“Mjoln strode up out of the Onyx Horde dugout, its single eye flicking back and forth in case more of those black and white humanoids came within range. Immediately after the game a gaggle of them had approached it warily. They had gestured towards the rend in its chest, as if beckoning it to produce something. There was already a copious amount of intestine and bile protruding, and the suppurating boils were about ready to burst with a new concotion of father Nurgle. So Mjoln approached the humaniods, but everytime it went nearer they shuffled backwards quickly. The produced some more noise amongst themselves, and then fled.

Mjoln had then entered the opposition dugout to see if their were any remaining creatures to embrace and gift Nuirgles pox to. Upon exiting it could see the rest of its brood oozing off towards the stadium gates, having picked everything clean already. Mjoln loped off after them, oblivious to the match ball still lodged in the monstrous mouth in its chest...”