“"Look, while its an undeniable fact that we in fact lost, we're not happy conceding the fact this these...lizards were in any way responsible. In fact, after careful consultation with several of our most learned arcane experts, we've determined that the blood rites we've been performing both before and after each game have angered several of the more important unearthly deities we routinely worship."
"No really, its nothing to do with us. Like a group of grey scaled, addle minded jungle vermin could really beat us if they didn't have the might of the dread lords guiding their hand? Lets be serious here. "
"There has been some commentary on the performance of our Thrower in this match, who seemed unable to pick up or accurately throw the ball at any time. Let me just stress that our Rehabilitation Coaches are explaining the problems with his performance right now, and we're confident the majority of the burns will have healed by the time our next game comes around."
I think its safe to say I got pretty badly reamed here. I had Skinks in my face from day one, and a combination of some pretty awful rolling and idiot play on my part, as well as having half my team in the dug-out for a long time, lent to my defeat. The moral of this story is; Kill the Skinks first.”
“"We're joined here, live, at the aftermatch interview from the big game today, with the Xephuotl Che team and the Eornin Redwings!
So, Ciuxyayix, what do you reckon were the primary strongpoints of your match...today."
"Well, Carol, I'd like to thank the fans for their support, and the team for their work. All who fail shall be sacrificed! Glory to the Old Ones!"
"Yes, but, the match, if you please."
"Ah, yes, the match. Well, Ixuotlapacht made his usual dazzling performance, we've now managed to get him to stop eating skinks that are carrying the ball, which we are very proud of. Er, the dodging skills of our team have been made up for since last match, and the current players have had the fear of death-- I mean, have had the firmest of _training_, put in them since the last match."
"And what of the new sign up...the Saurus Yuetaymh?"
"We are proud to have him and his brother on board, they shall reap many scalps-- I mean, _victories_, for our team as well."
"Well, thank you Ciuxyayix. An excellent game, then, for...the Xephuotl Che."
"Look. The skink carries the ball. You DON'T hit him. The elf carries the ball. You DO hit him."
"Ai hits the ee-uhlf wit' the ball? *confused look*"
"NO! *sound of breaking wood* You hit the elf, not the ball!"
[ Ixuotlapacht being taught the finer points of tackling by his team-mate Yunuhoul, now a two-by-four down. ]”
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"No really, its nothing to do with us. Like a group of grey scaled, addle minded jungle vermin could really beat us if they didn't have the might of the dread lords guiding their hand? Lets be serious here. "
"There has been some commentary on the performance of our Thrower in this match, who seemed unable to pick up or accurately throw the ball at any time. Let me just stress that our Rehabilitation Coaches are explaining the problems with his performance right now, and we're confident the majority of the burns will have healed by the time our next game comes around."
- Assistant Apologist for the Eornin Red Wings
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I think its safe to say I got pretty badly reamed here. I had Skinks in my face from day one, and a combination of some pretty awful rolling and idiot play on my part, as well as having half my team in the dug-out for a long time, lent to my defeat. The moral of this story is; Kill the Skinks first.”