“OBBA Round 7
Wolverhampton Wonderdead 1 - 1 Real Sociedead


The scene opens up outside a Kentucky Fried Chicken “restaurant”... that’s right, it’s just Chicken, no Goblin, Dorf or any other “witty” pun... it’s just Chicken.

A glum SeraphimRed and a hoard of angry Real Sociedead players stand menacingly in the coach park, staring down the fearful staff inside.

Reporter: Another on location report?

SeraphimRed disregards the Reporter.

Reporter: You lost again didn’t you?

Sera: Actually we drew!

Reporter: (Scoff) Against the second worst team in the Premiership?

Sera: Third actually!

Reporter: Technically second now the Korhnets retired.

Sera mumbles...

Sera: *onefreakinggametoolate*

Reporter: So why are we here?

Sera: I think I’ve found the root cause of why my players have had the shits for two games running now!

Reporter: Ahh.

Sera: Exactly! Damn Kentucky Fried Cockroaches!

Reporter: The writing team honestly think our subscribers read the news?

Sera shrugs.

Sera: They were fined 19000 gold, I can’t even buy a zombie for that! But I’ll make ‘em pay!

Sera mashes a fist into his other hand.

Reporter: Seriously, they don’t read the news! They prefer it lowbrow... stuff like the Grotty Little Newspaper, bi-annually and six-week-late. Although it was pointed out to us by the editorial staff that our OBBA article became incredibly accurate again...

Sera glares.

Reporter: I’m just saying, that’s all. Speaking of which... Did you read that Star Wars article?

Sera: What?

Reporter: Star Wars! I want what Krytie was smoking that day.

Sera offers a confused look.

Reporter: Kalimar condemned it – called it blasphemous, said it had no place in the Old World.

Sera: Who the hell is Kalimar?

Reporter: Only the Old World’s ‘It Girl’ right now. The mere drop of his name is worth a thousand hits alone.

Sera: We’ll see!

Reporter: More specifically he’s the man that threatens the whole Old World as we know it!

Sera: Really?

Reporter: Yep. He has the power to shut us down!

The Reporter wistfully looks across the mountainous horizon.

Reporter: ... There’s a storm coming...

Sera: Someone should stop him! We need to act now! Raise an army, hunt him down, and plot his demise!

Reporter: I think that Zombie69 has it covered.

Sera: Zombie69? Sounds like a Necrophiliac.

Reporter: Hmm... now you mention it, he does look like a bit of a tomb robber.


Sera: Dirty boy.

Reporter: Yep.

An awkward silence descends.

Sera: What were we talking about?

Reporter: Your OBBA game and your disappointment about falling short of the title.

Sera: We were?

Reporter: Nope, not even close... we’ve become as irrelevant as a forum debate on the future of FUMBBL is to Christer.

Sera: Huh?

Reporter: Never mind. Shall we go home and prepare for the cups?

Sera sighs heavily.

Sera: Yeaaah. I guess so...

Reporter: Get something to eat first?

[Scene ends]

Xxx
Morleys once again ran rampant through my team, taking out three players on Gs drive and leaving me with a poultry eight players. Regen hasn’t succeeded for a successive sixth time and I lost a key Ghoul in the fray too. Yet I hang onto the freaks at least! :)

On the whole though, G played a good game (better than me) and, as usual, my nOOb forgetfulness over the Buzzing handi cost me a reasonable shot at the win.

Roll on the Cups and an OBBA Cup defence!

GG G”