“FC Round 3!

Handicap was Bad Press (?), or something similar. Never mattered.
Tom Waits III and Emperor Palpatine niggled out!

Neither team bought any stars or wizards, Nafets opted for an additional Reroll instead, so I felt the need to save cash, something I'd regret for quite a few turns.


Hangover were on defence in the first drive. We did our thing, messing about and complaining about head aches. The Empire was disiplined and efficient, and even though they only stood 11 strong at the start of the game, they still stood 11 strong at the start of 2:nd half, and had made sure the score stood 1-0. Bon Scott V was seriously cut by the sharp claws, but our apot managed to stich him up sufficiently to play on.

During the halftime break Bob Hawke IV ran about serving super-coffee to all the players, quite a few of them adding a little something "extra" to cure the pains of last days drinking.

2:nd half. Orc time!
At the start, the coffee had yet to kick in, and we started off by baning our heads on chaos fists. Still the ball was secure in a cage, and minimal blocks allowed. Messy bash ensued, in part around that "cage", and in part on the other side of the pitch, for some inexplicable reason.

Eventually, the boys sobered up, and started knocking out some players. Also the more agile players started doing their thing, eventhough it was sloppy work. In the end, Judy Garland caught the ball in t7, thought long and hard, and gave it away to Dylan Thomas II, who scored in t8. We also managed to hurt the agile monstrosity that is Daala in such a fascion that no chaos healing could fix "it."

OT!
We had one reroll, The Empire 0. We defeded, so it was really up to the dice, although we at this point where 11 vs 8.
The Empire went for it, and with a bit more luck would have scored for a shot at cointoss. Alas it was not to be, and we could (more or less) safely stall out the half.


GG Nafets! I regreted my lack of wiz so many times :D
See ya around for a rematch!”