“It all looked so good. The war dancer had been bypassed. All the wolf had to do was score, more or less - albeit a few plucky woodelves were dicing with death being near the side.
"What's that? Bloody wasp. Get off *swat* go away *swish* ow! That hurt."
Coach Chainsaw's gesticulations whilst dealing with his off field issue sent the Pig Sty Alley players in the wrong directions! A rookie zombie needed to shove off an elf to make the space to escape the self inflicted mess. Well, of course it knocked itself down - it's a rookie zombie! The coat was sent to sign autographs and that pretty much won the game for the Forest Fools.”
"What's that? Bloody wasp. Get off *swat* go away *swish* ow! That hurt."
Coach Chainsaw's gesticulations whilst dealing with his off field issue sent the Pig Sty Alley players in the wrong directions! A rookie zombie needed to shove off an elf to make the space to escape the self inflicted mess. Well, of course it knocked itself down - it's a rookie zombie! The coat was sent to sign autographs and that pretty much won the game for the Forest Fools.”