“Recorded fragment from the Book of Undestiny…

"...The Chaos Uberlords of the first 5 circles of hell demanded a tribute. They bid us hunt and sacrifice several hogs, removing all the bones from each, and use the floppy porcines as our standards, or non-standards. I took a footman’s lance and hoisted the carcass aloft, regarding it flapping wetly in the howling gale that scours this blasted realm.

As we completed our unholy preparations, a necromancer chanced upon our encampment. Though it had been many seasons since we had played (upon) the field, our mandate had not changed and we girded ourselves for a fierce combat with the undead creatures the ‘mancer commanded. He had raised an army of ancient civic dignatories and though they squabbled over who would hold the captain’s armband, it proved impossible to still the already dead by force, and they set about us, downing the touch twice all-told. But worse! Goatman Waldorf succumbed to a mortal blow and the archmage raised his still-warm corpse to the undead’s own untechnical area. May he bring fear uncertainty and doubt to them as he did to us.

Agape, my minions and unsubordinates dropped to the floor kneeling before our new mojo. We chanted, hoping to elicit that rare commodity – mercy and succour from or Chaotic deities. Our gruff, cracked voices rang out in the winds…”Oh Limp Pigs! Oh Limp Pigs! Oh Limp Pigs!”. Answer came there none from the Chaos gods. But our blackened hearts will lifted by a curious feeling of sportsmanship and fellowhood. A foul curse upon us. Unsatisfactory! "
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