“It had been another quiet game for Bitstiki II, but another victory for the team, and he knew he'd have scored if not for the silly krox mis-throwing that pass. No mistake, he was the star of the team alright... why, the very last game, the team apothecary had been dispatched to patch him up, an honour usually reserved for the sauri. And he was sure the doc' had muttered something about a 'destiny'. What could it be? His mind wandered, visions appearing of him captaining the team to a great tournament victory.
Suddenly the skink's awareness snapped back to the present as a couple of sauri grabbed his arms, looking up he saw Imp'hotent wielding the sacrifical blade. The kroxigor's deep voice reached him, 'time to meet your destiny!'”