“The Minotaurs boss wasnt happy before the game. Despite the clean record (never been beaten) his team didnt have any oompf, no stars, nothing. He was tired of them. But you cant sell off a winning team? Ahwell, lets try and make something out of them!

After the insanely bad game, the Minotaurs returned to the lockerroom, only to find it locked and guarded by an ogre. "Whats this? Where is the boss? Our stuff is in there!" Luca said. The ogre said with a fast and monotone voice, as if it was a message that had been learned recently. "Sorry lads, yer all fired. The boss has had it with ya! Yer not bloodbowlers, yer bums. Now SCRAM!"

The players slowly scattered, going their separate ways. And just like that, the Minotaurs were nomore...”