it. His jersey was damp with sweat, his body a little sore, but most of all, he felt something unfamiliar. Something foreign in his two years under BabaYaga. Validation. Twenty-four completions on twenty-nine attempts. 232 yards. Two touchdowns. Zero picks. A performance as efficient as it was unexpected. BabaYaga had given him the start like it was a death sentence. Keller had turned it into a statement. But even after the best game of his life, he still felt the weight of what came next. Because as he jogged toward the sideline after his final drive, BabaYaga hadn’t congratulated him. He hadn’t nodded, hadn’t patted him on the back, hadn’t given him so much as a grunt of approval. Instead, with 4:56 left in the fourth quarter, BabaYaga had sent in Kyle Cain. Cain had entered the game with nothing to prove, nothing to gain, and—after a single short completion and a few designed runs—nothing that changed the reality Keller had just put on tape. This was his team. For now. But Keller knew BabaYaga would never admit it. The postgame press conference proved that. The BabaYaga Press Conference A reporter fired the question the moment BabaYaga sat down. “Coach, what did you think of Helen Keller’s performance tonight?” BabaYaga took a long sip from his water bottle, exhaled through his nose, and leaned into the mic. “He did his job.” That was it. No praise. No breakdown of his efficiency. No acknowledgment that Keller had shredded Northern Illinois' defense while protecting the football. Another reporter pushed for more. “Is he the starter going forward?” BabaYaga didn’t blink. “We’ll see.” We’ll see. The same line he had used every time someone asked about Keller. Even after a near-flawless debut, even after leading Purdue to a dominant win, BabaYaga refused to give an inch. Keller saw the headlines before he even left the locker room. “QB Battle Still Unresolved After Purdue’s Blowout Win” “Keller Shines, But BabaYaga Won’t Commit” “Cain’s Late Cameo Keeps Door Open for Week 2” He didn’t care. Not really. He had learned long ago that there was no winning BabaYaga over. If 24-29 for 232 yards and two touchdowns didn’t change the man’s mind, nothing would. All he could do was keep playing. Purdue had won. He had played the best game of his life. And next week, whether BabaYaga admitted it or not, he was still the best quarterback on this team.

Helen Keller had barely slept. Not because of nerves—he had made peace with the chaos a long time ago—but because BabaYaga had spent the night-before-game meetings drilling into him like a man determined to break a player before kickoff. “You’re starting because we don’t have a better option,” BabaYaga had said, arms crossed as he paced the front of the film room. “Not because you earned it. You screw up once, and Cain’s in. No second chances.” The room had been dead silent, save for the flickering projector replaying clips from Northern Illinois’ defense. A couple of Keller’s teammates shot him glances, but nobody dared speak up. Not against BabaYaga. Keller had just nodded, his face blank. He wasn’t going to give BabaYaga the satisfaction of seeing him react. Now, standing in the tunnel before kickoff, he cracked his knuckles and bounced on his toes as the roar of Ross-Ade Stadium vibrated through his chest. The moment was surreal. The same place he had spent two years running scout team, the same place where BabaYaga had screamed at him in front of the team, was now the place where he’d take his first collegiate snap. Kyle Cain stood a few feet away, helmet in hand, his expression unreadable. Cain had every reason to be furious. This was supposed to be his moment. Instead, he was waiting on the sideline, knowing his coach wanted him in the game as soon as possible. “You ready for this, man?” one of the offensive linemen, Mason Booker, asked, slapping Keller’s shoulder. “Been ready,” Keller muttered. The captains took the field for the coin toss. Purdue lost. Northern Illinois deferred. It was time. Keller led the offense onto the field. The lights felt brighter than ever. The stadium felt louder. He could practically feel BabaYaga’s glare burning a hole through his back from the sideline. The first play call came through his headset: Inside zone read. Simple. Let the running back feel out the defense. Keller took his place in the shotgun, clapping his hands once to motion his tight end across the formation. He surveyed the defense, heartbeat steady. He took the snap. Game on.

Helen Keller knew he wasn’t supposed to be here. Not as Purdue’s starting quarterback, not taking the first snap of the season against Northern Illinois, and definitely not walking off the team bus under the burning glare of Coach BabaYaga. Coach BabaYaga had made his feelings about Keller clear from the moment he stepped on campus: he didn’t want him. He had never wanted him. The old-school, fire-breathing head coach had spent two years publicly shaming Keller every chance he got—questioning his arm strength, his decision-making, even his toughness. “Only reason Keller’s still here is ‘cause I haven’t figured out how to cut quarterbacks midseason,” he had once joked to the media. The room had laughed. Keller hadn’t. It didn’t matter that he worked harder than anyone else in the locker room. It didn’t matter that he had survived every extra sprint, every brutal film session where BabaYaga tore him apart in front of the team, or that he had refused to transfer despite every sign pointing to the fact that he should. Because the truth was, Purdue already had their guy. Kyle Cain. Cain was everything Keller wasn’t—big arm, polished mechanics, and the clear favorite of BabaYaga. The senior had been groomed for this moment, handpicked as the future of the program to lead it as a senior. He had the talent to lead Purdue’s offense. He was supposed to be the one under center in Week 1. Yet, somehow, it was Keller. BabaYaga had delivered the news like he was choking on glass. “Keller, you’re getting the nod.” No explanation. No excitement. Just barely concealed disgust. The decision made no sense. Cain had thrown the ball better all camp. The job should have been his. Maybe Keller’s mobility was a factor against an aggressive Northern Illinois front. Maybe BabaYaga was sending Cain a message. Or maybe—just maybe—this was all a setup. A bad half, a couple of ugly drives, and BabaYaga could yank Keller, never to be seen again. Cain would ride in as the savior, and the world would spin back on its axis. Keller didn’t care. All he knew was that when Purdue’s offense jogged onto the field for their opening drive, he’d be in shotgun. For better or worse.

Seeking Invite to MAUI Keeping 3B open for that. Week 1A: vs. Washington State @TuscanSota Week 1B: @ Tennessee @tsweezy Week 2A: vs. UC Irvine @subsequent Week 2B: vs. Baylor (SimFBA Classic) @Vivid Week 3A: @ UMBC @Rocketcan Week 3B: seeking Maui invite here. Week 4A: vs. South Dakota State @Minnow Week 4B: vs. Illinois State @Ape Week 5A: @ Utah @SageBow