“"Me 'ad juz gutten da ball, an' wuz 'eadin' to da endzone, an' den datt squigdung offa ref blowz da pipe, an' itz all over! Me wuz gunna skore! Me swears me wuz!"
- Lurp, upset about the vampires leaving early.

Awww! He leaves when it's starting to look like I might be pulling off quite a smashing victory for the first time.

This game started out with me knocking a few thrall heads, followed by the flawless lobbing of Skratchybutt straight towards the vamps endzone, and a rushing TD in the first turn!

Even though those bloodsuckers seemed quite preoccupied with fumbling the ball, tripping over and draining the juices of their subordinates, they actually managed to get some kind of offensive going a few turns after resieving my kick-off.

Bad fortune rared it's ugly head at the Blood Donuers and their ballcarrier tripped himself up and ended flat in the mud. The rest of the offensive were stopped cold by my ogres. A gobo dodged through the mess, snatched the ball and handed it to Lurp, who was positioned along the LoS. This little bugger in turn started off, like a wild boar after a pack of snotlings, towards the beaconning embrace of the endzone!

Before he could reach it though, the vampires decided to call off the match, since their head coach were suffering from some sort of headache. Probably all that blood he'd been drinking the night before.

Anyhow, this means I've wonn a match for the first time, and it calls for celebrating!

Hope you get well soon, DeSpirit! (Drinking alot of water and rolling up into fetal possition might help.)”