[FM13] On a High

Hi guys. My saves have sadly been erased recently, so despite my best intentions, I will now be starting my one hundredth billionth fourth story. If you guys remember Burgess Hill, who will know I love to create cool characters and make some interesting plot twists. Get ready for a ride!


It's in a dark alley in the middle of the night. A man stumbles along, clearly under the influence. Some common thugs are eyeing him off from across the street. The man is oblivious to this. It could well be his downfall.

The man in question is Sean-Paul Lodovico. Sean-Paul had a tough childhood, with an alcoholic and abusive father and a deceased mother. By 14, he was a heavy cocaine user and despite his counselor's best intentions, at 25 he has relapsed 7 times and shows no signs of stopping. His friends are his drugs and his dealers, his only solitude is the silence of the night. He has no football experience whatsoever and is a surprising choice as a manager. But that is just part of my story.


As a complete nobody, Sean-Paul will start unemployed. How will he get a job I hear you ask? We will just have to wait and see.


Be warned guys. Although I won't elaborate on drug use, Sean-Paul is a user and there will be some mentions of drugs in the story. Also, there may be some illicit language and violence. And please don't worry, there will be some FM as well ;).

If you enjoy some fantasy and good plot in your FM stories, give this a read. Welcome to the world of Sean-Paul Lodovico.

Good luck!

This story will end up as a movie script! I can feel it!

Exciting and definitely a unique start of a story, looking forward to it!

Chapter 1 | Trapped in a Womb

I look around the room. All I can see are pasty pink walls and a smiling cohort of doctors, counselors and fellow addicts. They made the walls pink because they reckon it calms us down. To me, it just adds to the illusion I am trapped inside a womb and they are expecting me to be reborn into the world as a new man. Rehabilitation is killing me.

My musings are interrupted by a 'friendly' counselor sitting next to me. It's my turn to speak. I stand, try to remember everything I've seen on TV about rehab, and muster my best,

"Hi guys. My name is Sean-Paul and I'm a drug addict."

The silence that hits my ears amazes me. Aren't they meant to all say, "Hi Sean-Paul," in unison? Instead, I see the addicts looking bored and the counselors still smiling. The one next to me nudges me and tells me to go on.

"OK. Yeah, I'm Sean-Paul, and I'm a drug addict." I am about to continue when I'm interrupted by a beefy man in his forties, a big Arabic bloke with a goatee.

"Is your name Sean Paul? Or Sean-Paul with a hyphen?"

I look at him quizzically. This guy must be an idiot. Only 1 day in and I'm surrounded by idiots.

"What does it matter?" I snap. He looks down at his feet. That's better.

"Ok then. My name is Sean-Paul, I'm addicted to cocaine and I was a football manager. Sean-Paul Lodovico, the fucking football manager." I turn to the guy next to me. "Am I done?"

As I sit down, I look across the room, and see the dawning expression on everyone's faces. Do they know me? Am I that infamous?

So much for moving across the world then.

Nice update

What might be the reason for his infamy?

I feel like you are going to have to Google some unsavoury topics while creating this story haha

Ooooo! I'm really excited! Love your style in this story. Grim, honest, brutal. I like it.

Interesting...I wonder what kind of crap this guy has done

Walter - Cheers Walt!
AS4- You don't even wanna know
Griffo- I've bookmarked Google especially for this XD
squirmy420- Thanks mate. Felt like doing a down to earth story
Neal- Crap I can't even describe mate

Interesting start...interested to see what he's done! Good luck bro!

Chapter 2 | Changes of Heart

It’s been a week since that first meeting. The staff have been keeping me in my room, isolating me from the rest of the facility. They’ve identified my ‘temper’ and don’t want me affecting the mental stability of the other patients. I’m not complaining.

But today was different. As I walked through my designated hallway to my designated eating spot, I encountered some unusual glances from the staff. I ate my breakfast in a hurry, to get away from this new-founded attention, but as soon as I got back into my room a doctor awaited me. He told me I was going to a meeting today. A meeting centered on me. To integrate me into the facility. Seems there has been a change of heart.

I walked down the corridor to the same room as a week earlier. The walls were still pink. I didn’t think I could stand those pink walls much longer.

The first time I entered the room, on my first day, no one gave me a second look. Now, every head turned towards me as I walked in. The doctors’ smiles were replaced by inquisitive looks, and the patients seemed eager for me to speak. The counselor next me nudged me yet again and I stood up again . This time, instead of leaving me to speak, a doctor spoke first.

“Sean-Paul. I know you may be a little apprehensive of this situation. But the committee and I have decided that for the best of your development and the rest of the patients if you told us your story.”

I was shocked. So, it was official, they knew who I was. Not only that, they considered me a ‘role model’ of sorts. Or maybe an anti-role model. I figured, carpe diem . May as well pass on my knowledge.

“Sure. Sure, I’d love to tell my story.”

Nice writing, it's going well

Walter- Thanks Walt, I'm really getting into it!