“In the first game of the season the boys were hitting hard and immediately tasting the end zone. Unfortunately the ale ran dry and the team ran out of steam after a few turns. After allowing the abominations of the undead trigger a few turnovers the offensive drive was quickly put down and resulted in a touch down against.
During half-time, the stadiums’ wenches brought more ale it was NOT Bugman's, but a human variety with some goblin tomfoolery in the mix.
Furious for what had happened, the fans joined the team in their quest for blood on the pitch and captured the ref but it was too little too late. Between tainted stale human ale and wearing plate amour the team became very dehydrated and had trouble standing up to pesky little zombies. After a lackluster performance, Bugman’s barely prevented a 2nd TD against.
When the dust settled, with a comrade lost to the undead the team realized that not all losses are losses. A new entry has been entered into the Book of Grudges, fouls against were match evenly, and they gained some new fans in the process. ”
“The season opener for the Santa Clara Vanguard - the only marching band to actually play the ENTIRE game - was a tale of two halves. Their inexperience drew them into a dwarven quagmire early on, but little Cymbals, long the forgotten member of the Zombie Drumline, took out one of their trollslayers, sparking the team to make an incredible defensive stand and take the score (with the help of a little overconfidence from the drunken bastiches, choosing to hit with their runner instead of making a break for the goalline.
Half two started with a fury, as Cymbals smacked up Ioro Goblinfighter BUT GOOD, and the undead started to part the sea a bit. One MIGHTY smack by the Mighty Mighty Contra Bass team sent Rorgit Ironbellows on a one-way ticket to the Vanguard, where he'll have a lovely career twirling flags on the frontline. Another solid hit on their runner by the OTHER contra bass right before the #1 Soprano Horn blared his touchdown solo pretty much sealed the deal, as the Bugmen didn't have the personnel or the time left for the tying score.
The team MVP went to Drum Major #1, who made the key pass that saved the first half touchdown. Much kudos to the Bugmen, who came to hit and play, but just got some bad breaks.”
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During half-time, the stadiums’ wenches brought more ale it was NOT Bugman's, but a human variety with some goblin tomfoolery in the mix.
Furious for what had happened, the fans joined the team in their quest for blood on the pitch and captured the ref but it was too little too late. Between tainted stale human ale and wearing plate amour the team became very dehydrated and had trouble standing up to pesky little zombies. After a lackluster performance, Bugman’s barely prevented a 2nd TD against.
When the dust settled, with a comrade lost to the undead the team realized that not all losses are losses. A new entry has been entered into the Book of Grudges, fouls against were match evenly, and they gained some new fans in the process.
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