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2016-02-16 23:33:13
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The Underdogs Suffer a Pruning
Gerald lifts his head slowly from the rock that served as his pillow and winces as pain shoots through his head. He lifts his good hand to his face and feels the empty socket where his right eye once was. As the vision in his other eye slowly clears he sees other members of the Six Feet Underdogs laying on the floor of the tumbled down dwelling Gerald now calls his home. P'ak and Scrounger lay nearest him, battered, bloodied and bandaged but very much alive. Past them Gerald sees four dirty, bloody sheets pulled over the corpses of his fallen friends. He tries to remember the match but all he can recall is a seemingly never ending shower of armoured fists, boots and claws.

“Boss – you're up!” squeaks a familiar voice, Gerald turns his head to see Green-Goo, La'ra and the taciturn rat Star'guard hurrying into the room leading Lem the dog.

“My dear, dear boys, so good to see you well – but where is my dear friend Ber'anx? He is usually here, by the fire...” but his voice trails off, none of his team mates will meet his gaze, slowly Star'guard shakes his head.

“Eee's still by th' fire boss” explains La'ra pointing at the nearest blanket “Eee finally got the deeth ee was looking fer”

Gerald heaves a deep sigh, gazing at the crumpled and shattered heap of pulverized flesh and shattered, protruding bone revealed as Green-goo peels back the covering. What was revealed was only recognisable as his long term team-mate and fellow founding team member by the target tattoo on the corpses rear end.

“Well thank Nuffle for that – all his moping was really getting me down – stick him in the pit with the rest of them” he declaims with the off hand finality usually associated with the instructions to dispose of the contents of his chamber pot. “I assume we lost that game” he adds with more emotion.

“No boss – Green-goo 'ere won it for us, ee ran the winning touchdown in from right under th' Nurgee's rotten noses.”

“Well that is wonderful news, just wonderful dear chaps – but I'm afraid your next game may be jolly hard, looks like we will not have many players, I'm afraid this eye will keep me out of action for a while too. Do your best and try not to get any more of my best mutants killed.”
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Posted by liquidorange on 2016-02-17 03:16:19
Pretty impressive that you still won with all those casualties suffered. Nice work, Underdogs!