“Not sure what to say about this one, some cray-zee sh*t went down, to be sure.

Most of the first half was a typical, well formed chaos cage, lumbering downfield as the rats tried to pick at its edges. While unable to wrest free the ball, they did manage to prevent chaos from stalling all half and 'forced' the touchdown early.

This game time for the rats to equalize...though they were, in turn, pressured to score faster which left time enough for a last ditch chaos touchdown. However, Greased Weasel noted a gap in the chaos line, left by their determination to have several beastmen in scoring range for their last turn. He scampered through for a -2d Strip Ball blitz action on the ball carrier...only to get POW POW! Down he went! However, the ball landed in the waiting hands of the nearby chaos warrior...leaving Greased Weasel alone to attempt and hold him at bay.

The chaos warrior turned to juke around the small ratling, but Greased Weasel was faster, tripping up the armored giant, and even nudging the loose ball a bit closer to the end zone. Seeing his chance, he dodged away from the beastman he had taken down a moment earlier, scooped up the ball, and sprinted full speed, corssing the end zone a split second before the timer blew, for 2-1 at the half!

Now receiving, things quickly went wrong for the rats, and their cage was enveloped completely. Greased Weasel again charged at a chaos warrior, the ball held tightly in his little paws...only to be cold cocked and knocked out completely, the ball bouncing free.

Chaos recovered, but a desperation play knocked the ball free, bouncing onto the waiting Sewer Rocket. However, he too went down a moment later, and chaos recovered. Running out of rats, RatBox again desperation blitzed the rookie beastman with the ball, this time taking him down! Cringe broke free of the beastman next to him and grabbed the ball, handing off to Greased Lightning (despite him standing next to an angry troll).

Greased Lightning bit the dust shortly thereafter, with the ball flying loose into the stands. The fans threw it back in mid pitch, in easy reach of the last rookie beastman. However, he inexperience showed, and he baubled the pickup, with the ball landing behind him.

Realizing it was their last chance, Sewer Rocket leapt to his feet, grabbed the ball from the pitch at the beastman's feet, and sprinted towards the chaos end zone, tearing up massive chunks of the pitch as he pushed all out.

In a final attempt to stop RatBox from cementing their victory, a lone chaos warrior broke free and ran towards Sewer Rocket...only to slip on the badly shredded grass and fall at the last minute. Sewer Rocket ran as fast as he could, stopping just short of the goal line to let the clock run down just a few more seconds while Greased Lightning moved up to cover the only beastman still close enough to catch him. With seconds left, he stepped across into the end zone.

Still time for one last kickoff, but the rats held back as the three bravest (read: newest) members of the team stood brazenly on the line of scrimmage, ready to receive their poundings. Said poundings didn't amount to much, and the time ran out on a final score of 3-1 for RatBox.

gg gabelin, you endless POWs were more than balanced by my adept dodges, -2d blocks, and low AV rolls. Good luck with those claw-laden monsters!”