“From Lord Catatonia's Codex of Dread Horror....
"...for many the sight of the waking dead is one to bring discomfiture, but to denizens of the chaos realm such things are commonplace. It is perhaps for this reason that our beastlymen were unruffled by the rotting cadavers swivelling across the pitch as the match started and perhaps also the reason that we fought our best match ever [at time of writing], even scoring a touchdown and holding the deathly foe to a draw right until the last few grains of sand cascaded through the matchglass. But in the end, we were punished for our complacency, we had rested upon our laurels too much and ridden our luck. But the chaos gods cherish neither the lucky or the misfortunate, and we were cast upon the wheels of fate. Even I, hit upon the head by the severed arm of one of the corpses wielded by another, was unable to sway the result as the match drew its last breath. One of our goats has its hoof cloven for the next match. I have called another chaos brethren to our side, with his help maybe we can break this hideous cycle of order..."”