“It was then that the team sort out creatures of the dark, reasoning that they would be closer than any to true death. The rats came and they played, speeding through the undead ranks each time the ball was kicked, straight into the endzone, before anyone could even react.

This angered the crowd, rocks rained down on the rats stunning players time and time again. One storm vermin lurked near the crowd, and a wolf desperate for feeding pushed him in, imediatly the crowd fell upon him, tearing him into tiny pieces.

The crowd then backed away as the rat rose to join the necromantic team, already wishing to leave the world. Everytime the ball was kicked he stood defiently in front of the rat ogre, has former team mate, until at last he put to rest finally, many of the team envied him, his time in the un-death was short, whilst many for of them, it had seemed forever.

The rat ogre also killed one of the wolves, as it stood eating the remains of the vermin, again the team were envious, why should those with no desire to part, leave so early. But the plays continued, the ball being carried repeatedly into the endzone, and the crowd loved it, swelling the ranks of the followers.

It saddened the team to see people enjoying their suffering, whilst some grew more skilled, others just grew tired. So still they pray, and death seems to not be listening”