Choose Your Own Adventure... Fleer

Every Halloween for the last few years, the blog Thorzul Will Rule has hosted a custom baseball card contest. The Nightmares on Cardboard contest has seen some amazing submissions. Each year I am surprised at the creativity that goes into his readers' creations.

I'll admit I have entered a few times. I don't like to brag*, but I've won in the past. I was happy to find out that I won this year's contest too. I wanted to share my entry with the faithful readers of The Baseball Card Blog.

In the past, it would have been easy to share: One post, a few scans of custom cards. This year is a little more difficult... I made quite a few cards. If you read the contest results, you'll see that this year's victory was not much of challenge. There were only two entries. No offense to the runner-up (I loved - LOVED - his entry), but the PunkRockPaint team spent a lot of time and effort on our contest entry.

Each year, Thorzul picks a theme for the contest. The theme for this year's contest was "Fleer." I could think of nothing more horrific than 1991 Fleer. The boring design and the too-bright, yellow color made me hate this set the second it came out. I decided to share the horror with the world. I wanted to do something with cards that I had never seen before. After brainstorming ideas for a couple days, a lightning bolt of inspiration struck...

I decided to make a set of Choose Your Own Adventure cards. Making custom cards is what I do. Writing is not my strong point. Luckily, PunkRockPaint's Vice President of Deep Thoughts, Michael Sherrillo, was willing to devote a few days of his life to help write the story. Since the contest is run by a Brewers fan, and we wanted the story rooted in history, I picked an actual 1990 game around which to base the story. July 23rd, 1990, a Brewers 13-0 victory over the Red Sox, was the game I chose. For the contest, each card was resealed into a separate wax pack of 1991 Fleer cards, stacked back in their original box.





It is a pretty entertaining journey (if I do say so myself.) Fans of the Milwaukee Brewers will find a couple of inside jokes (provided by PunkRockPaint intern and life-long Brewers fan, Matthew Schuster).



If you would like to check the set out, please go to the first card.


*Braggin

1976 Topps Traded: The Missing Cards - #319T Pedro Garcia

Pedro Garcia was an unremarkable player. After a nice rookie year in 1973 (if hitting .245 can be considered "nice") his production dropped off the map. He was shipped to Motor City for Gary Sutherland near the trading deadline in 1976. He mopped up his career in 1977 with the new Toronto Blue Jays.

I chose this headline because it seems like this is what Topps would've done: say something nice rather than say nothing at all.

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 709

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You light and toss. No sooner do you say, “Right Field! Deer!” does a snap of Yount’s wrists send a flaming liner to right with a loud crack of the bat. The napalm ball roars like a burning comet directly toward zombie-Rob Deer. The creature looks up, raising his hands, as the ball hits him squarely in the chest and explodes out his back. It leaves a perfect flaming hole where his sternum used to be. The beast flails around as his clothes begin to catch. In seconds he is covered in flames, melting his subcutaneous fat, and turning into a roaring candle of flame.

  “Nice hit,” you say, as you light another ball. Surveying the field, you toss the ball, and say, “Left field - Greg Vaughn!” The ball soars in a graceful arc to left field. Like a shooting star, it falls from the sky. Vaughn collapses as the ball embeds itself in his skull.

  “Shortstop - Diaz!” you state, as you toss another flaming ball. Yount cocks his wrists, takes a small stride, pivots his hips, and absolutely crushes a line drive at the undead utility infielder’s chest. With reflexes that were buried deep in his undead brain, Edgar Diaz reaches up and spears the ball out of mid-air, but the force of the hit sends him tumbling into the outfield.

  It’s too easy. He needs a challenge... You call the name of a Red Sox reliever locked in their bullpen, and toss another flaming ball. As the two of you watch the flaming trail soar majestically over the fence in right field, Diaz has risen to his feet, and flipped the ball back in for more fielding practice.

  The still-smoldering ball flies directly between you and Yount. On one hop, it bounces into the bucket. A look of utter disbelief is on his face as your eyes meet. A split second later, the bucket explodes. Liquid fireballs rain down on you both, engulfing you in flames. You smell cooked flesh, and in your last moments you desperately crave a hot dog (with Stadium Secret Sauce)...

Death becomes you. Start over?

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 594

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 You hear screams coming from the seats and field beyond. Screams and… is that chewing? Something is terribly wrong! You decide to:

 Go to the seating area overlooking the field to see what is happening…  Go to Card #589

Run down the concourse to get supplies and a couple more beers. Shit just got real.  Go to Card #578

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 596

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Placing one foot in front of the other, you jog steadily toward Sheffield at third base. He doesn’t run at you, but stands there, lackadaisically chewing. Dead, bloodshot eyes seem to look through you as you continue. One step, two steps, each one fills you again with anger. At this point, anger is the only thing propelling you forward. Like a slack-jawed, hillbilly cow chewing its cud, you see what looks like a chicken bone, but isn’t. It’s a human hand. Probably belonged to the now-dismembered third base coach. Sheffield looks you up and down, always chewing, and now you are near enough to hear the small bones grinding against each other as he works them around his mouth. You stand, feet apart, his one dead eye meeting yours, and without looking away, he spits a mostly-bone pinkie into the dirt at your feet. 

Go to Card #582

Choose Your Own Adventure... Title Card



After several seasons of flagging ticket sales, the Major League Baseball owners knew they needed something to reignite the fires of fans' interest in America's pastime. Working in secret with foreign scientists, a super-strength formula was developed and secretly disseminated among the players. Masked as team-mandated flu vaccinations, the players did not know what was being injected into their bodies. The formula worked quickly and worked well. The drugs made players bigger, faster, stronger!

Long standing records were shattered, and stadium attendance soared! The owners were to busy counting their money to notice anything was wrong. But something was wrong - very wrong...

Rumors of strange side effects began to surface. Beginning on the west coast, ball players with the Oakland Athletics started showing strange symptoms: increased aggression, cranial growth, an inability to feel pain, shrunken testicles, trouble speaking, back acne, cognitive declines, and weird cravings for very raw meat. The team was winning games at a record clip.

Soon enough, players from around the league began to show similar symptoms. Before anyone discovered the owners' evil plans, it was already too late. The game was the same, but the players had changed...

“Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;

The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,

And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;

But there is no joy in Baseball — for the zombies have come out.”

Go to Card #592

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 585

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You swing your open palm at his cheek, hoping to smack a little sense into him. His calloused hand grabs your wrist mid-smack. Before you can apologize, he is putting on shin guards, a chest protector, and pulling a catcher’s mask over his face. “Look for weapons, anything we can use!” Searching through lockers, you gather a few bats, a couple pairs of cleats, and a less-than-intimidating pair of athletic-tape scissors.

Yount looks like a samurai, ready for battle. “I grabbed some gear for you too. Put it on.” As you struggle with all the equipment, you catch glimpses of him heavily coating pine tar over the barrels of two bats. He ducks into the manager’s office, and throws a chair through the window separating the two rooms. After rolling the bats in the shards of broken glass, he hands you one. He pulls a can of deodorant spray from a nearby locker and says, “I have an idea…”

Go to Card #599

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 710

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“Bud?!?” you both say in unison. Bud Selig, owner of the Brewers, raises his head at you in confusion, he blinks his eyes rapidly. “You’re, you’re alive?” he stammers, as Yount reaches down and pulls him to his feet. “I thought, I thought that everyone…” You grab Selig by the shoulders and spin him around to face you. In a tone harsher than you intended, you blurt, “No time! We have a situation here, now what do you know about this!?!? Is there a cure, an antidote?”
    “For what?” he asks confusedly. Yount grabs him by the lapel and growls, “The flu shots! They caused this! YOU did this!”
    “What, a cure? No, I have, we didn’t, I… I… it WAS the cure... for the FLU!” he began to stammer as tears well up in his eyes, “How could this happen…” was all he got out before the sobs overwhelmed him. The echoing sounds of banging against the clubhouse door grew louder. Everyone turned to look for a moment before you say, “We’d better get moving. I don’t know if that door is going to last for long.” As the door crashes open in the distance behind you, Bud opens the side door and immediately takes off down a darkened hallway. You both follow behind. Yount slams and quickly barricades the door. In the seconds it took to block the door with a chair, Selig has disappeared down the dark, curving hallway. The spry old man’s footsteps are just a faint echo.
    You follow the sound of the footsteps around the bend, but the hallway ends at a pair of locked doors. There are stairs to the right, and a ramp angling up to the left. As Yount yanks in vain on the door handle, he looks to the right and says, “The front office is up there...” Looking left, he grimaces, “...the field. Which way do you think he went?”

 If he went to the field, he’ll need help. You run up the ramp to the field.  Go to Card #711

 The offices might have some answers...  Go to Card #223

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 582

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The way his cheek is torn, you could almost swear it was a grin. Teeth exposed and ripped gums mindlessly crunch the hand. Every few bites, a finger pops out and gets stuck for a moment in the ripped cheek before it is sucked back in. The grinding fills your ears, deadening the sounds of the distant forms still creeping toward you from the outfield. Your vision becomes a tunnel as you swing with a hard right cross. His jaw cracks and hangs limply as the remains of the hand half slips from his mouth. He looks mad, but this could be due to the middle finger now sticking out from the side of his face. He strikes you with a backhand. It was slow but more powerful than you imagined, lifting you off the ground, and you land a few feet back. Do you…

 Cock back your arm, and attempt to wipe that smug grin off his cold, dead face.  Go to Card #106

 Get the hell away! That kid can hit! Time to head for home.  Go to Card #598

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 591

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You fly over the counter, crashing into the bottles of alcohol and land hard on the broken glass littering the floor. Your eyes burn as booze rains down on you from the shelf above. You hear wood splinter and shatter as someone -or some thing- bursts past Bernie. As quietly as you can, you slowly edge your head up to the lip of the counter to see what evil lurks on the other side. An unearthly growl that somehow manages to combine the screech of a rusty circular saw with the utter hopelessness of a lifelong Cubs fan, forces you to dive flat to the floor, cringing in terror. An instant later, your survival instincts kick in. You push yourself up and look upward into the face of what was once Paul Molitor. You fumble for the nearest bottle and smash it into the side of his head, but it has no effect! He grabs your arms and pulls you toward his too-wide mouth. Another pair of hands grab your head from behind. You hear a loud pop and watch your headless body fall. As the world turns to black, the sound of chewing fills your ear as if someone’s mouth was right…

You're dead. If you would like to start over click here.

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 587

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As you head toward the mound, a figure rises slowly. As you approach, it bends at the waist, dead eyes locked on yours. Then, in a strange pantomime of movements that appear more marionette than human, it flails its arm at you. Before you can see the ball, you are knocked backward as searing pain radiates from your shoulder and the bat falls from your hands. You wince in pain as you grab the bat again and charge the mound. You sprint the last few strides as it fumbles in vain for another ball. Your first swing rips its arm off at the shoulder. The next shatters both knees! Turning the bat into a stake, you plunge it into the figure’s chest, pinning his flailing body to the mound. More creatures stream toward you from the dugouts, you run to first base… 

Go to Card #577

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 578

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The sounds of screams have died down as you sprint through the corridor. The floors are slick with blood. As you leap over a dead body you spot an alcohol stand and slide to a stop. The concessionaire’s headless body lies slumped over the counter. You stare, transfixed by the horror, until you hear a scream of terror. It is coming from down the hallway, behind the giant, wood cutout of Bernie Brewer. The scream ends quickly, followed by a gurgling sound. A guttural growl and loud chewing sounds come soon after. The wood figure begins to rock back and forth. Scratching sounds fill your ears. Shaking in terror, you know you have to make a decision quickly. Do you...

 Vault over the counter to hide from whatever is about to come past Bernie. Maybe you can wait this out with something a little stronger than beer.  Go to Card # 591

Charge at the cutout, hoping you can surprise whatever is scratching on the other side.   
Go to Card # 101

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 580

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You grab the bucket of balls. Yount kicks the chair out from under the door handle, and two rotting creatures pile into the clubhouse. With one swing, he knocks both of their heads free from their bodies. The hallway to the field is empty, and you both head up the ramp to the field. As you near the dugout, he stops you and says, “When we get out there, light up a ball, soft toss it to me, and call out a target. I’ll handle the rest. You just keep those fireballs coming.” You can only nod in stunned silence. As you step out of the dugout, you recognize several targets. You grab a ball from the bucket, light it, and toss it gently toward number 19. As the ball reaches its peak, and seems to hover in the air, you yell out...

 “Right Field! Deer!”  Go to Card # 709

 “Third Base! Seevum... Suveem... Suveeum... Suave... Su-vame... Soowee... Ah, forget it! Dale! 

Go to Card # 712

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 712

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The flaming ball bounces at Yount’s feet. He kicks it away as he glares at you. “It’s pronounced SWAYM... like LAME. I thought you were a fan?” You smile sheepishly, and light another ball as Sveum-like-lame shuffles down the line toward you. Releasing the ball, you shout, “SWAAAAAAAAYYYYYM” in your most sarcastic voice. CRACK! The flaming ball whizzes right by your ear. You turn in time to see what-used-to-be-Greg Vaughn drop to his knees, a flaming hole where his face used to be. He was only ten feet behind you! “Thanks,” you say to Yount. He just smirks and says, “That woulda been foul.”

 As Sveum gets closer, you light another and toss it up. Yount knows what to do, and rips a flaming liner right off Dale’s dome. The ball ricochets into the stands as the loud pop of Sveum’s exploding cranium echoes around the stadium.

  Five minutes later, your ammunition is gone. Flaming piles of the undead litter the field. Acrid smoke fills the air as entire sections of seats have burst into flames. Like a burning wave, the fire quickly surrounds you. Your eyes start to water as the stadium fills with smoke. You look on in amazement and sorrow as the stadium you love disappears in smoke and fire. It is time to get out of here. You turn to Robin, but he is lost in the haze. His tortured scream lets you know where he is. You run toward the scream. As you get close, you see your hero, your savior, lying in the infield dirt, his blood pooling around his head.

  You dive to your knees to provide him any comfort you can. The smoke in front of you begins to swirl, and a figure in shadow, backlit by the flames, emerges. As the smoke shifts, you see the owner of the Brewers, Bud Selig, standing with a bat resting on his shoulder. Before you can react, he says, “I can’t leave a witness. Can I?” He swings the bat, connecting with the side of your head. As your eyes close for the final time, and your world fades to darkness, a baritone voice echoes through the stadium P.A. 

“PLEEEEEEEEASE DRIVE SAFELY.”

Really??? Dead? Sheesh. Start over?

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 599

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He grabs a plastic bucket and tells you to gather all of the aerosol spray cans you can find. As you gather the various cans of deodorant, hairspray, and Icy Hot, he begins spraying them into the bucket. “Quick, grab some balls!” You find a bag in the corner filled with BP balls and lug it over. “Dump them in,” he says. Your eyes burn from the fumes, and you try not to gag from the smell as you dump a dozen or two in. You see where he’s going with this and quickly grab a jar of Vaseline from Molitor’s locker. In a few moments, the balls are coated with the flammable concoction. He roots around in the lockers for a moment and comes back with a lighter. “Come on,” he says,  “get your stuff and let’s go!” Do you grab...

The bucket of “fireballs,” duh!  Go to Card #580

Your glass-coated bat. Fire + Zombies = Flaming Zombies. They are bad enough when they’re not on fire.  Go to Card #593

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 598

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Sheffield’s arms find only air where you had been just moments before. Strengthened by equal parts fear and terror, you fly past third and sprint toward home. An armored body rises from the dirt ahead as you run down the base line. A rotting face surrounded by a cage of metal, the padding covering his hulking form, makes the catcher seem like a giant as he stands. He lowers himself down into a squat, feet digging in as you continue toward him. Just before the plate, you slide. You hear the snap of his femur breaking and the sound of fabric tearing as your momentum propels you on in a cloud of dust. Your head slams into the ground, and you look back to see Surhoff. Legs useless and bent beneath him as he claws at the dirt trying to stand. As your vision starts to blur, you fumble for a bat. With a mighty cut, you remove his head cleanly from his body. The world around you goes black, the last thing you see is a blood-soaked creature moving toward you...

Go to Card #601

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 588

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Unable to face the fiend, you turn again, choosing the rock over the hard place, the frying pan over the fire, the unarmed undead over the armed. You face Gantner, dried, swollen tongue curling in anticipation from the side of his face as his dislocated jaw hangs down, cheeks torn wide and flapping with each step in silent, mocking laughter. You have nothing left, no where to run, no where to hide as they close in. Behind you, in front of you, you stop, hearing the rapid footfalls. Your head half turns. Spiers speeds up, closing the last few paces between you. He leaps into the air, arms still raised to bludgeon you. You fall back as he leaps. In that moment, Gantner trips over your tumbling form and both creatures’ heads connect over your crumpled body.  Spiers’ head craters in like a macabre crumple zone bumper. Gantner’s neck spurts a black stream that geysers up. It all seems to move in slow motion. The oily mist seems to dance in the sun, bathing the dirt. Their now motionless forms intertwined in a pile. For a moment, there is only silence. You stand, refusing to quit. 

Go to Card #596

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 601

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As your eyes open you see a bloody bat barrel and a pair of cleats caked with mud and entrails. You look up slowly, fearing the end has come. Robin Yount, blood dripping from his perfect ‘stache - splattered over the front of his jersey - stands over you. You think to yourself, “At least I’ll be eaten by the best.” Sensing your resignation, Robin opens his mouth and leans down.

“Sorry,” he says, wiping his face with his wrist band. “It’s just Stadium Secret Sauce. I had a couple of brats last inning.” He reaches out a hand and pulls you to your feet, grin on his face, and says “Hope you don’t mind, but it looked like you were in a bit of a pickle.”
“You have no idea,” you think to yourself.

As he finishes with a smirk, “I thought you could use some help…” His face flashes with anger as he pushes you back to the ground.

Go to Card #95

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 600

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The sight of the chair seats lowering and rising as some unknown horror crawls toward you from beneath has you frozen in terror. Watching as seat #1 bobs, then #2 then #3... Adrenaline kicks in; you turn to run, but it is too late. While you were distracted, zombie-Randy Veres has come up behind you. Before you can remember how to pronounce his last name, his teeth are buried in your neck. As a shower of your still-warm blood rains down and the world turns black, you can almost swear you hear the final lines of a song in your ear...
“…root, root-root for the hoooome teeeeeam…”

You are dead. Start over? Click here.

Choose Your Own Adventure... Card 583

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Yount’s body heaves with sobs. You aren’t sure what to do, so you pat him on the back. He takes a deep breath, pushes himself up straight, wipes his eyes, and as a fierce determination casts over his face he says, “Someone will come, but until then, we need to survive!”

A rustling of the mini-blinds in the manager’s office causes both of you to bolt to your feet. You need a weapon! Grabbing a pair of cleats from a locker marked DIAZ, you quickly tie the laces together. Feeling safer with your makeshift nunchucks, you move behind Yount and inch toward the door. “It doesn’t sound like one of them, did you see anyone else?” Yount, eyes wide, just shakes his head. You grab the doorknob as adrenaline races through your body. Yount hoists his bat menacingly. “On three” he whispers. You hold up your fingers and count them down. As the third disappears into your fist, spikes whirling over your head, you throw open the door...

Go to Card #710