“The nasty Skaven first-timer vs the just raised piles of bones. This was certainly a match to look forward to. The weather was cloudy that day but the sun managed to slip through the clouds from time to time and scortch the evil presence on the field. The game opened with a bad kick from the undead resulting in Bumble Buttershit getting the ball at the right end of the line of scrimmage. He dashed forward unafraid of the once-dead instantly rushing after him. His teammates rushed to his aid and surrounded him, shielding him from the hands of death. After a brief rush Buttershit entered the end zone at the end of turn 2. The cheers were unsilenceable. It was now the Deadites turn to recieve the ball, and they lurched forward with bits and pieces falling from their bodies. The carnage commenced at once and the skaven coach instantly wished he had hired an apothecary. The skeleton crew slowly made progress in the vermin half until a daunting block made them loose the ball. Bitter da Extra, whom had had little confidence from the coach, now showed his talent and rushed for the end zone. After a brief fumbling with the ball, he scored to the audience's roar.

The second half started with tragedy for the rats as a ghoul supporter suddenly ripped off his own leg and threw it at George the young. Being not fully grown, George had his left fontanell ripped open by a sharp nail on the rotting projectile, and instantly collapsed, slowly bleeding to death. The living dead, inspired by this incident started pushing their vermin opponents back and made it for the end zone. There were too many rats falling to count, and blood splatted all the way to the upper seats. Being dead however, their rotted legs couldn't carry them well enough, and after a half decomposed zombie dropped the ball, Bumble Buttershit picked it up and more or less flew across the field for another Touch Down. With an unstoppable lead and only six vertabrates left on the field, the skaven found it best not to push their luck and started play with three on the line of scrimmage, and three near their own end zone. This strategy paid off, as only two of them were knocked out, and the dead were to slow to make it to the end zone anyway. A glorious three-nil victory for the Catbusters so. But the vermin fans found it to be a Phyrric victory and many cashed in their season tickets.”