Rogmesh was getting old. That last game he had taken a pounding, and he could feel it the next day. Oh well, nothing that a little Coal Butte Shine couldn't fix. Maybe that was what Doc Sawbones had given him after that hit by Bennet Ramrod. He wasn't for sure, his memory was a bit fuzzy at that point. The last thing he remembered was jumping over Shredder on Roids, dodging past Bennet Ramrod IV and then rushing twice for a sweet highlight reel TD.

But what Rogmesh was totally sure of was that he was a Bad Dude! He words carried real weight - a storyslinger! Last time he had retold the story of the Cheer Book caper and as a result, Coach Joey had trained Shredder on Roids to tackle the little guy. Poor Bashnag Ogrefield. Must have been scary for the little Gobo with that monster out trying to headhunt (Murder) him.

Coach Joey had even went as far in the post-game conference to compliment Rogmesh by saying, and I quote; "A player with that skill spread should be no where near that efficient." High praise indeed of Rogmeshs' ability to wax poetic. Rogmesh nodded to himself, yes, from a deep tradition of Orcish storytelling, to his command of language, to his rythym'n and spell'n, it was indeed an efficient skill spread.

Later in the press conference he even used the word "Abomination". Rogmesh didn't exactly know what that word meant, but he could use his skills as a wordsmith to figure it out. First step was to break it down into its' root words. "A Bom', of course was Latin for 'A Bomb'. Translating that into Orcish, you changed the 'A' for a "Da'. So it translated into 'DA BOMB'! Now the last part of the word 'ination' obviously had the word 'Nation' in it. 'Nation Wide Baby! So putting it all together - Da BOMB, Nation Wide! Rogmesh smiled that he was cleaver enough to figure that out. Not only could he count to four, he was a world class linguist.

But Joey was not through praising Rogmesh. "...surpass Mega Star..." Well there were no bigger stars in the Blood Bowl media than Jim Johnson and Bob Bifford. True legends of reporting. And now Joey was placing Rogmesh in that vaulted Pantheon of journalist greatness. (Apparently taking words out of context was also an effective skill.)

Rogmesh took a last drink of medicinal shine to ease the soreness as he stumbled off the Coal Butte. ”