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| − | [[Season 8]] of the [[Hellmouth Cup]] was the year it all worked for the {{CTeam|AA}}. The three altars were in perfect alignment. The diesel fumes from the busway were thick and nourishing, the Red Line ran on time, and Sully's '98 LeSabre was stocked with championship-grade Fluffernutters. In the final game against {{CTeam|SS}}, [[Brake Master Cylinder]] fell silent for the final minute, letting the sounds of the | + | [[Season 8]] of the [[Hellmouth Cup]] was the year it all worked for the {{CTeam|AA}}. The three altars were in perfect alignment. The diesel fumes from the busway were thick and nourishing, the Red Line ran on time, and Sully's '98 LeSabre was stocked with championship-grade Fluffernutters. In the final game against {{CTeam|SS}}, the mysterious [[Brake Master Cylinder]] fell silent for the final minute, letting the sounds of the station - the screech of wheels, the hum of the third rail - broadcast to the faithful. When the final Sneakers pattern dissolved, there was a sacred pause, and then, for the first time in history, the cacophony of a thousand dying car horns from the Altar of Rust echoed through the streets. "The Alewife Salute" became the official name for a championship celebration, a symphony of pure, unadulterated rust and rage. The [[Hellmouth Cup]] was brought to the garage, where it was filled with Narragansett Lager and used as a communal chalice.<noinclude> |
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Latest revision as of 10:02, 20 July 2025
Season 8 of the Hellmouth Cup was the year it all worked for the 
Alewife Arsonists
. The three altars were in perfect alignment. The diesel fumes from the busway were thick and nourishing, the Red Line ran on time, and Sully's '98 LeSabre was stocked with championship-grade Fluffernutters. In the final game against 
Seattle Sneakers
, the mysterious Brake Master Cylinder fell silent for the final minute, letting the sounds of the station - the screech of wheels, the hum of the third rail - broadcast to the faithful. When the final Sneakers pattern dissolved, there was a sacred pause, and then, for the first time in history, the cacophony of a thousand dying car horns from the Altar of Rust echoed through the streets. "The Alewife Salute" became the official name for a championship celebration, a symphony of pure, unadulterated rust and rage. The Hellmouth Cup was brought to the garage, where it was filled with Narragansett Lager and used as a communal chalice.
