“Another fatality for the Disgusting Things! My "let's see how I like Rotters" experiment is turning out abysmally, as I pull off a tie through only by distracting Valen with the screams and moans of a field littered with bodies.

Seriously, though. Playing up 33 TR against an ogre team? Just stupid. I volunteered for it. As sort of an experiment. Then I saw a wall of 7 ogres waiting for me after my kickoff and I sort of spazzed out. The rest of the game consisted of me backpedaling, running away, avoiding ogres, and failing dodges. It was fun in a "I'm being hunted by the Mafia" sort of way.

So... fan factor diminishes once again, and Old Vomit is committed to the sacred soil of the BB pitch.

Heads are bowed, a tear is shed and the Beast of Nurgle turns its misshapen head up towards the gathering storm clouds and howls its displeasure, having lost another friend. You woudn't think it, but they're very sentimental.

Thanks for a fun game Valen! ”