“Flingsnake held a mug of Whiskey as he sat atop the coal Butte overlooking the valley. Unreliable narrator you say, Rogmesh declared Hooch as the official beverage last we spoke. Hold on, we'll get there.

Rogmesh stewed over the game, well, not the game, but Coach Fitzs' taunts. Coach Fitz knew Coal Buttes' game plan - Choas, unleash Flingsnake, win game. But Coach Fitz did something unexpected to try and throw Rogmesh off his game, taunting him - 'Run away Rogmesh', 'Go hide Rogmesh', 'Why don't you come out and play Rogmesh?'. Well Rogmesh doee NOT run away nor does he hide! Rogmesh lurks, waiting for his moment to unleash the beast - to strike!

Flingsnake had played games before against this team, Whiskey Chucks' team. But he wasn't around no more. Victim of a lucky hit. Funny thing about this game, there is no plot armor. Death can come at any time. Rogmesh thought back to a game he was watching in the NBFL were T. Love, an average pro Blitzer, outnumbered 11 to 1 and laying on the ground getting kicked in the face just said 'F it!'. He jumped up, shouted "For Glory!" and dodged into the cage and just sent Rosie into the ground. No rhythm or reason in a game that had already been won, just Rosie dead. But that's the breaks in this game. Rogmesh took a sip of whiskey.

The torch had been pasted and now this was Killer Apojar's team. Rogmesh was kicking himself about his play in the first half. The Killer was barreling down the pike toward a score and he had layed Rogmesh out, putting Rogmesh on his ass and into Concussion Protocol for half the game. That was not Rogmesh's best moment. But this team is different from past teams, they were able to tie the score with Rogmesh sniffing epsom salts.

Now Rogmesh was back in the game and on defense and he had a score to settle with the Killer. Rogmesh dropped back, lurking, waiting, watching for his moment. Then it happened, a momentary lack of concentration by the Killer! That was all Rogmesh needed. The Flingsnake was unleashed and Flingsnakes' got to Flingsnake! As Rogmesh picked up the ball from the mangled Snotling he has just tackled, he heard from the opposing sideline a scotch and profanity infused "Stop Flingsnake!"

Killer Apojar, recovering from his momentary lapse of reason was on it, as well as Rumbelow Sheepskin and two other teammates. As Flingsnake was surrounded, the Killer came in for the hit. But once again, the ask was two big.

Killer Apojar has got game. Rogmesh mused as he realized the Killer was just a bigger stronger version of himself. Will he one day fill Whiskey Chucks' cleats? Maybe. Rogmesh raised his mug of George Dickel, "Here's to you Whiskey Chuck."
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