“Coach Ryce mulled over the tapes from PotNW's game against his goodie-two shoe dwarf rivals, Black Fire Blitzers. The rats had beaten the team that had beaten his own... the division was tied up... victory in this game could give ICE NINE the critical edge it would need to retain it's championship title.

It was time more boring, conservative game play! The dwarves would kick off to the rats, who would quickly work themselves around his defense and score early. They killed one of the dwarves in their first volley, but the apothecary earned his pay and brought him back. The icy ones got the ball back and ground it down the field. Luck would shine down on the dwarves, as a stripped ball would be recaught by Lord Kelvin. he passes it off to Hell's Eskimo who would march in to tie the game.

The rats kicked off to start the second half and Ryce stuck to his slow grindhouse. Luck would shine down for a second time when the rat ogre would injure himself trying to take down Toro Gorehoof. The muscle bound ice-13 would stroll his mutated biceps into the endzone to win the game for Ice Nine.

Good game, Cyric! Rats still scare me...”