“Did anyone else notice that Valentines Day fell on a full moon. The Hired Hands did. The wolves came out for a bite, and the mortal hitmen had no chance against the savages.

First, the zombies tore into Frank. They were going to tear him limb from limb when HulaMedDula controlled his pack and raised the hired hands kicker to the ranks of the undead. Next was "Lucky". He had been hobbled in an earlier match, and simply could not outrun the fangs of Rene who tore out and ate his still beating heart.

The blitzer Bugsy tried to even the score, but his silver bullet was not quite true. The dog yelped and left with a slug near his spine. A tolken to remember this meal.

Still, as the match came to a close, Lepke made a break for it, only to have an Oompa Loompa tear at his groin. As he fell, the last thing he saw was a swarm above him of gaping jaws. A screech pierced the air, and he too was no more.

At last, the remaining hitmen retired to the lockeroom. This had been their first loss. What a loss it was. Kondor approached the remainder of the team and said nothing. Instead, he placed a pointed at a barrel of silver bullets in the corner. Nothing more needed to be said. Next time they would be wolf hunting foremost, and game winning second.
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Congrats on the game HulaMedDula. I look forward to revenge...err...a rematch. ”