“Well the rats came to the match with their head held high... Wanting to show the cows from Chaos that they could easily be outsmarted by at pack of thirsty rats. The rats receives the kick-off... But...What? The pesky Chaos had obviously spiked their drinks.. And before they are fully aware of what is going on the Beasts are closing in on Jizzill the Skaven thrower... Horns first. While the rest of the team is getting mauled by the raging beastmen. Jizzill manage to snap out of it just in time and makes a run for the ball... carries it down field... all while the gutter-runners and Storm-vermin has outsmarted the beasts, and are ready to receive the ball. The ball flies like a bullet through the hands of two beasts desperately trying to block the pass.. but in vain. The gutter picks down the ball like an apple from a tree... The only thing in hia way is a lonely beastman, witch a stormvermin already is on... Looks good even though it was a slow start. The guter-runner goes for the touchdown... But in the coner of his eye he see his fellow Stormvermin leaping for the legs of the Beast, but he slips past, and next he feels the brute impact of a pair of horns in the ribs. t knocks him over and as he lies there on the pitch in pain he sees the beast collecting the ball and headding for a tihgt packed cage with a nasty troll... The rats know this isn't good... The rats never really recovered from the spiked drinks, and never managed to step it up to their standart . It was indeed a sad day form the rats... They won't show up to a match with any prejudices and the feeling of being any better than a halfling.... ”