And now for a 2nd helping of something completely Dungeon Bowl

"We...I...

Diary. Dear, only diary.

It...he...

Hiff.

He's gone.

Haff."

"Dear diary,

I'm resolved: Hiff shall have thalu.

Sorry, it's all a bit...

The game, it was against those revolting Cynathi, and it went from bad, to worse.

They shambled, decomposing, everywhere, across everything...me a-and Hiff, we leapt gloriously into them, knowing, sure of, that we could handle them.

We were wrong.

I was thrown, dazed, onto the ground, and Hiff...those honourless, disgusting Cynathi they just...in the game...

They tore him apart.

I...shamefully, my mina was gone: I know that Saff and Vosh, they tried to do something, grabbed the ball, went to pass it, but even the ground was against us, and they just...fell.

Even our mighty treeman, old Stumpy, was brought down.

But the worst part? The worst part is that Hiff has been taken. One of those skeletal Cynathi, after the...it just stood there, looking at Hiff's broken...and, it just took him away.

The game, is lost. The Riff Raff, is no-more: I will find that thing. i will urith it. I will reclaim Hiff, I will urith every other single thing from that team, and then, I will join him.

Goodbye, my dear diary,

Haff."

(Context: first match vs College of Death, lots of undead. Not only the Riff-Raff lost, but Hiff was killed!!)

(Funky language courtesy of the Fan-Eltharin wiki on warhammerfantasy.fandom.com and Senthuil's Tar-Eltharin dictionary on the ulthuan.net forums.)