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Well I wasn't having that, Johan was the closest thing I had to a friend, so I promptly stomped over and flattened the leader; I assume he was the leader as his hood was biggest. I picked up the limp body and removed the hood to find that it was my catcher, Destinus. Not obeying strict instructions about rest before a game, I smashed his head against the wall and turned to finish off his friends. In a blinding flash I found myself in a swirling desert. Seeing a small cave and deciding that either I was having a wild dream or my star catcher was some sort of odd cultist I crawled in and fell fast asleep. Awaking the next morning with a stinking hangover and a very sore back, I staggered into the bright light to find myself in the same swirling desert, the only difference being that hovering in front of me was a grinning Destinus sitting on a small glowing cloud. I had always wondered why he could jump so high. He didn't look quite right, which were probably the horns on his head or it could have been the rather large bruise I had left on his face. Anyway he started talking in a flowery voice and told me many things. I didn't catch half of them because my hangover was fully kicking in and the only thing I was thinking about was how I was going to rip of his legs and replace them with the horns from his head. The gist of his speech was that we were in a different time and space, (and my mother said I'd never leave Dellgate), and he was some sort of demon lord? It made sense, he drank blood before every match and I thought it was just to scare his opponents. Any way he was in contest with another demon for the possession of the souls in this world and instead of fighting a war they had decided to play a game of Trollball, which just goes to show the great game's global and I guess planial appeal. Now this other demon had chosen a team of goblinoids with a minor demon as his captain, whereas Destinus had chosen me and the 84 squad to play for him. Unfortunately his spell had gone wrong and the team was scattered around the realm. So I would have to find my team if this game was going to happen. I was told that time was irrelevant so I had my whole life to find them, and with that he then disappeared and I started on my journey. Six months later I had found 7 members of my team and thinking that I would only be playing a team of orcs, I decided 7 was enough, and so I left the rest to fend for themselves. The seven players agreed with me especially when the voice of objection was sat on the floor clutching his broken nose. So with my brave half a team I was transported to a large stadium filled with all sorts of demons and pitiful wretches for whose souls we were playing for. The game was fairly one sided in the first half with the demonic captain of the opposition killing two of my team, although we were |
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only trailing by 10 points. By halftime my blood was boiling and in a flash of inspiration I developed what was to be a decisive tactic for the second half. Continued from back page As I have had to do a bit of training to get match fit I've only got the time to write a short bit on the table so here it is, Well the table hasn't really changed with the only difference in the top ten being Avondale. It seems Valgaurd are on course to win another title, so I'm sure virtually all of the nation is pleased with that and the only people who could catch them is Tannay. But lets be honest, after they played us their frontline hasn't quite been the same, isn't that a shame, and as a final note I am going to stick my neck out and say that the team to watch in the next few weeks will be the Dragons. So until next time get out there and |
Well after possibly the longest five minutes of your life, or longer depending on how fast you can read, you've finally reached the interesting part of the Gazette the Spoon's page. So as I'm sure you've heard, I am currently banned from being at the touchline during the next four Dragon's matches. This has come about because of the trouble at the last game when I supposedly encouraged the Dragon's fans to smuggle weapons into the stadium. Its not my fault if a loyal Trollball fan wants to show his devotion, by giving one of my players a large mace which the player then used to stave in the entire frontline of the Tannay Terrors before he was eventually put down. As for the referee who called for me to be banned, I'm not going to go into detail as to what will happen to him if he ever comes near me but I can assure you it will not be pretty. Anyway I have decided that no one is going to keep me from my team, so if I can't watch my team from the sidelines I'll lead from the front. If that confuses anyone I'll make it clearer, I have decided that I am coming out of retirement. That's right Dragons fans the Spoon is back and I can't wait for my first game. I've put myself in the front line for my first match and I don't want to promote gambling, but the safe money will be on me to make the first casualty of the game.
Before everyone panics I'm not giving the managerial reins to anyone. I'll be player/manager until I think the team can play well enough without me and then I'll reclaim the managerial position. Continued on inside back |
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The Black Feathers