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Post by mr2key on Feb 27, 2014 19:41:12 GMT
That's my plan, you will have to excuse some of my players, they seem to like dressing as their darker kin!
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Post by macca on Feb 27, 2014 21:59:47 GMT
Yes sure can just reading up on the rules now!
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Post by winstonsmith on Feb 27, 2014 22:50:04 GMT
I should be there too
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Post by macca on Mar 1, 2014 7:43:33 GMT
Death looked out onto the playing field with a cold resolve. Why did he care? What was he doing fielding a team of undead in this mortal sport? Oh yes, THE NECROMANCER, he had plea bargained for his soul, he had told death that this game would bring more souls and that the mortals would even cheer on the departure of each one!
Death looked at his book, there were many names, many wars and many plagues but intruigingly there were the names of the souls of great warriors who had not fallen in battle but had died as a result of this mortal sport "Bloodbowl" he had nodded in agreement, the contract was signed, for a stay of execution the necromancer would have to provide a soul for each game.
He had not cared for the outcome of the game, caring was not part of the job. He only required that the contract be fulfilled. The Necromancer however did care, he had actually tried to break their deal by having a heart attack at the end of the game! It happened right at the end of the last turn with the last throw, a skeleton had fallen before some "touchdown line" after receiving a "Hail Mary Pass" and so had not scored and they had not "drawn" the game! However a deal was a deal and the Necromancers soul was ordered back into his body. Now with the Necromancer in tow and with a new name in his book, there was a halfling soul he had to retrieve and so a new player for his team!
His TEAM!
Why did he think it was his team?
He didn't care!
That was puzzling!
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Post by riot on Mar 1, 2014 8:08:22 GMT
WHACK OF THE DAY HIGHLIGHTS Hi and welcome to another great "whack of the day". After another brutal day of the 6 dominions, the world of Bloodbowl is in uproar as the SOUTHLAND TUBTHUMPERS stand UNDEFEATED at the head of the Northern division after two 1 - Nil victorites!!!! This has to be the greatest upset in Bloodbowl since the Snotland Snotlings lasted more then two turns against the Asgard titans! Lets have a look at the highlights. The moment that lasts forever....the first kick off of the 6 Dominions Northern division  Are you sure thats a Halfling? The surprise signing of the Halfling team, Mr. Snide makes the starting 11  |
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Post by riot on Mar 1, 2014 8:16:52 GMT
Mr. Snide shows he was worth the signing fee of unlimited "fat boy" Hotdogs, the official hotdog of the 6 Dominions "all claims it is made of ex bloodbowl players strenuously denied" Not to be outdone the Halfling "9 inch nails" pull down an elf, nows thats how to make a block roll!!!!  Thats going to need more than a manicure Bob, The elf coach "snake eyes" kark does it again with his armour roll!!!  |
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Post by riot on Mar 1, 2014 8:28:03 GMT
the elves pull off one of their signature passes into space but can the catcher make it to the line.......NO "snake eyes" does it again, a 6 on the sprint means the catcher goes crashing to the ground with "charlies horses". so close.......so close  This allows the Halflings to walk the ball up the field stopping for "Fat Boy" hot dogs....the official Hotdog of the 6 Dominions tournament "all claims it is made of ex bloodbowl players strenuously denied" on the way, and leaving the Elf Dug out looking like a scene from the Battle of the Somme  |
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Post by riot on Mar 1, 2014 8:46:29 GMT
Surprised to be largely intact the Halfings elect to go straight into another game, this time against the unstoppable (?) shuffle of the Undead team. The teams waste no time getting to grips with each other. Lets hope nothing comes detached Bob! WOW Zombie versus Halfling, not something I get to say every day Bob.  The "9 inch nails" prove their worth again and pull down another zombie. The NAF are already talking about bringing in statutory drug testing for next weeks games  THe undead know no fear.... until now, the undead thrower is distictly heard shouting "shit....throw the ball......THROW THE BALL" as snide bears down on the throwers  |
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Post by riot on Mar 1, 2014 8:52:53 GMT
Against all expectations (including the Halfling Coach), the halflings clear the field again  This leaves Snide to stroll the ball in for the Touch down. "FAT BOY" HOTDOG ANYONE!!!!  The restart see the undead go hammer and tongs down the field desperately trying to score before the final whistle goes.... can he make it?  |
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Post by riot on Mar 1, 2014 8:59:07 GMT
one square from the end zone, with one final square to sprint, in the final turn, with the undead coach needing to roll anything but a 6, can the undead pull off a draw? NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Bob he rolls a 6,,, A 6!!!! THE CROWD GOES NUTS, the TUB thumpers WIN  the undead coach pretty much pulls this face  and the Hollywood producers are already on the phone for the film rights |
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Post by riot on Mar 1, 2014 9:00:57 GMT
this leaves the tub thumpers clear at the top on 6 points and through to the finals League TWO table.docx (221.66 KB) |
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Post by cubantrog on Mar 1, 2014 9:03:25 GMT
Interesting highlights!!!
**** news just in ****
The Rat Infested Partnership Bloodbowl Club RIPBC have touched down in Essex after a long journey and after some rest and training will be out playing in the next Bloodbowl Tourney. The two rat ogre star players have however been left behind, this reporter is told that they may be smashing out of the box in which they were locked soon!
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Post by winstonsmith on Mar 1, 2014 9:57:59 GMT
The locker room for the Southland Tubthumpers was small, tiny, some might say cramped but the closet under the stairs was all they could afford. The air was a little too stale after several servings of ‘Fat Boy’ Hotdogs, they felt like kings!
“So what do we do again Boss?”
The coach raised his eyes and sighed before walking back to the chalkboard where a single word was written. “You give the ball to Snide.”
“And what about me Boss?”
“You get thrown by Snide.”
“And us?”
“Stay close to Snide.”
“And what about them?”
The coach took another bite of the ‘Fat Boy’ Hotdog and smiled, “Leave that to Snide!”
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Post by macca on Mar 1, 2014 10:18:30 GMT
I'll be coming for that Halfling player we killed, unless you left him on the field play!
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Post by winstonsmith on Mar 1, 2014 10:22:33 GMT
He will be waiting!
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