“Well, the game was what one could expect between Dark Elves and Goblins. Der Green Tide chose to kick and Future Legend responded with a three turn touchdown. They would repeatedly attack the Gobbos putting everyone on the line. This proved troublesome for the little guys and they tried sending receivers up the left and right sides of the field. This strategy worked once out of three attempts which wasn't the fault of the plan but more of its execution. Fumbled pickups and bad blocks ended the Goblins turns early and the Legends capitalize by stealing the ball and scoring defensive touchdowns. More interestingly the conversation after the match between Coach Nathaniel "Wishmaster" Knyte and the Great Gobbo.

"I iz gunna av a wurd wiv santa bout yew," said the Great Gobbo.
"Ee iz a mate an i iz gunna mek sure yew dunt get any pressies."

The Wishmaster frowned in response.

"Too late ter start cryin now, I warned yer free timez," continued the Great Gobbo.

Ignoring the Great Gobbo, the Wishmaster replied, "Good luck with your team, Gobbo."

"Wot teem yew killed it!" exclaimed the Great Gobbo.

"The last guy was a rookie and expendable," stated the Wishmaster.

"MVP rookie!" growled the Great Gobbo. "An its all yor falt!" "Santa iz skippin yor ouse matey!"

"The Dark Elves will hunt him down instead," replied the Wishmaster.

"Only a dark elf wud rob santa," stated the Great Gobbo.

"We would rob, slay and enslave all Elves that work for him."

"Dat iz der evilist fing i az evva erd!"

"Serves him right if he doesn't give us what we deserve. Lots of presents, slaves preferably."

"Yew deserve a kikk in der nakkers after wot yew just did ter me teem."

"We get beat up by Khemri and take it out on your Gobbo team. We're higher in the food chain."

"We wuz gunna av der teem xmas party tonite. Karnt now dey iz all in ospital."

"Well, you're gonna have to hold it in the hospital."

"Wot let a bunch o drunk gobbos neer me teem medicinal toads! No chance, dey iz my toadz."

"No alcohol, only female Gobbos. It's good for the humors. They'll be back on their feet in no time."

"But i az alreddy dekorated me kave. Wiv twinkly lites an everyfin."

"Invite Future Legend to your cave."

"No way, yew iz barred fer life!"

"C'mon."

"No, yew iz noorty people."

"We leave all the hate on the field.. (sometimes)."

"Yew wud nikk me stuff dat i myself obtained legally."

"Only if you leave it laying around for us to take."

"Its my kave its ment ter be left tyin around else wotz der point of ownin stuff?!"

The Wishmaster laughed in response.

"Rite i iz off ter rite ter Santa. An yew iz gunna be on der noorty list fer life!" the Great Gobbo said as he stomped off.

"Tell him what I said!" warned the Wishmaster to the departing figure of the Goblin Coach.



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Good game, The_Great_Gobbo!! Thanks for the match, mate!! It was a pleasure as usual. Rematch sometime if you want.




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