“Kondor met Coach Jim at mid field and thanked him for another fun game and better chat. Jim gave a nod and a smile then shook a fist at the zombie Doriansson shambling of the field with a ball still wedged in her rib cage. I mean, what are the odds of that. If the quarterback is going to replay the scene from the longest yard with a zombie he needs to drill it in the head. Who knows the head may even come of the rotting sack.

For a moment Jim turned towards the locker room then thought better of it. He spiked his play book (read laptop) into the dirt and began stomping on it. You were supposed to blitz you worthless pansy he shouted then began cursing in earnest. Zinthine knew the cursing was really meant for him as the play before the half called for a blitz but he moved in for an assist. That left the poor wardancer stranded and unable to score.

Yeah, it would be a while before anyone expected him to do anything worth while. Odds are he will be linefodder next match where he can't really mess anything up.
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Thanks for the match Jim. I look forward to the next one.”