“"What in the name of Sigmar are you doing?" Johann shouted. "You are playing these weak albino-elves from the north, and you could only kill two?"
"Actually," Ragnar said. "One of them tripped on his own feet and killed himself."
Johann got furious. "Is that supposed to make me happier? That we could only injure one of those teeny players?"

He paced up and down in the locker room.
"We need to win a little," he said after calming down. "We had to sell two players last week to slave.... erh, I mean to another club. If you don't start winning I'll sell you all. Dam it, this is not for fun."
He walked out, patted BamBam on the head. "You did allright. You'll get dessert tonight!"

BamBam shone up. Dessert? Mmmm, that could mean an extra frog after dinner, or perhaps some worms. Yummie!


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Cool game.. to bad those guys died. Sometimes there is no reason to the injuries...
Well.. hope you'll recover them.. or retire... but FF didn't drop, but not raise either...
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