“"Were we just playing goats?" Johann asked.
Ragnar ignored him. Too many times had Johann asked after the game what they were. This time Ragnar would ignore him, and make him read the pampflet.
"And those giant guys in the armour?" Johann began working himself up.
He paced the room back and forth.
"And not to mention, they had a big cow!"
Johann poured a big brandy to himself. "Is everything legal in this game? We really should get some swords!"
He looked around and his eyes fixed with Ragnar's.
"Siegmund smashed a knee. Send a note to the arabian slav... erh, merchants. And a note to Siegmund's parents that Siegmund responded well to the treatment and is now travelling the world to find himself."

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As usual, the MVP went to the one most injured. And Emelie, the uber-cool catcher niggled on her Star-skill.
Breaking my own rules, she is to cool to kick, so she stays till she niggles.

Thanks for the game. Good luck with your friendly chaos! Fumbbl needs more of those.
=o)”