The game of rugby union is the single greatest achievement of the human race. Forget the lightbulb. Forget the internet. You can even forget Facebook.
When the aliens landed in 2023, they weren’t green, gangly, googly-eyed little men.
They were zombies.
And they wanted our brains.
War broke out quickly, for there was no quarter given. Man against zombie, humans versus aliens.
And we were losing. Every battle more of us were dead, and more of them dropped from the heavens onto our planet.
One bright summer’s eve, Battalion leader Gork Bloodmasher happened across a pub that was showing repeats of the 2011 Rugby World Cup. The final had been voted time and again the best game of any sport across the span of time.
And they were hooked. The war stopped, the battles ceased.
Zombies love rugby.
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It’s the game they play in “the” heavens
Ha ha. You rock. SPACE RUGBY .. Watch out for those aster-roids!