The vampire team saw tremendous luck on the block dice, suffering no turnovers and posting an impressive success rate.
The armor breaks fell quite the other way, however.
Blighttown Bashers 2 - 0 Krenlash's Team
A shining spot of relative civility in the bloodiest week the league has ever seen, the contest between the Blighttown Bashers and Krenlash's Team featured less than fifteen gallons of blood spilled and barely any on-field deaths.
This game was characterized by the slow but inexorable march of the undead offenses and extended but ultimately harmless wrestling matches between the slowly decaying players. A pair of Nurgle rotters spent the entire first half moving the ball up the field but ultimately found their push halted by the imposing figure of Count Ivan Draco, who pummeled each of them in turn. It looked as though he would single-handedly stymie the Bashers' drive when suddenly his eyes went red and his thirst for blood overtook him. In his frenzy to feed on one of his lesser teammates, he failed to see the outstretched and decomposing foot of Rise Kujikawa and took an embarrassing tumble. Rotter Cheopis Cragspider took advantage of the lapsed defense and shambled in to score the first point of the game just as the halftime whistle chirped.
The second half belonged almost entirely to the massive, hideous, and massively hideous mutant Quelaag. This terrifying beast of Nurgle spent the entire first half either struggling to understand the coach's screams of "Hit him! HIT HIM!!!" or hypnotized by one particularly charismatic vampire, but the latter half of the game saw a very different performance out of the monster. From the moment the kick landed, Quelaag dogged the ball, staying remarkably light on his weird gross pseudopodia. Vampire ball carrier Norman von Drachenfeld found himself unable to escape Quelaag's invading tentacles (ew), which bogged him down long enough for the Bashers to descend on him in force. A struggle over control of the ball ended when Ivan Draco once again succumbed to his burning bloodlust and dove for a friendly throat, tumbling head over heels and opening the way for another buzzer-beating Nurgle touchdown.
A team of reporters asked Count Draco later in the locker room what prompted his game-throwing performance, to which he responded "SUFFER FOR YOUR IMPUDENCE!" before tearing out two of their throats in one smooth motion. The survivors assure us that it was a spectacular display of athleticism, at least.
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