“Bongda, you are alot of fun to play against. Next time you see me on gamefinder, challenge me again. I'll do the same. I want a rematch of these two teams. You got the better of me this time, but this could have easily swung the other way. Great game. For me, the rivalry is on like Donky Kong.

Back into character.
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"It has been a while since we've won lads" stated coach Daft. "You are a fine bunch of players, but competition around here is getting pretty stiff. Who'd have thought a bunch of Dudly do Rights would beat us like that. Next time you better step up an beat them. We are losing fans, and I've got a bar tab to pay. Now drink up and get some rest. Practice tomorrow at oh five hundred."

As Daft headed to settle accounts with the barkeep, a slayer tapped him on the shoulder. "If yer lookin ta win, I'm the dwarf for yer team. The name is Regde and as long as ye bash a bunch of orcs, I'm in."

Never one to pass down a bargain, Daft shouted at the rest of the dwarfs in the bar. "This here be Regde, and tommorrow we see if he has what it takes to make the team. Gentlmen, make him feel at home."

With another roster spot filled, Daft went left for his hammock to catch some shut eye.”