As a coach who had his teams play for the first million games of the biggest league in the world, I among many coaches was awarded a healing potion for the effort.

For many a year I saved the potion, waiting for a player worthy for that special gift. There was one that showed a lot of talent, a few times declared the most annoying player of faction, and surely was one of my favourite players of all time. I was waiting for him to reach legend status and get rid of his -AV injury and possible aging, but in a fateful game he was blocked by a lizard and killed instantly, even the apothecary could buy him no time to drink the potion.

Then there was another. A young gutter runner with talent and skills unlike I've ever seen before on any player upon a blood bowl field, winning games by himself when all hope seemed lost, quickly reaching towards legendhood. He also had an -AV injury plus a niggler, and when he became a legend among his peers, I thought the time was right to get him back to his full potential. Sure enough, I let him drink the valuable healing potion.

After he drank the potion, I've witnessed some worrying changes in his game. He still has some good days, but on most he cannot perform a simple leap without problems. His past agility and sharpest edge seem to have been dulled by the potion! In his last game, for example, the first leap he took he landed on his face (with reroll), slightly injuring himself. The four or five following leaps in the same match he only barely managed to land (success on a reroll), but just barely. Him struggling to make the moves that used to come naturally from him has really starting to hurt the team. The other gutter runners are trying to take his place as the no1 player on offence and the team's morale is as low as it has ever been.

What I'm asking now is: where did these potions come from? Did anyone stop to ask any questions when we received them? Did anyone ask if there are any side effects in otherwise such a powerful potion? I know I didn't. I was blinded by the fact that I could heal a player from all his injuries. I never stopped to think there might be consequences for playing god like that.

I've come to the conclusion that the potions must've been made by an evil company who just wanted to get them tested as cheaply as possible. They then gave a sample to each coach on fumbbl, as a supposed gift, just to get a large test group for their product.

If what I hyphothesise here is the case then the joke's on you evil potion making company: you no longer can claim your potion wasn't animal tested. I've officially used it on a rat.