From the darkest depths of the sea, commanded by Lord Poseidon himself, the Sevens Octopus bursts to the surface like an oversized wing hopped up on caffeine and hate. But this octopus isn't like the others. Nay, this particular octopus comes bearing an ascot, rugby ball, trident, and plays with a missing tentacle--a true gentleman in a ruffian's sport.
He is the Davy Jones of the pitch. He is the Black Beard of the try-zone. He is...Octoseven!