Coach Lancelott put down the latest issue of the Mary's Land Sentinel and stared out the window at the grounds of the campus. The day was overcast with the threat of rain, a day not unlike many others for the campus of the Mary's Land Terrapins. The school had been situated in a welcoming swamp, near the confluence of two rivers and enjoyed the benefits of a nearby city with its associated night life. 


Coach Lancelott looking pensive as he stares out the window of his office after the U of Teeth loss

However, not all was perfect in this neck of Lustria. The weather could change rapidly, becoming oppressively hot one moment to cold and pouring rain the next. These sudden changes were mirrored in the neighboring city that boasted both an important seat of power in the Lustrian ruling class as well as the associated political intrigue. The local paper was replete with stories of corruption, war, disaster, and of course, the failings of the local Blood Bowl team. Similar to the climate, the fans of the Mary's Land Terrible Terrapins could one day be holding their coach up as a hero while the next calling for them to be thrown out of the job.

Coach Lancelott sighed and looked back down at the paper decrying the Terrapin's latest defeat against the U of Teeth Aortas. They blamed the hiring of a human as a star player, the paper thin armor that the saurus linemen had been wearing, the lack luster play of star player David Damascus (major - biomechanics). But, most of all, they called out the coach for the terrible play calls that continued to plague the team. While firing the equipment manager in charge of armor (he was fed screaming to the carnosaur heards) did some to calm their calls for change, Coach Lancelott could feel it was only a matter of time.

They had to win, and win now. It was time to start coaching the game like he had in his youth, leave it all on the field, and pray the nuffle was not laughing at him in the end.