“The Turkey Vultures were soaring in, hoping for a much needed free meal from the always tastey Halflings. Even not being able to field 11 players, we felt the pickings would be easy.

Right from the start, our team had troubles. Many of my linemen, were so intent of the ceremonial kililng of the first halfling, that they forgot about the ogre that was anchored in the middle of the halfling line. That ogre began with a stomping on Barb Says So. A crushed hand was the result, and just like that, we were down two men.

To add to my problems, the halflings treemen, and a horde of the little punks, mannaged to chop down my treemen.. Then, just like in Gulivers Travels, they tied the poor tree down, and he was at the mercy of the halflings.. For the rest of the half, he continued with his struggle to get up, but those dam ropes were just too strong.

With reduced numbers, we were continually overrun by the little cochroaches... Another badly hurt player, a few knockouts, and we were down to 6 players. That dam ogre was unstoppable. We were lucky to get a touchdown. If it was not for the absolutely horrible throwing by thier players, we would have been shut out.

There was a highlight to our game. Quintus the Sturdy, in a fit of rage, knocked Hippi Treehugger out of the playing field. When the hordes of elf fans saw the name on his jersey, they were drivin to a mob mentality.. With a chant of "Only Elves Hug Trees", they preceeded to rip poor Hippi limb from limb. They then took some of the poor victims blood, and poured it on to Deep Roots, our treemen, in hopes it will make him get up off the ground in the future.

We salute our halfling opponent. It was a good game.”