Nurglings are playing in their tent after the match:

Ini: Yay! We won against those scary scarecrows! It was amazing!

Mini: Yeah! We played lots of pranks! Who would have thought it would help us in the game?

Ini: The best part was when Mani squashed that huge Pumpkin-Headed Man. Hahaha!

Mani: Yeah! you should see the faces of those scarecrows! We pull out so many great pranks this day!

Poo: And when the mean referee finally caught Mani while he was pulling a prank, but our caretaker gave him a bag, and the referee changed his mind! I wonder what was in those bag.

Mani: Propably Candys!

Ini: The opponents were so disgusted by us, but we were so clever! Mr. Andy even score a point!

Mani: You know what? Poo took a nap during the game! Such a sleepyhead!

Poo: Thats not true!

Mini: The juggler couldn't throw well today, but he caught that guy with the ball brilliantly!

Poo: and one of his stinki bombs cauch mr Tom on fire! That was so funny!

Ini: But I heard I won't play in the next match... It makes me sad.

Poo: A big guy yelled at me to give him the ball. But I didn't want to because he looked so scary! But Tom yelled at me to giveit to him so he can score... i wanna score.. i Wanna by like Andy!

Mani: And the mean referee kicked out our juggler for those stinky bombs. That's not fair!

In the hidden corners of the old tavern, a suffocating scent of plague and decay lingered, emanating from the Nurgle cultists. The dark and damp walls were adorned with strange symbols, and the dim light of candles illuminated the gathered tables tucked away in the shadows. Amidst this grim scenery, three figures sat at one of the wooden tables. Their presence evoked unease among the other patrons, who kept their distance, sensing the ominous aura surrounding them.

One of the men, distinguished by his scarlet cloak and rotting hat, picked up an apple from a basket on the table. As soon as he touched the fruit, it began to rot and decompose, filling the tavern with a putrid stench. Undeterred by the sight, the second man caught a fly, which he promptly bit into and washed down with his drink, ignoring the looks of disgust from the other guests.

Andy: (holding the rotting apple) Oh, look what I've found! The perfect apple for our purposes. Soon, it will awaken with true life!

Andre: (catching a fly and dropping it into his goblet) Haha, just look at this, our little dancing fly! It will be another element of our performance. Let people wonder how we do it!

Guts: (laughing and tossing a ball of decay between his hands) All for the art, gentlemen! Plague, decay, these are our elements. Let everyone question our methods!


Andy: Hey, guys! What a game, what a victory! We sure showed those giants who's boss!

Andre: You betcha, Andy! We crushed 'em! 0:2 for our team!

Guts: Haha, not too shabby, fellas! But lemme tell ya, the best part was when our boss, Tom, scored both touchdowns! That guy's unstoppable!

Andy: But lemme tell ya, I was itching to score some points too! That was supposed to be my job, after all.

Andre: Those giants gave us a real beating, no doubt about it. Some of our teammates barely made it through. But ya know what was somethin' else? Tom runnin' like crazy with the ball, bein' chased by those giants! We were all cheerin' him on from the bench, and he kept runnin' like a true champ. Hilarious, I tell ya!

Guts: Haha, yeah, Tom looked like a crazed rabbit out there! I bet he had a blast. As for me, fellas, my juggling skills were on fire today! I was untouchable, not a single giant stood a chance!

Andy: Man, Guts, your juggling was somethin' else! I gotta hand it to ya, you really know how to impress.

Andre: But let me tell ya, one of them giants couldn't handle Guts's showmanship anymore. He just couldn't take it and knocked him out of the stadium with one mighty punch. Talk about a showstopper!

Guts: Haha, well, I may have pushed him too far, but it was worth it! What a game, guys. Now it's time to celebrate our well-deserved victory!

Andy: Alright, boys, grab a drink! Beers for the winners! Here's to our team and the incredible victory!

Andre: And a toast to Tom, our fearless leader! Long live Tom!

Guts: Haha, let's drink to that, fellas! Cheers to our skills, the fun we had, and the future victories waitin' for us!

(The three individuals raise their mugs and continue their conversation about the team's upcoming adventures and successes. While the other guests kept their distance, the men reveled in their macabre experiments, preparing for their next spectacular performances in the name of Nurgle.)

Alberto Rottino: My dear Bob Fungson, did you partake in the recent spectacle that was the Circus Nurglimus? By Jove, it was an astonishing display of acrobatic prowess!

Bob Fungson: Aye, Alberto, I did! 'Twas a sight to behold, it was! Them acrobats, they flew through the air like birds, they did!

Alberto Rottino: Indeed! Their aerial artistry is unparalleled, a true marvel for the eyes. I must admit, I've been following the Circus Nurglimus for quite some time now, and they never fail to amaze.

Bob Fungson: Aye, that they do! I've seen 'em twist and turn and do all sorts of tricks, but last night, I was a tad disappointed.

Alberto Rottino: Oh, really? Pray tell, what was amiss?

Bob Fungson: Well, ye know them big, strong lizards from the guest team? They looked like they could crush mountains, but on the field, they were as feeble as a newborn lamb!

Alberto Rottino: (chuckles) Oh, dear! I dare say the Circus Nurglimus outshone them once again with their audacious performances.

Bob Fungson: That's the truth! And speaking of surprises, did ye notice Andi's performance? Normally, he's a star on the field, but last night, he was strugglin' like a fish outta water.

Alberto Rottino: Indeed, I did! Andi's usually swift and nimble, but it seemed as if his feet were weighed down by a ton of bricks. A most peculiar sight, I must say.

Bob Fungson: Aye, aye, it was. But let's not be too harsh on him, eh? Every performer has their off days, I reckon.

Alberto Rottino: You're right, my good fellow. Such matters happen to the best of us. I'm certain Andi shall rise above this setback in the next match.

Bob Fungson: (nodding) I hope so. The Circus Nurglimus wouldn't be the same without Andi's daring touchdowns.

Alberto Rottino: Indeed, his prowess is an integral part of our circus's charm. But, Bob, let me share a curious tidbit I heard from a well-informed source.

Bob Fungson: Pray, tell me, Alberto!

Alberto Rottino: It appears that one of the female players from the guest team was so enchanted by the Circus Nurglimus that she's decided to join our troupe! What splendid news!

Bob Fungson: By the stars! That's amazin'! You've just made my day, Alberto. Our circus is gettin' better and better!

Alberto Rottino: Indeed, my dear friend. I can already imagine the wonders she'll bring to our performances. The Circus Nurglimus shall continue to astonish and delight!

Bob Fungson: Aye, that it will! Let's spread the word far and wide, so all may witness the greatness of our circus.

Alberto Rottino: Hear, hear! Long live the Circus Nurglimus and the extraordinary talents that grace its stage! May it shine brighter with each passing day!

Bob Fungson: You said it, Alberto! Here's to the Circus Nurglimus and all its splendid performers! May their fame and success know no bounds!

"I've never been in Lustria before, and by the twisted tendrils of Chaos, I never want to feel this heat again. It's as if the sun itself has taken a personal vendetta against us, scorching everything in its path. These jungles are a furnace, and the air is so thick with humidity you could cut it with a dagger. And let's not even talk about those incessant mosquitos. I swear, only someone with scales thicker than my patience could remain unbothered by these miniature tormentors.

Our match began right at noon, when the sun was at its most merciless peak. Of course, that's when our acrobats despise performing the most – the sun's glare and the heat mercilessly punishing their every daring twist and turn. And then there's Andy, bless his soul. He has a penchant for losing that ball, but today, I couldn't even blame him. Those Lizard things – skinks, I think they're called – they had us chasing that ball like headless chickens. It was like playing Blood Bowl with a frenzied swarm of bees.

You won't believe the spectacle they pulled off – skinks leaping and ricocheting off each other, the ball flying in every direction. One of them even managed to pirouette mid-air and kick it away just as we thought we had a clear shot. I must admit, it was... impressive. Maybe we should consider recruiting one of those critters, they could give our own acrobats a run for their money.

Surprisingly, the sun became our unlikely ally. Our 'distinctive' aroma, as you so delicately put it, seemed to grow even more potent in this heat. Our opponents' reptilian noses weren't built for this kind of olfactory assault, and I swear I saw a few of them gagging. If only we could weaponize this stench, we'd be unstoppable.

But then there's Andy, bless his wobbly feet. I can't stress enough how crucial it is for him to keep that ball in hand. Jerry, the brute, has managed to score three touchdowns, and even I, in my ripe age, have two under my belt from that one match against the giants. Meanwhile, Andy, with his nimble acrobatics, struggles to hold onto the damn thing.

Our only shot at points involved a perilous acrobatic maneuver, but one of our clowns, bless his painted heart, bungled it. I blame the sun and those infernal flies. I'm all for insects, but this is sheer madness. Our opponents seized the opportunity, and just as we were trying to lift Andy off the ground, they cried out '1:0 for the Lizards!' How they pulled that off, I'll never know.

On the brighter side, our explosive surprise worked like a charm. Guts tossed a bomb that Jerry snatched and hurled straight into the unsuspecting horde. The sight of Lizards being flung into the air was almost poetic.

Don't get me wrong, I love the laughter from the crowd during our performances, but when they start chuckling at a 0:2 score against us, well, it's not exactly morale-boosting. Time's on our side still, but Andy, bless his perpetually tripping feet, is making every second count... or not, as the case may be.

Master of Ceremonies, Tom

At the bottom of the page, one can discern hastily scrawled words.

TOM FORGOT TO ADD TH' FACT 'AT HE HAD TH' BALL RIGHT THERE, BUT INSTEAD O' SCORIN' A POINT, HE DECIDED T' WAIT A BIT LONGER, AN' THEN THEM SKINKS CIRCLED 'IM AN' DOWN HE WENT!!!! HAHAHA!!!

Guts: (with a slightly nervous smile) "Oh Andy, did Tom summon you for a chat after the match too?"

Andy: (with anger in his voice) "Yes, Guts. You pulled your bomb pranks again, didn't you? You have no idea what trouble that caused."

Guts: (a bit flustered) "Well, Andy, it was supposed to be just some fun. I didn't expect it to end like this."

Andy: (growing increasingly frustrated) "Fun? Fun?! Tom hired me to pick up the ball, score points, not for you to blow up the entire field and... bomb us!"

Guts: (trying to defend himself) "But they weren't ordinary bombs; they were, um, explosive surprises! The audience loved it."

Andy: (still annoyed) "I hope you'll think twice about your actions. Tom is furious, and I don't want our team to suffer because of your pranks."

Guts: (getting defensive) "Furious with me? Who was supposed to pick up the balls, my dear 'fastest attraction'? Seems like everyone is always on my case... I'm tired of these jabs. We scored two tries, and who made them? Conrad and Urcel. Urcel! He can't even bend down to tie his shoelaces! I don't know how he managed that, and Conrad has the reflexes of a chess player!"

Andy: (exasperated) "Can you all just leave me alone? It's always 'Andy this' and 'Andy that.' We scored two tries, and who made them? Conrad and Urcel. Urcel! He can't even bend down to tie his shoelaces! I don't know how he managed that, and Conrad has the reflexes of a chess player!"

Guts: (shrugging) "The important thing is that we won... But, Andy, tell me, how did those balls keep magically flying in your direction the whole time?"

Andy: (pretending not to know) "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Guts: "That's why you needed those magnets! During the break, you slipped them under the ball! It's not normal for a ball knocked out of bounds to fly across the entire field straight into your hands."

Andy: (losing his temper) "FINE, YOU GOT ME! I USED MAGNETS! SO WHAT! I'M SICK OF YOU GUYS ALWAYS NAGGING ME ABOUT NOT SCORING TRIES!"

Guts: (surprised) "Tom? When did you come in?"

Tom: "I've been here all along. Listen, maybe none of you did what you were hired for. But the most important thing is that we won. We're in third place in the standings, and we're advancing from the group stage."

Andy: "That's good, isn't it?"

Tom: "Of course, it is. But you all need to realize that the fun and games are over now. From this point on, I expect each of you to do your job... UNDERSTAND? Now, go celebrate."