"Bleh. You'd think by now those bigwigs at Cabalvision know the value of an experienced Skink and his dimwitted friend."

(The Skink enters the empty newsroom, picking up a file folder on his way to the newsdesk.)

"I've had matches versus Chaos that were less violent than some of those bribery sessions they called contract negotiations. Did Khorne misplace his favorite toys again?"

(The Skink looks at the calendar, noting their next broadcast is on the 3rd.)

"Good to be back in here for the new year... I wonder where Gorgaz is... I hope he didn't punch one of the..."

(He opens the folder. Right there in big letters is a newspaper clipping: "RETIRED ORC STAR DRUNKENLY PUNCHES TROLL, TROLL TROLLS ORC WITH FIST")

"... Oh, lovely. Damn it, Gorgaz. I told you those troll ladies weren't your type, and not because you're stupider than they are! Hope you enjoy your smashed collar bone alongside your back, neck, hip and leg. Now let's see here. Contracts... upcoming team schedules..."

(He throws some papers over his shoulder.)

"... Beast of Nurgle porn with a bunch of snotlings and an amazon wielding a spork and covered in flaming butter... oh good, Gorgaz has a..."

(He squints at the paper.)

"... Skaven Stormvermin as his backup? But I hate the Skaven!"

(The Skink puts a claw to his face and slowly facepalms as he reads through the bio on the rat, then the bio on his own if-required replacement, an amazon.)

"Dammit, a rat won't look twice and think even less about eating me... I should go see about this... maybe Gorgaz will heal up enough he can broadcast when we're live again in a few days. Good thing I had this considered..."

(The Skink runs off with the folder under his arm.)




I'll start doing more Snot Sniffly writeups after the new year --- hope you guys have had some good games in the meantime :)