“The charioteers struggled the first half and could barely advance the ball. The power of marauder was blessed, and Hellbound fell by the dozen! (well, more like three...but dozen shall be what the minstrels will sing)

But all was not lost. The amazing catch from their skaven made it look grim, but as he approached the endzone....a strange sickness washed over him...he wouldn't cross it,...it's as if he was...allergic to touchdowns!

And so he fell! HARD!

and the men of doom swelled with STRENGTH AND MIGHT! their hands became hammers! Their laugh, like thunder! And their grip like steel! The pact were thrown off the field...literally by the sweeping hands of Hellbound!

oh the humanity!

Hail to Ulric who passes to Trail of Flames...and the game was over...victory!

The charioteers pick up a new quarterback and rocknroll to the next town!”