“Against the sons of the Serpent Jörmungandr we bring battle! Again! And barrels of beer, too!

*Burping noise*

Here stands the mighty serpent. His name strikes fear in the weak's heart. His name is Sobe. A nightmare's name... "Sobe son of Jörmungandr". It rolls off the tongue, yes...

*Hiccup*

But the Ulfwerners aren't weak. Our hearts do not know fear!

Also, beer helps. Barrels! Many of them! We come onto the field after a feast and many toasts! Liquid courage into our veins! And we need it because we see two lizard teams come to play us.

Actually, we seem to see two of everything.

*HUGE burp*

We cannot dodge properly and we seem to go down on our own blocks. That is Loki's work against us! Also we cannot understand exactly what our coach (well.. two coaches, as we see it) tries to tell us.

But lo! Kormak Dolluson steals the ball from the accursed lizards and runs all the way to their endzone! Praise to him!

And praise to the fact that the stadium's brewery was placed behind said endzone. Coach Babau himself found Kormak, ball still in hand, sitting at the table and vouching luodly for a jumbo-size double-malt.

*Hiccup*

In the second half Olaf Ironfundersson scores for us! His hand is steady as he receives a long bomb from far away. VERY far away. He catched it barely. VERY VERY far away. Don't believe false testimonials that say that it was actually a hand-off.

*Hiccup-Hiccup*

We toast the score with another round of beer. And we fight valiantly to the end despite the horrid visions that Loki sends to hinder us. But slimy lizard Sam manages to score only once and so we win!

And praise to the heroic death of Unnr Sturluson, facing a murderous lizard and not giving way. All the might of the serpent is useless against the heroic warrior. He had to trip on his own foot and break his own neck to send his soul to Valhalla, otherwise the lizard would NEVER have bested him. Yes!

*Burping noise*

And so we win and we can celebrate with another feast! And barrels of beer! Yes!

..What do you mean all the barrels are now empty?

Hrm.. *Hic*

Blasted barrels don't last a minute around here. At my place we used to have barrels that didn't leave you flat-footed in the middle of the feast!
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Good game to scottdd. I've won this one only because I had a numerical advantage.. I have the distinct feeling that if you had 11 players to start with, the outcome would have been very different.

Rematch anytime!”