“Diane, it's 8:36 PM on Saturday, Jan 24, and I've just completed a game against some of Bob's dark children. These were some of the foulest, dirtiest, most rotten denizens of the deep, dark woods around Twin Peaks I've encountered yet. Fortunately these dark elves were not blessed by Khaine like the last batch. I was able to score two TDs, though the 2nd one we had a little trouble transferring the ball. I called on Albert's team early in the match to keep Sheriff Truman around. It worked, but he got blindsided later on by some jerk screaming, 'Lights out, Mr. Monkeywrench!' <sigh> It would be nice to field a full squad just once, but a win is a win. I think I've earned an extra jelly donut for this one.

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

Medical Report: As I mentioned, I asked Albert to patch Harry up when he took a suckerpunch 1-die POW early in the match. Since it was only BH, I knew Albert's team could handle it. The second injury was a boot aimed at his head. Fortunately, it only hurt his arm.

Financial Report: No inducements, but I did reroll the money and got an improvement.”