“Having recently come off of a brutal and bloody match against vampires, the Cultists decided to take on a much less fleshy team, though still well beyond their original lives.

This proved to be a bit of a mistake. We Eat Food kept pressure on the line until the Cultists' bodies, used to pain and torture in pursuit of knowledge, gave in. The eldritch gods of the deep obviously found the cultists lacking, as they cursed their every move. Father Cthulhu himself was rebuffed time and time again when the opportunity presented itself for him to tear the ball from his opponents hands. Once the inevitable pressure of the bony assault moved up the field, each attempt to capture the ball carrier become more and more desperate, forcing nimble dodges and agile feints, only to fall short to the strength of the Khemri.

The Cult will sacrifice. The Cult will quest to the darkest crypts. The Cult will once again find the favour of the Great Old Ones.”