“Coach Honkie and the KFC's second ranked Lybaras Sand Pounders' caravan headed deep into the Ka-Sabar desert to face the third ranked Bedouin for a late evening game. Following the league officials decision to come to their senses and properly allocate a forfeit in a past match, the Pounders were in high spirits, despite the rapidly dropping temperatures. The breath of their few living staff and slaves hung in the air like souls departing their host. The players and their long dead frames did not notice.

As they dismounted from their team travel wagon and began to practice, they caught sight of the Bedouin players staying huddled near fires in their dugout, away from the frost covered sand of the pitch, now more like an icy concrete. Honkie and him team chuckled, "We can understand the weak ghouls being cold, but those others hanging near the fire like they are on their mother's apron strings are shameful." Coach WhatBall just smiled politely, quite aware of what he was doing. Those not accustomed to the deep desert nights could not know how brittle bones, dead for centuries and bleached by the hot sun, could become in the frigid night air. This was going to be an education in ways of the deep desert the coach thought.

The Bedouins won the toss and elected to receive. They immediately went after the skeleton linemen, stunning them all. Then Meh stepped up and delivered a boot to the face of Momo Qaddafi so brutal it completely shattered his skull. He was dead, and beyond hope of any recovery. Unfortunately the referee, who was new to the KPL ways, disapproved, and banned Meh. The very next turn Liit Steppah went to work on another skeleton, badly hurting him, but also getting ejected in the process. The fans reigned boos of disapproval for the ban.

Meanwhile, Hutz Wyrmmeater had safely secured the ball from the backfield and gotten into cover, allowing the rest of the team to really work over the Sand Pounders. Ansur al Dethwahk, the rookie mummy who had done absolutely nothing in six games had been warned by the coach to up his game or he was gone after the match. It worked. He hit rising star Khaled Mashaalbanana (+AG skellie) so hard his fist went through his skull. While the team doctors and morticians were wildly trying to piece his cranium back together, Dethwahk took down two Tomb Guardians on the next two plays, seriously injuring both of them. The crowd was going wild and coach Honkie was yelling at his slaves to start a fire, a massive roaring blaze of a fire. They even threw the dead skeleton on for good measure to warm up the remaining team's old bones. With the Pounders depleted, Hutz Wyrmmeater walked the ball in. On the ensuing kick off the Pounders linemen couldn't even out the disparity in numbers any more and it went to half time 1-0 with the Bedouins up two players.

The second half the Pounders received, but found themselves instantly under pressure as the Bedouin blitzed them. They made a desparate attempt to move to safety, but a failed block left the ball carrier vulnerable, and soon the ball was in the hands of the speedy Merhth al Forgeth. The Pounders were out-numbered and badly beaten up at this point. They could do nothing but stay down and pray the hits stopped as Forgeth high-stepped it lazily into the end zone to end the game.

Final score 2-0 for the Bedouin.



Thanks to Honkie for the game. The dice for my casualty rolls were very favourable.”