"Dissiz Brunt Goreball wit Reel Sporcts Snotwork, and I'm broke dammit! Coach Looney and 'iz Orciad boyz wuz lookin' so bad I tought it wuzza sure ting to bet ev'ryting 'gainst 'em, 'specially witta expert coach on da udder side. But dey won, graaah! 'Ere to 'splain dis cat'straphony is Diorcmedes, da big boss o' da black boyz, in a Reel Sporcts 'sculsive first Orciad player interview:
BG: So wot da 'ell happened wit dis match?
D: We seek a newer world, beyond the sunset and the baths of all the western stars, one equal temper of heroic hearts, to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
BG: ... Wot?
D: Dunno, just sometin Coach sez a lot.
BG: Hrmph. Wot else did ol' Looney say t'day?
D: Said hit you in da head.
BG: Wait, w-- [crunch]
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KK: Ah, this is the high elf unwillingly known as 'Kit-Kit,' stepping in for Mr. Goreball, who has been rendered unconscious during his player interview. I'm here with Coach Landwaker. Greetings sir.
LW: Howdy Kit-Kit. You said Brunt's still out?
KK: Yes indeed, sir. In point of fact, he seems to be completely comatose.
LW: Really? I told Diorc just a hit to the head.
KK: It appears that one hit was one too many, sir. Mr. Goreball was removed from the Orcland Raiders roster last year after several severe concussions and a fractured skull.
LW: Yikes. I didn't realize.
KK: Surely you noticed his strangely-shifting speech patterns and apparently-arbitrary and inconsistent inflections?
LW: Well sure, I ... wow, I actually feel sort of sorry. So what happens now?
KK: In simple terms, sir, Reel Sporcts Snotwork is now functionally defunct. [snotlings shrieking] No, you evil imps, you cannot silence me now.
LW: It's rather remarkable how they scribble down their shrieking while they do it.
KK: Quite. If I may be so bold, sir, I implore you to reconsider the removal of my chain.
LW: You know what, Kit-Kit? I'm in a good mood today and I feel like I maybe gave the team some bad karma when I didn't help you before, so sure.
KK: Thank you, Coach.
LW: Hey, Horcse! Come break this chain! [troll grunting, chain breaking, snotlings shrieking] There you go.
KK: At long last! You have my gratitude.
LW: No problem, Kit-Kit.
KK: Ah, if you must use an abbreviated appellation, Coach, can you please make it simply Kit?
LW: Fair enough, Kit. What will you do now?
KK: Return to Ulthuan, naturally. My family and friends have no doubt been extremely concerned.
LW: Yeah ... you sure about that? You got your name out there quite well in our first interview last month, but I haven't seen any family and friends riding to the rescue.
KK: I ... I am sure they merely ... I had not considered that. But still, I must return immediately.
LW: If you say so. Safe travels.
KK: My eternal gratitude to you, and farewell ... if I may inquire, what will become of Mr. Goreball and the snotlings?
LW: Hmm. Well, if Brunt doesn't wake up, maybe I can get Porcris the drummer to feed him now and then, we'll see. As for the snots ... well, Horcse is always hungry. [snotlings shrieking]
KK: You ... they will be eaten?
LW: I don't have any need or affection for them. I'm frankly surprised you're upset about it, Kit.
KK: Well, yes, they were my captors, but ... we have spent so much time bickering over these transcripts, I ... I rather enjoyed editing them ... I do not want them to die. And Mr. Goreball ... he treated me well enough, I suppose, under the circumstances ...
LW: Look, Kit, seems to me you don't have much waiting for you back on the island. And I was thinking of switching to CabalVision anyway, so you'd have the inside track on getting a correspondent contract with them. That way you can stay and take care of Brunt and the snots, and I can get continuing coverage of my team from a more favorable viewpoint with easier speech patterns.
KK: ... Stay? I do not ... I [snotlings shrieking] fine, yes, I will make an attempt at it.
LW: Excellent. Oh, one friendly note at the outset of our new arrangement.
KK: Yes?
LW: If any of you calls me 'Looney' or steals from my log again, I'll have Horcse eat all of you.
KK: ... Duly noted, Coach.
LW: Good. So, shall we discuss the match?
KK: Ah, certainly, certainly. Ready, you little beasts? [snotlings shrieking] Ahem ... this is Kithmornen Kavavanlhun, prospective CabalVision correspondent, bringing you--
LW: Wait, wait.
KK: Ah, yes?
LW: Look Kit, the full name just won't cut it with CabalVision. You need something short and snappy, three syllables tops. Kit Kavav, that's catchy.
KK: Kavav?
LW: It can symbolize your new beginning or whatever. Just think of it as a stage name.
KK: Stage name? Hmm, yes, I did do quite a bit of theatre in my 600s...
LW: Great, let's start back at the top.
KK: Ahem. This is Kit Kavav, CabalVision correspondent-to-be, bringing you in-depth post-match coverage of the Orciad's successful fourth match in the Averland division of the Big Crunch league. I'm here with Coach Landwaker to discuss his team's first victory of the second season. Coach, first off I must offer my condolences on the fiery death of Patorclus the lineorc.
LW: Thanks Kit. It was a hard thing to watch him fry out there; I had kept the cage tight because I wanted to tempt the wizard out of the way early, but that was quite the fireball. It was just too early to use the apo though, so I had to let him go. It's a shame, because with just a bit more experience I think he could have made much more of his potential. But if that was the price of victory, so be it. His name will live on.
KK: Indeed. After that fireball, though, your drive seemed to stall out in the midst of the J-Dawgs' defensive swarm.
LW: Yeah, those guys really know how to support each other, which makes sense given that the whole team apparently has the same name. We held our own with the bashing but still weren't making up enough ground, so as soon as we got a slim opening I sent the carrier through and hoped they'd fail a couple of simple dodges. Never an ideal play, but we came close to the score nonetheless.
KK: Your shifting defensive formation to open the second half seemed hesitant yet functioned as something of a bait-and-switch. How much of that was deliberate?
LW: Keen observation there, Kit. I do tend to be indecisive about how much to change when I get the chance to perfect my defense, and in that instance when I moved the scrimmagers over towards the ball I initially forgot that it left my goblin and thrower exposed, but then as I started to run out of time, I decided that perhaps that exposure would draw some of his players in so I could take an admittedly-risky run at the ball.
KK: Yes, you ensnared the catcher but it seemed a tenuous enclosure; if the ogre had not lost his wits at that moment, they might well have broken through the middle of the screen, as we have seen before.
LW: You're right. Look, Juriel is a better coach than me, so even with the team value advantage I knew I would have to try some risky plays to have a chance. The fates were favorable today, what more can I say.
KK: Indeed. In the final minutes your players had the run of the pitch and could safely stall it out, but I did note that while they were repeatedly stunning their opponents, they failed to knock out or injure them.
LW: True, that was a tinge on the win. We definitely need to do more work in the damage department. But still, we needed a 'W' on the board, and we got it.
KK: Congratulations. Before we go, any thoughts on the rest of season?
LW: We've got many more wizards in our future, along with elves and amazons. We both know dodgy opponents have been a bane for us, but we'll do what we can. Seventh place is still far down, and I'm not assuming anything, but today we're headed in the right direction and everything is looking better than it was.
KK: Very much agreed, Coach. This is Kit Kavav, presumably with CabalVision, signing off."