“ Tales of a Madman



Entry 1 - 19 June 2005

My name is Skorri, and the fact that I'm even writing this is despicable. Why should I bother?

Some great Dwarf Lord told me that writing your thoughts helps "ease the anger and frustration m'lad". Well, here it is for all to see.

We drew our first match, 0-0. What a good start! I chased down the ball carrier when he was in his own half of the field...barely inches from his own endzone. He got away, but I pursued him until he decided to let go of the ball. I didn't want the ball. I don't care about a stupid ball! I wanna bash some heads in!!

One thing I can't understand about the beards on the team is that they seem to worry about the ball a lot, like it's some sort of great treasure. I don't get it, it's like it's a greater treasure than any our fathers, forefathers, and great forefathers have made.

It makes as much sense as chasing a Dragon over a cliff, really.

Oh and Kurgash and Manglor did some bashin' too, so we'll be sharin' the XXXXXXX ale Ungrim brewed up. Those beards deserve a toast!

Why didn't I hurt someone? I was too busy tryin' to chase down the ball carrier - apparently that's what I'm meant to do, get the ball so our team can have it.

Waste of good bashin' time if you ask me.

Skorri”