<center><b>Game 1 </b>- After extensive brawling on and off the field during the first half, Orcalot's first game was hotting up. He could feel the waagh in him, the crimson spilt and the smell of sweat in the air had gotten his own blood up. <b>"Waaaagh"</b> he screamed, as he charged the nearest high elf lineman. <b>"Aaaagh"</b> he shouted as he tripped over his own feet and fell flat on his face. Well, what would have been left of his face had he not nearly decapitated himself. His team shocked, they immediately called in an air taxi to take Orcalot to the nearest shaman village. There, the witchdoctors made their way by performimg healing rituals on the injured <i>(although the price was a discount for Orcalot. Hed done them a favor last summer involving a wood elf maiden and <b>ALOT</b> of sacrifical silverwear.) </i>Now fit and ready to brawl again, <i>(though missing a large portion of his neck and head)</i> Orcalot is back and looking for trouble.