“The only 9 MIB members fit enough to line up for duty found themselves facing Wood Elves, what they didn't know was they would also be facing fate.

The Wood Elves found little resistance against their initial drive, as every agent touched ended up knocked out, as if chloroform was being used on them, naturally they scored 1-0.

The rat drive was when the pain really began though, in a game when MIB would see more 1's than in happy hour of the single menu option chinese restaurant. The drive spluttered, stopped and started and eventually, with the end zone in range, the drive was over.

The second half saw MIB receive, and straight away it was more of the same, although even through the hiccups they kept pushing forward until 1 gfi and a few dodge would see Agent Davis into the end zone, 3 more 1's followed on the 5 dice rolled and the chance was gone.

With MIB unable to do the simplest things, the wood elves strolled around the pitch with little to worry about, on a day where fate had already decided. After brushing off a few more agents that were foolish enough to think they had right to go near the ball, the Wood Elves scored again, to end the match 2-0.

There was minimal income from the game, so the MIB budget remains to low for any expansion, so for now the third field agent, so urgently needed, would have to wait.”