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Commissioners Log: Season 7, Day 82 (Or at least that's what they told me.)
This is all Parkers fault. Not this worlds Parker, "Intern-Interim Commissioner" or whatever that ridiculous title is… MY Parker, "Assistant to the Commissioner" Parker.
That weasel convinced me to investigate the rift over Los Angeles, being a Commissioner dedicated to Doing A Great Job, I agreed it was a pertinent issue to investigate. That was my first mistake.
The second was letting Parker manage the anchor rope of the hot air balloon I rode up for a closer look. As soon as I had taken my eyes off the rat he cut the line, and I didn't even notice until I tried to signal down the dangling line for an emergency recall. Two sharp tugs on a slack line quickly brought the frayed end to my hand, and I barely had enough time to curse before the sparking rift yawned briefly wider and drew me and my highly combustible vessel into its Unlimited maw.
I was vaporized instantly as the vehicle ignited.
But not killed, never killed, the Blaseball gods in their infinite wisdom and power would never let me be killed in such a mundane fashion. Instead I found myself transported thousands of kilometers and an untold number of dimensions away to take the place of an incinerated player in the game I had watched over for so long, trapped inside a facsimile of the atmospheric protective gear I had worn to examine the rift.
When I arrived I found myself bombarded by a deluge of aqueously imbued questions, what my stats were, why I was wearing that suit, and the one I felt compelled to answer first "What's your name?" I replied the only way I could "You can call me Commissioner, or 'The Commissioner' if you're feeling formal. Shouldn't you know who I am?"
This was greeted with an assault of laughter, "Commissioner?! Of what? Vapour!?" The individual who had spoken gestured towards my still smoking form, and what I was just now realizing was the gaseous shape within my helmet. Shocked, but not wanting to give this person the benefit of the last word due to my current vexation I simply replied "Yes. " and picked up some debris within arms reach that crudely resembled a bat and walked towards the stadium.
I now know the position I am in, that of a Player in the oldest and first splort, but that won't change my goal or purpose. To find a way back to my dimension before my Parker ruins everything. In order for this worlds "Commissioner" Parker to take me seriously though (They deny my very existence in this universe!!), I MUST gain recognition and climb the Idolboard.
I AM The Commissioner, and I'm here to do what I do best. A Great Job.
Let's Play Blall!