“Damn stunty games are fun. Right off the opening kick off an unruly Troll in the Grandstands throw a jagged bit of his seat and hit the goblin fanatic Nuno Valente right in the temple. The Portugal apothecary ran onto the field to tend to the fanatic, but it was too late.

This was to set the tone for the rest of the game. The two Snotling Pump Wagons decimated the goblin ranks. Once the cheaters found their gas and got their chainsaws going the game looked to even up until Miguel tripped on his bright-colored shoelaces which had come untied somehow (damn snotlings) and he fell on top of his chainsaw with the predictable splash of blood and bone in a good ten foot radius.

Neither side seemed intent on the ball, rather the Snotlings seemed content to be hurled randomly through the air by Troll Bonesmash Razorring and the goblins ran for their lives.

The start of the second half saw the refs get uppity and the cheaters started with three players on the line vs. ten of the snotling team. However they were able to prevent the Expedition from scoring again despite having zero players left on the pitch.

Hope to play you again in stunty taurin, you have the right attitude when it comes to these one-sided gore-fests.”