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Match Result · League division
Match recorded on 2008-10-18 05:47:01
CTV 1130k Undead
2
Winnings 60k
Spectators
+1 Dedicated Fans
Casualties 1/2/3
 
 
Norse CTV 1090k
0
50k Winnings
Spectators
Fanfactor No change
1/0/0 Casualties
Player Performances
 
 
td
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cas
int
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
#2
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-
1
-
-
2
-
-
20
10
-
#3
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
8
-
#4
-
-
2
-
1
9
-
-
-
11
-
#5
1
-
-
-
-
3
-
-
1
1
-
#6
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
1
-
#7
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-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
2
-
#8
1
-
-
1
-
5
-
-
11
1
-
#9
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-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
2
1
#10
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-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
3
-
#11
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-
1
-
-
2
-
-
-
5
-
#12
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-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
4
-
#13
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-
1
-
-
2
-
-
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2
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TOTALS
2
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5
1
1
23
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50
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Coach Bellator, eyes dead and cold, watched on this evening quietly from the sides. Unlike his normal demeanor, he was almost smiling as his undead team tore through the ranks of the Norse with brutal force.

The norse held their own, halting Fleshed Out's every advance towards the endzone. Things start going poorly when a failed dodge, and a well place spike, dropped a norse linemen killing him for a moment. The team doctor was able to revive him before Bellator could finish his chant.

A well place boot added one to the Badly hurt box followed shortly after by another well placed shot killing a linemen dead. This time the coach was able to finish his chant and Friedrich Nietzsche stood with a new hunger driving him.

The half ended with the ball a square from the endzone, and a very fired up undead team ready to begin the 2nd half.

The 2nd half was just a game of dice, the undead failed nothing and made short work of the norses armorless torsos. in all 2 deaths, 1 niggling, 1 -Str later, the Norse are in for a rough season while the Undead would feel awful, if their hearts still worked.

Coach Bellator was overheard heading into the locker room saying, "Prophane, I have always wanted a wolfskin hat."

Good sport through it all, rough luck and a dicing I haven't seen in a while. Hope the team can rebuild and it isn't the end.
Player Performances
 
 
td
comp
cas
int
mvp
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turns
pass
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block
foul
#1
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-
-
-
-
-
-
-
15
-
#2
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1
-
-
2
-
-
-
11
-
#3
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-
-
-
1
5
-
-
2
1
-
#5
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-
-
-
-
-
-
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4
-
#6
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-
-
-
-
-
-
-
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4
-
#7
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-
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-
-
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1
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#8
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-
-
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3
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#9
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-
-
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5
-
#10
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-
-
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4
1
#12
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4
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TOTALS
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1
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1
7
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2
52
1

#2 Martin Heidegger – Smashed Knee (NI)
#6 Karl Wilhelm Friedrich von Schlegel – Dead (RIP)
#7 Friedrich Nietzsche – Dead (RIP)
#9 John Stuart Mill – Smashed Collar Bone (-ST)
The first half went so well, and then the gates of hell just flew off their hinges.

The match began with the Philosophers kicking. Wight Yokum recovered the ball as the undead punched what appeared to be a promising hole in the defense.

On the first turn, Heidegger failed a block and was killed. The apothecary was able to revive him. This should've been an omen, but the revived Heidegger went on to lead the defense in all but stopping Fleshed Out's first drive.

In the first half, Wraps badly hurt Aristotle on turn four, and Whynot Hitme killed Friedrich Nietzsche on turn five. Whynot Hitme was ejected for the foul, but Nietzsche was raised to join Fleshed Out.

The first half ended scoreless. Fleshed Out's drive, while greatly disrupted by the Philosophers, was eventually short the end zone due to simple miscalculation.

The second half began optimistic, though only nine Philosophers could play. David Hume recovered the ball. But the Philosophers allowed themselves to get too close to the side line, and Fleshed Out began breaking down the drive.

On turn two, Wight Yokum sent Heidegger to the injury list again, this time with pinched nerve that will haunt him, while Ghoulgie Wormeye killed Karl Wilhelm Friedrich von Schlegel.

In desperation, Hume faded back to pass to Immanuel Kant, only to see everything fall apart. Marv intercepted the ball and went on to score on turn five: 1-0.

Six players left, with three turns. The Philosophers took the field determined to tie the game. But the defense snapped early, and Wight Yokum and four of his teammates crossed the line of scrimmage and set up a textbook cage, three tiles into Philosopher turf.

On the snap, Wraps smashed John Stuart Mill's collar bone, sending him off the pitch.

As if Nuffle were looking to torture the Philosophers, the kick landed squarely in Wight Yokum's arms. Nothing could be done to stop him, the Philosophers simply out-numbered and overwhelmed.

The season may be wrecked, but the team will go on. It will be a long winter. In the Nordic tradition.
 
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