“When the WSSJP ran onto the pitch this day, it was with their usual manic happiness and joy. A good cheer bordering on the creepy radiated from their smiling faces, and shone in their big, blue, happy eyes.

But today was not a joyous occasion. No sir - not at all. Especially not for Happy Crush the blitzer. The spring in his step was no other than any other day, his smile as dazzling as ever - no indications, no omens or warnings, but this should be his last day on this earth, his last game, his final ball possesion.

The match did not go well for the WSSJP overall. Bad luck followed them, and soon they were badly outnumbered. But it wasn't until late in the second half that total disaster struck: Even on the spectator rows way in back the hideous *squelch* was heard, as Heppy Crush sprinted in for a ball capture, and was blocked by a dwarf. Vile, wicked hatred shone in the beady eyes, hardly glimpsed through a mess of hair, dinnerleavings and gritted teeth. Equal measures of insanity and bloodlust splurted from his lips as he cried out in a fevered voice. And he plunged his mailed fist into the smiling and incomprehending face of Happy Crush, until the field was soaked in blood, and poor, poor Happy Crush lay quite still.

We still achieved a tie. So there ya have it! :p”