Tony's tracked down low-life ball carriers in every lousy corner of the pitch, but nothing could have prepared him for the thing he took down in the FACFL. It had the form of a man, more or less, but it had no serious or lasting injuries, like some horrid creature fresh out of recruitment. It stank of 1's, skulls, and turnovers. He should've let it go when it ran for the sidelines, but he'd never let a ball escape before, and he wasn't about to start then. Ever since, he's found a new kind of dirtbag to hunt. Big guy or lineman, Tony will take it down... if someone is willing to pay him for it.