“A chill wind blew across the pitch as the Lizzies marched on from the dugout, stirring the spectral mist that clung to the ground. Fans cheered, the sound oddly subdued, muted.. Captain 'Tamalli lifted up his impressively crested head, and sniffed at the air - something wasn't quite.. right.

***

oLotl ran across the pitch, ducked under the arms of a Mummie, slid through the legs of a drooling ghoul, scooped up the ball, and skittered sideways towards the Undead endzone... A fleeting thought passed his mind as he dived over the line - these undead werent like any ordinary undead... somehow slower, somewhat more..spectral, than usual.

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The roar of the crowd shook the stadium as naca'Tamalli finally made solid contact with these unusal undead, sending the ghoul flying through the air to land on the pitch with a sickening thud..
A wild ululation suddenly filled the air; the wind picked up, blowing the mist in streamers across the ground, and then swiftly dissipated.
As the mist cleared, the Lizzies looked around at the now-empty pitch..
A buzzing murmur swept through the crowd, followed by a roar of acclaim for the Hungri-Hungri Lizzies - without a team to play against, they had won!

Well, thanks for the game, Toonie - I could tell you werent playing your best, or it would have been a lot harder on my team. Hopefully, you shall return one day soon, to strike fear into the hearts of bloodbowl coaches once again...”