“The rain was falling........
Rushem wandered onto the pitch witht he rest of the lads and took his place in the line....
"Mork how i hate playing in the rain" he grumbled to himself.....
The kick and the Boys ran forward jumping the offensive drive. The lads quickly smashed there way to the ball and brought down the Rat thrower for good measure giving him a right old wacking.....
"Oh BUGGER!!......"yelled Rushem as he slipped trying to avoid the oncoming Rat Ogre Digest, "What the hells up with my stops!" was his last thought for the game as the Great Rats Fist swung and smacked him in the head..........
"Wha, Wha, what happened, what we doing in the locker room....the games over? what but i missed it!! And i have a splitting headache...cor you mean i have to cook that?......." said Rushem as his eyesight cleared and his cheery team mates pointed to the Great Rat that hung from a hook that strained with the weight . "Sheesh, better get some of the Black Crowes boys down here to help us polish it off, otherwise we gonna be too full for next game...."
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Tough game that one Drokmar. The luck'o'meter shouldna got as high as 62% for ya because it was unfortunate events all round for your team, you played as well as you could but the Borcs were having a great game and Nuffles favour was definitely on me lads tonight...but always remember Nuffle is a fickle old blood god and doesna mind who he gets his sacrifices from and next game it may be my lads turn to please him the other way.......”