“Brutally battered by the Clints, the charioteers slowly ride into rat territory thinking it would be a quick loss. Outswarmed in number, the field was grim.

But the charioteers forgot the fans! One hundred thousand strong!!! they descend upon the ref and demand the charioteers to don the scythe blades upon the wheels and march over the skaven, til their numbers are no more.

neither side gain ground the first half as both vermin and man piledrive into each other without rest.

By second half, the numbers were even. And a mighty crack of thunder bestows berserker rage! A gift from the gods! The norse wollup mice into oblivion. Still, their will not broken, they manage to hold the chariots' war-engines to a mere one TD.

DeMaio - "Hail to all! and Hail to the fans! You are the reason we won, you are the reason we play, you are the reason we kill! Celebrate tonight with fire, beer, and sin!!"”