“There were three accepted ways to win games according to Coach Cervus. Cheating, luck or superior locker room staff. And this game had been a master class in the latter. Rogmesh remembered the crazy gobo as he entered the locker room and started unloading the contents of his leather bag. A gnarly pair of scissors, and a rusty straight razor. Excellent, a new apothecary or assassin perhaps?

Coach Cervus then spoke up, "Silence! We play Rocking the Nehekhara today and we can't out muscle then nor can I outcoach them. But we have a secret weapon that will bring us victory! Let me introduce our new team Barbour - Slime!"

Wait, What? Maybe Rogmesh heard Coach wrong. Maybe Barbour was code for some unholy badass. Rogmesh looked over and watched in horror as Slime pulled out a jar of Barbicide disinfectant and a comb. So, the secret plan was hair styles? Rogmesh was more confused than normal.

Coach continued, "Now if any of you low lives, filth, or knuckle heads gets a wild hair up your ass to go engage a Tomb Guardian, especially Power Slave, you are to immediately to report to the sideline and let Slime slap on some Barbasol on your butt and shave that wild hair! Do you understand?"

"Yes Coach!!!"

Rogmesh had briefly considered doing the hold me back routine hoping that someone would actually hold him back, but as Rogmesh sat on the coal Butte reflecting back on the game, it was probably for the best. GAWD, Power Slave was a beast, probably the strongest player in the league along with a few Treemen. Rogmesh might have just as well run headfirst into that old oak tree on the ridge as try and tackle Power Slave.

Rogmesh held up his mason jar, "Here's to you Power Slave. I had the honor to not only play against you, but to also be there to say good bye and happy retirement to a fellow Legend. Cheers" Yes, this was Power Slaves final game. This of course had been the fourth game Flingsnake had cleated up for a fellow Legends' final game. Three had been premature and untimely deaths Flingsnake had caused, and then there was Power Slave. Respect is walking off the pitch with a clean uniform, untouched by the Coal Butte players. Power Slave nodded to Rogmesh at the sideline and stepped into a blob of used shaving cream as disappeared into the locker room for the final time.

Power Slave has left the building.”