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2015-05-20 10:11:37
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OWCC Entry 13
The Foul Peak Crawlers: Skaven team in the Kislev Conference of the OWCC League
Kislev Conference second playoff match Report
Entry 13 - May 20, 2015\
The rats were abashed, except for Stilythe the Ghost that was simply sad, very sad.
Transure the captain walked between the ground looking players: "We were simply outplayed friends. Every of their block was a knock down, no matter how skilled our players were, and every knock down was a knock out. When things goes like this, we can only surrender. The horned rats wants us to make another season of experience in Kisleve I think"
Remose the Headspliteter: "I'm tired of alibies! And twice we had to play for the tie, and once the wizard and the snow, and once because of that and once because of this. When will we start to play and win?"
Hicin the Shade: "All of us are frustrated... we understand you perfectly... but that Ghoul dodged better than The Shade... they dodged like gutters and passed like elf... and bashed better than Chaos. If this was the match we had to win, we have very little chance to go far."
Tears started to line the face of Stilythe: "I'm so sorry... really... I failed both my attempt for the quick score... it's all my fault"
Rats usually never feel love or affection for eachother... the common feelings were fear or respect, disgust, but not love. But the baby minded runner was something different; the rats were pity for him.
Jumbinrot the Ratsmasher: "No Stilythe, you're still learing that tecnique. You'll see that in two or three matches, if we manage to let you make some experience, you'll become to score twice or three times a match. Be quite, and do not be concearned with this"
The runner was a bit reassured, but still sad.
"THEY HARD. NOT LIKE RAT. ME NO KILL. ME ANGRY" was the only thing The Animal was capable of saying.
Leilond entered the rat circle: "Bad. This was bad. Our chance for the majors is wiped out with this loss... If this is the level needed, we need to skillup, even knowing that if our opponent block with this precision and strenght, there is not so much we can do. I thought our general skill in dodging could make the difference, but they ignored it, and smashed all our most skilled players block after block."
The coach walked left and right: "This season went as I thought... but for some moments I hoped for more. Now, stop whining. We have another match, and I don't want the fans think we won't play it at our best, no matter our chance are zero. After this match, we'll think how to prepare for the next Kislev season."
Flee today to fight tomorrow
---- END OF ENTRY ----
Kislev Conference second playoff match Report
Entry 13 - May 20, 2015\
The rats were abashed, except for Stilythe the Ghost that was simply sad, very sad.
Transure the captain walked between the ground looking players: "We were simply outplayed friends. Every of their block was a knock down, no matter how skilled our players were, and every knock down was a knock out. When things goes like this, we can only surrender. The horned rats wants us to make another season of experience in Kisleve I think"
Remose the Headspliteter: "I'm tired of alibies! And twice we had to play for the tie, and once the wizard and the snow, and once because of that and once because of this. When will we start to play and win?"
Hicin the Shade: "All of us are frustrated... we understand you perfectly... but that Ghoul dodged better than The Shade... they dodged like gutters and passed like elf... and bashed better than Chaos. If this was the match we had to win, we have very little chance to go far."
Tears started to line the face of Stilythe: "I'm so sorry... really... I failed both my attempt for the quick score... it's all my fault"
Rats usually never feel love or affection for eachother... the common feelings were fear or respect, disgust, but not love. But the baby minded runner was something different; the rats were pity for him.
Jumbinrot the Ratsmasher: "No Stilythe, you're still learing that tecnique. You'll see that in two or three matches, if we manage to let you make some experience, you'll become to score twice or three times a match. Be quite, and do not be concearned with this"
The runner was a bit reassured, but still sad.
"THEY HARD. NOT LIKE RAT. ME NO KILL. ME ANGRY" was the only thing The Animal was capable of saying.
Leilond entered the rat circle: "Bad. This was bad. Our chance for the majors is wiped out with this loss... If this is the level needed, we need to skillup, even knowing that if our opponent block with this precision and strenght, there is not so much we can do. I thought our general skill in dodging could make the difference, but they ignored it, and smashed all our most skilled players block after block."
The coach walked left and right: "This season went as I thought... but for some moments I hoped for more. Now, stop whining. We have another match, and I don't want the fans think we won't play it at our best, no matter our chance are zero. After this match, we'll think how to prepare for the next Kislev season."
Flee today to fight tomorrow
---- END OF ENTRY ----
Comments
Posted by Hakawarrior on 2015-05-20 20:35:16
The Swamp-Risers acknowledge the effort put in by rats, but on the day the Haka Gods were mightier than the horned rat. We still face a tough opponent to make it out of Kislev. We may still meet again for a rematch next season.