“Gone couldn't believe his luck. All his young goat life he had wanted to play for this team of misfits and warpstone lickers who happend to graze in a field behind his grandfathers house. And now here he was...the UNSEEN had sent him him straight down from the bleachers after a heroic win over the Tide...a team that had embaressed the Crowes last season. Watching JealousGuy kill an Orc on the first play of the game made his horns tingle...watching JealousGuy then get creamed by a Black Orc(also on T 1) sent shivers down his flanks. Gone couldn't be sure...but it felt like SOMETHING had prevented the apoth from helping JG...as if the UNSEEN deemed him unworthy of respite..."must remember to ask about that" he thought to himself. Even more disturbing was the death of last years defensive standout Remedy...whom he was to replace. A grim reminder that even the best can get caught blinside with deadly results. He would have to remember his Grandfathers wise advice..."Kid...Use your head...the GREAT UNSEEN has seen fit to give you horns for a reason...if he had wanted you to stand beside everybody he would have put a footstool on your noggin"
And so with stars in his eyes and hope in his horns Gone slipped into the locker room and met his heros.”