It is a rough day for the Scramblers. They have had their ups and downs over the 53 games that they have played, having won only 16 of those games. The poor poor coach has had resounding success, and crushing failure over the time that he has been working to make them into something more than what they are currently.

For example, their current casualty list shows that linerats have it truly tough, often dying in their first match or two. But its ok, they are cheap. They are on their second rat ogre though, and have had 5 gutter runners fall into the sludge as the team troops on.

Today sadly, another gutter runner fell. Zabrak. He was a trooper of a runner, having learnt to block, shadow, and sidestep from any dodgy tackles, as well as how to strip balls of the carriers of other teams, and when attempting to take down other teams, he was dauntless in needing to do what needed to be done. Sadly, all this experience, and his personal preferences meant that he got overconfident, and peeled off layers of his armour so that he might prove his mettle.

One spiky norse player later however, and he fell, a spike straight to his heart. The healers worked their magic, sacrificed all the goblins that they could find to their dark and mysterious pagan gods, but it was all for nothing. He lay there slain...

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