“The sorrow of losing their home proved too much for them, they sort death with a new desperation, heading back towards the chaos wastelands to the north.

A team waited for them, mutated beyond the realms of any normal players by the corrupting force all around them. They took to the field with claws gleaming in the sunlight, and the team rejoiced, there prayers filled with a new passion. Here was a foe worthy of dying for.

The game started and the zombies quickly attacked a massive troll, hoping to enrage the beast, but instead it was carried from the pitch senseless. The strange goat-like beings took great offense as there symbol was removed, and lashed out at the wolf, he was to take no further part in the game.

And so it continued, blows raining down upon the teams, a battle field blessed with blood. It was late in the game when Ceppoz was granted eternal rest, he stood defiantly as a warrior dressed in massive armour, charged into him, he virtually exploded, but still his cries of elation could be heard even as his breathless lips turned blue. The team cheered his passing, but still were jealous that one of them could pass so quickly, whilst others seem to be cursed with a wait of years.

And so after the game the began training harder, determined to find a way to meet their destinies soon.”