“The team went back to the desert, remebering the beating they took last time they visited the cursed place. It didn't take long for a team to issue a challenge to them, they accepted eagerly, anticipating a fine day to leave the heartless world behind.

Taking to the field it was noticed that for once the crowd seemed to be favouring the opposition, this pleased the zombies, hoping that the hostile spectators would help with their demise. Rocks rained down form the start, and the slaughter begun.

Despite frenzied attacks by the wolfs the skeletons held firm, whilst zombies left the field senseless. In one brutal attack Brynt finally tasted true death, he was overjoyed, tears pouring down his face even as his head left his shoulders. The team rejoiced, and made an effort to join him.

But the khemri team seemed to be happy with this level of pain, and eased off. The necromantic team grew angry and tried to proke them with an onslaught of there own. the khemri team exited the pitch at an alarming rate, soon their numbers were too low to stop the wights and zombies pouring forward.

When the game finished fans seemed to be dis-heartned by the lack of death, many were seen leaving vowing not to return

The flesh golems both appear more skilled, maybe this will help them pass on.”