“Nothing went right in this game except injury rolls. Nothing. We got a great handicap roll, Running Late, and even got to receive, but then the kick off went pear shaped and we conceded a TD in 3 turns. So we receive again, but that goes up shit creek too, and we let another one through. And all through this horrible collection of rolls we maimed and killed and ruptured and slaughtered like there wasn't actually a ball, and that death was THE point, not winning. And for some reason the fans loved it.
In the second half we got them down to 5 Orcs and still we could do nothing right. One of the Black Orcs continued to dodge away and blitz whoever was holding the ball. A Black Orc dodging?!? What the hell?
Eventually we managed to put enough of them on their arses long enough for Óin to pick up and score, but too late to achieve anything other than restored pride (of a sort).

So another strange match to add to the collection of strange experiences that Dig Dug have picked up on their long and winding journey of death, gore and cheap Dwarven hookers. And Beer. And Fame. Oh, and arthritis, ripped tendons, fractured bones and periodic lapses in memory.

Aaaaaanyway. I'm sure Gork will be proud of his friends for such a sterling job, and I hope that he's not too pissed that i killed and injured so many of them. Whoever he is.

Player of the game: Fadhras got an interception and a casualty. Which was nice.”