The setup was simple and insane. He’d rigged a heavy-duty pitching machine normally used for baseballs, but he’d modified the feeder to hold taped-up hockey pucks. He was standing twenty feet away, wearing nothing but a vintage Bruins jersey, cargo shorts, and a pair of plastic safety goggles he’d found in his dad's garage.
The machine didn't answer; it just cycled the next round. Thwack. This one caught him in the ribs. Aiden went down to one knee, the wind knocked out of him in a violent rush. He looked at the lens, his face turning a shade of grey-white, sweat beading on his forehead. He forced himself back up, his legs shaking. ItsGonnaHurt.com - Aiden From Boston.mp4
"Yo, it’s Aiden from Boston. You guys voted for the 'Slapshot Roulette.' So, here we go." The setup was simple and insane
"ItsGonnaHurt.com," he whispered, a crimson stain spreading across his teeth. "Upload that." The machine didn't answer; it just cycled the next round
The goal wasn't to dodge. The goal, according to the site’s twisted points system, was to take the hit and stay standing.
Aiden didn't scream. He just dropped. The camera kept rolling for three minutes—the silence of the basement only broken by the mechanical whir of the empty pitching machine. Just as the video was about to time out, Aiden’s hand appeared at the bottom of the frame, reaching for the tripod.