“Skitterkill took to his first match with a proud glint in his eye. Victory would be his, or so he thought.Smallman's mighty NOrse had other plans it seemed. Still, Skitterkill thought nothing of it. The onset of the game looked promising, Dket's fancy footwork left him with a mouth full of grass, but the greenskin could hardly be blamed, coming from the background it had. However, the Norsmen took an unimaginitive turn and thought that the rats would look better on the ground, silly barbarians Didn't know what they had gotten themselves into! They pushed, and sure enough Skitterkill's Rats fell, but with every shove the Norsemen pushed themselves further and furthere away from the ball. The opening was there and so the GutRippers took it! Dropfang rushed forwards, only to loose it, but Shatterskull prevailed where Dropfang hadn't and took the ball to the very end. The first score was his, Skitterfang felt optimisim seep over him.

What should have hit him then, (other than the abuse from the crowd) was that the Greenskins were not built for fights, and even though they were smelly, small and stupid, they made for good fodder, and being two bodies down was never a good start. The Norsemen piled in at the start of the drive, lookin to take down more of the greenskins and managed to leave no 'man' standing, They had done it again, The Rats capitalised, rushing past the Melee and towards the ball that remaind untouched. Skitterkill could practically taste the victory already. The Norsemen, with nothing left to beat, decided that the rats were a juicy target, and quickly moved their attention towards the invading players. Damn those greenskins, if they had lasted just a minuite more the drive would have been his! At some point during the ensuing battle a Norseman by the name of Charles remembered the ball and took it towards the endzone before the Ref's Whistle. Back to square one, allbeit with the edges thoroughly doggeared. But wait! What's this? Dropfang Redems himself! Flinging himself in the way of the oncomming ballcarrier and takes the ball from his hands! Unfortunatels, he is unable to keep it in his, but still, the drive was safe.

Half time is where it fell to peices SKitterkill's perfectly laid plans would be for naught if his players wouldn't stay awake, and the way the barbarians were going, they looked to tear through the entire team at least twice. And tear they did, smashing Dropfang's colloar bone and scoring a further two touchdowns! The day was lost, as was Skitterkill's pride. His plans, so foolproof? How could he let his underlings undermine his efforts so? At least Dropfang got his punishment...

Thanks for the game man, I know I must have been hard to put up with (First game in a while) But it was a pleasure playing against you!”