“Jakob Küchenmeister's journal, #11 entry:

Once again my masters take to the Blood Bowl pitch. This time the team is facing a team once known as the Wasteland Dragon, who were transformed into warped beasts of chaos, thanks to a wicked pact with the Lord of Change. We speculated that they probably taste like those great mixed meat sausages, but with flavours of goat and human. They were led by a hideously mutated, bloodthirsty beast.
The game was played in showering rain, making the pitch a swamp.
The beasts kicked of and my masters went to work, knocking the goatmen unconcious left and right. Running Runt collected the ball and we advanced on the right side. Soon the numbers of the beasts were thinning as more and more didn't get up from heavy blows. Their dugout filled up with knocked out players. Close to the end of the half we were confident, that we would score, but one of the beasts was able to get to the Runt and knock the little one down. The ball went into the crowd and the chaos fans threw it to midfield. Our try to make a miracle ogre-to-ogre passing play failed miserably.
At half time most of the sleeping goatmen didn't wake up and and the former Dragons received the ball outnumbered.
Their fast and elfishly agile got got the ball and was aiming for our righ flank, but we could overpower their screening beasts and Morgarr took the ballbearer with a vicious blow. So vicious in fact that his head was separated from it's torso. Their apothecary wizard was able to warp reality, so in a flash his corpse was gone from the field and I was stunned to see him in their dugout, unharmed. After a short scrum the ball landed in the hands of Master Skullchewer. The former Dragons being outnumbered could not slow him down as he ran all the way in for our winning touchdown.
As usual our little helpers had a bad day, being driven into the ground all day. Two of them suffered such grievous injuries that my masters had no choice, but to eat them as a post-game snack.
Once again no new recipes were added.”