“They left the desert far behind, heading for more civilized area's, in a desperate hope to find something worth living for. They came to a small town, the local people pointed and cheered, knowing today would be another day filled with blood, to mask their otherwise dull lives.

The play began, still th gods cursed the undead,, encasing them in armour of light, no protection was given there, but as the players fell injured, praying that this block would be their last thing on this earth, their bones reknitted, torn flesh bound back together. They screamed in frustration, damning every deity that had caused them to walk again.

The crowd yelled in delight as the wolf ran with the ball and scored, yes the crowd had won, but yet again the team felt jaded, as all players left the field unharmed

Another golem made of flesh joined their ranks, lost in his own battle for peace from an unforgiving world.”