“The coach of Bacterial Counterculture was very emotional after the conclusion of the match. He kept wiping away his tears in the press conference with fresh, crisp $100 dollar bills.
"I'd just like to thank my bookie, who said to me earlier this week, that there was no way the team could rack up 8 casualties against and still score. Too bad, sucker, because this team really came through for me. I'm rich."

When asked about a memorial service for the dearly departed, the coach seemed confused and responded with this statement "Who died? No, no one important was even injured. I'm fine and the team cheerleader is in excelent health."

The coach then took the cheerleader (a wood elf wardancer in training) into the apothecary's room "for her daily physical and bath in champagne".
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Ro and I have now had two awesomely entertaining matches. I almost scored a one turn touchdown at the end of the first half (failed the last GFI/dodge through the line), which would have made this a tie. Even though the gobbos took it on the chin (and in the nads and their precious organs), it was loads of fun tossing bombs and gobbos, fouling and generally having a good time.

Cheers, Ro!”