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and it's not much warmer inside! Since the last report the intrepid adventurers of <Tempered> have been pushing forwards into the icy depths of the Frozen Citadel. Folks have been boned (bone spiked!), mind controlled, flung through the air and even had their blood set on fire but that hasn't held them back.

Just don't ask what is powering the jet packs when the bears get hold of them... Nose pegs? Check!

Alas, due to those technical problems we mentioned below, our live Gladzone with Bob Bremar and his special guest Tormin "Two-Fingers" Topknot could not be brought to you this week. This is a pity, as we heard that it was a fantastic episode, quite stunning really, especially the scripting and writing which was deserving of any number of Cabalvision prizes.

But, even though the entire episode was jumbled beyond redemption due to that space-time continuum issue, we did manage to salvage one image of the once again victorious <Tempered> team, after they smote down an eredar lord with furious anger. Or, maybe they have yet to do it. Or, perhaps, they are doing it right now. Or, given how confusing all of this temporal malarkey is, it could be none of the above (or something else)

I'm going to cut to the screen and go have a drink

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<Tempered> - All of this has happened before, and it may all happen again, (unless we can reverse the Heisenburg compensators and channel a negative tachyon pulse from the Bussard scoops and main deflector dish)

... representing the combined races of the Alliance, ready to meet the worst that Northrend can provide in gladatorial battle... we have <Tempered>.

(... applause, cheers and shouts of appreciation from the crowd)

"Yes, sports fans, I'm Bob Bremar, and here in the box with me is a guy you know from the Stranglethorn glad tour - holder of the Azerothian record for "vertebrae removed with a single blow" - it's Sharm "The Hammer" Hammerhand! Hi Sharm!"

(... drums and horns from the crowd, rapturous cheers)

"Hey Bob."

"Man of few words, I know. So this <Tempered> team then, Sharm - I understand you've been involved with them in the past - how do you think they're going to fare against some of the beasts we've seen outside - some of those look mean, ya know? We've seen them chew through other teams before with barely an effort"

"Well Bob, let me tell you - last night, I was with the <Tempered> team. They were having fun you know. Good spirit. There was like a big fire, and someone was cooking. Smelled really good. Onions, and garlic, and some kind of bird..."

"Right... well there they go!"

(..sounds of bestial roaring, the clash of arms, arcane thaumaturgy, and above all, the roar of the crowd)

"Well Sharm, that was quite something - those beasts didn't stand a chance."

"See Bob, it's all in the diet. Scuse me, something smells good"

"There he goes folks, a legend of the ring. Tune in next week for more live action on Gladzone - it's live on Cabalvision"

<Tempered> - Arena? Where?