“Orcs Again.

Coach Babau was set on testing the Cursed's resistance through and through and so he was looking for matches against tough and hard-hitting teams. He wanted his players to skill up as fast as they could, in preparation for the greater challenges ahead.

A strange incident occurred before the game, though.

As it seems, the stadium bar was out of beer and - being rather unhealthy to tell angry Orc fans that the only available drinks were lemonade and OrcaCola - they have hurriedly made a large order.

So 12 barrels of Red Ironhead's Stout were making their way to the stadium and arrived just minutes before the start of the game. Then, while helping unload them, the barman had the bad idea of mentioning that today's match was against some "Raxeton's Curse".

Needless to say, "Raxeton" in ancient khemrian means "Flamingo-nosed".

A lightning bolt immediately incinerated the bartender and set fire to the bar. The barrels went rolling everywhere and one of them came crashing into the Orcs pitch.

None of the greenskins was hurt in the process but the problem was that they came out of the pit roaring drunk and passed the first part of the game in a state of liquid stupor, seemingly unable to do anything.

Only on the second half of the game, the stalwart orcs began to recover. Unfortunately for them the result was already all but secured.

Coach Babau wishes to congratulate the opposing coach for being a good sport and feels sorry about the absolute bad luck that befell on him (believe me, this victory was ONLY a matter of luck, skill did hardly play a part).

Also... anyone please could thell me who the HECK is this Ramkheton?”