“I knew the Gods were angry with me, as usual, as for my first Labour I stood toe to toe with a foul Rotter by the name of Harrg SnottSprayer, flying under the banner of Drippy Holes... two names that instantly conjured up the thoughts of a welcome halftime shower, were I to be lucky enough to make it that far.
The creature was huge, stronger than other Rotters, and had the speed of a Halfling... A Halfling I tell you! This was no ordinary Rotter!

Luckily however, just before the match I remembered that my Father had blessed me with Iron Amour Of Invulnerability+1 and it had only just gone through the wash the night before (Uncle Neptune always said cleanliness was next to Godless, ah... those five baths a day he used to give me as a child conjures up some great memories), so I popped it on!

The big brute managed to stun me 3 times throughout the game, and I fear were it not for my armour, things could have been worse. The game was tied at 2 each, but only due to the creature failing to pick the ball up in the dying seconds at my end zone.

Following the match I discovered that my side stepping of SnotSprayers’ mucus had remained with me even after the game. Oh joy!
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