“Studying this holy text has given us a better idea of what this hellpit is about, it's a sport. Rather than forcing our billious unctions upon the ignorant who flee in fear, we instead are expected to do battle with groups matched to be our equals. And not only are we meant to chase after foes fleeing, but at times we are intended to run from them to a area declared off limits for additional violence. Confusing.

Fortunately Brother Wazy Wroth quickly divined an aspect of the game, snatching the leathern orb from a stunty foe and fleeing with it to grass section of the pitch belonging to the enemy. With the great celebration that occurred upon his stepping foot beyond the last chalked line, we realized that this has much to do with the Third and Fifteenth Psalms in the Book of Woe, King's Revised Edition.

Armed with this knowledge, we managed to hold our own against the horde of barking dwarves despite their pugnacious nature and general intent to do us mischief at every turn. Indeed, the bare chested ones threw themselves at our poor Beast repeatedly until he pinned one under his great paw and gave it over to Nurgle. Now Acolyte Kraka sits mumbling the catechism with us in our dismal "locker room", no doubt called such as we are locked inside - doomed in the dark.”