“Diane, it's 1:14 PM on Wednesday, January 22, and we've just returned from an trip to the Twin Peaks cemetery. It appears that not all the dead here in this quiet little town are at peace with being dead. Of particular note is a legend named Howie Makepeace who seems to be the instigator behind this disturbance. He also seems to have nuffle as an ally. We just can't seem to go a game without that donkey-huffing b@$t#rd (nuffle, not Howie) making an appearance. Oh well, at least no one died. I managed to score a TD, so I'll be undergoing standard Bureau training to upgrade my field gear. Remind me to tell you how that went.

Dale in room 316, Great Northern Hotel, signing off.

Medical Report: All the CAS against us were Badly Hurts, so I gave Albert and his team the day off.

Financial Report: Locals bribed the refs, which clearly helped the stinky bog-berries more than us. With so few personnel left at the end, it wasn't a matter of not wanting to foul. It was a matter of just not having anyone left at the end of a turn to foul. Also, not being able to put zombies on the ground in the first place. And another horrible winnings result means our budget will probably run out before we can get a full team again.”