“Tonight's game was downright creepy.

We had all heard bogey stories about the walking dead, flesh eating ghouls and cursed corpses never finding rest, but none of us ever believed them.

Which means we certainly never thought we would be playing them.

But ThreeKills took us by carriages to a secluded graveyard, and had us stand around all goose bumped looking at the full moon through the late night fog.

Borl finally asked what we were doing there, and ThreeKills chuckled and said, "Waiting for the other side to turn up." And, up they came, from the ground itself.

It was very interesting playing on a pitch made from tombstones layed face down.

Frankly all that we did as a team was group up, and walk very slowly towards the End Zone. The fact that the cemetary's exit was that way as well did add some purpose to our steps.

It seemed like it took a long time, but we left no one behind, and Merikil scored through the iron gates just as the sun was rising.

So, I gave ThreeKills a solid yelling, and he just stood there grinning.

"Got you all a bit more together as a team, didn't it."

He had me, but I gave him the goblin finger anyway.”