“Landlady: "Goblins are nearby!"

Landlord: "Aren't we in the Warpstone Open lottery? Shouldn't we sparring with less dangerous opponents?"

Landlady: "Gob-lins."

Landlord: "But..." *bosh* Landlady slaps him upside the head.

And so the game took place. The troll Herr Becher smashed forward on a blitz. The wolf didn't scare him, until it's claws sliced the troll out of the match and it declined to regenerate, leaving its wretched teammates to fend off the kung fu artists on their own.

It went downhill from there. The chainsaw got dropped immediately and knocked out. Nobody tied the bootlaces of The Great American Poker, who knocked himself out twice running.

Buddhist Palm was hungry and the wolf feasted on goblin flesh. The angry little guys swarmed and stomped on the wolf's head and killed it! It regenerated, and that filled the goblins with fear. Knocked out goblins feigned continuing symptoms, avoiding returning to the pitch for more beatings. Everybody got in on the act except for Sing who felt sorry for his little green opponents, and the zombies who were always 1 step behind their teammates.

The only tiny frustration would be self inflicted. With the Hatmen completely outmatched, Pig Sty Alley 3-0 up by half time, there was a chance for a record 7-0 score. However, the team was so taken with beating up goblins that for one TD there was no agile player left to recover the ball and the zombies proved incapable.

Until next time, goblins!”