Here before you blurs a being that has been losing Blood Bowl matches for many years. It is good fortune that it enjoys playing the game and has yet to become perturbed by the many losses.

Back now after many years. Seems to be playing games on fumbbl again. Constantly fighting the urge to punch people in the face. Is a strong fighter. Once battled many by eating them alone.

It generally tries to coach its teams in keeping with the thoughts and culture of the players. This means that all things and none, may be done. Finds playing the game with a focus on percentages rather boring. Once thought that chance is chance and decided to take it rather than work it.

Fouling, usually only if there is one player that must die, or we are hounding after those last 2 spp, and we may stall if it means improved chance of victory. As a rule we play strangely, often badly, and love to take risks.. usually huge risks. We rarely stall or foul, although we are quite happy to do it when we do, and opponents are welcome to play the game however they want to.

Blood Bowl is a game of death, let us relish in it. Soak the AstroGranite™ with BLOOD.


Death to the undeserving.

Death to the victors!

Etc.


Note: It still won't eat eggs and will play Blood Bowl, spits regularly, particularily enjoys Dungeon Bowl played in huge labyrinthian dungeons (preferably with three or more sides competing) and is training the future world champion Blood Bowl player not to eat miniatures (especially the spiky ones).
Also plays above mentioned Dungeon Bowl games every month or two in the Sydney area (in Australia), usually in the Blue Mountains.. possibly in Sydney. Let it know if you'd like to play (so much chaos.. so much carnage).

Thank you.

"And there, by the horse, he crouches. A spirit hovering there, and there, like the spirit of the horse."