“"ah we seem to have found some beaten up dark elves to play against elder magus"

"ah great nothing like beating some dark elves"commented the elder magus

"umm why do i get the feeling this will be nothing like beating some darkelves"

the elder magus didnt look impressed ,
"ohh" he added"make sure they put there armour on this time ,dont want another dabacle like last time do we "

And once more as the game kicks off in the first turn i suffer another casualty , making that 4 games in a row with at least one casualty in the first turn .

"oh but look master"
"we might score early" the prospect made the mad mage laugh until little beads of blood rolled out of his left eyesocket, the empty one that seems to look into the plains of all eternity and is probably the reason hes so mad , Id be mad as hell if i had no left eye and just an empty pool of nothingness to look into eternity with.
"and lo it came to pass that we did actually score , and whats more it was that idiot from scotland who did do it, the scotish elf whos name must not be spoken "

"umm im sure thats gonna bite you in the ass , the wise mage said as we foolish used the apothecary on a BH "
"but i so want to win one ....and they keep getting through the armour...you did tell them to put it on didnt you ?"
The young mage looked sheepishly at the floor then slowly backed out of the room.

"OOh that looked rough "
yeah i think hes broke that dark elves neck ...which is actually quite useful really , i mean they needthere necks anyway , well done whiny""oh wait hes got one of those magic sponge things hasnt he ..."

"ah great now we have scored again , that german fellow , you know the one whos surname we cant spell so we just call him the german fellow , hes gone and scored "

"Umm unless things radically change soon we may have to stop complaining about our luck , it seems sir , according to statistical anylasis by teclis industries , that we are being quite lucky..."


"Wahey second half starts and we score again 3-0 up ...what could possibly go wrong"

"badgers sir"

"parden"

"you asked what could go wrong sir"

"yes" the elder mage looked quizically at the strange smelling mage

"badgers sir...thats what could go wrong..."

"oh" said the elder mage...he didnt really see , but he didnt want to be seen as either rude or ignorant, so he kind of just ...well..lied..i guess would be the right word..

Just then Irefusedtobethelastonepicked grabbed the ball from the ruck and ran towards the end zone , he looked to be home and clear , until he tripped ..."who on earth let that badger into the stadium..."

The game was then over ...the elves had at last mastered the art of bloodbowl ,some of the younger mages had an improbtue break dance party on the floor ..it was all very uncivilised .

(thanks for the game mycroft , hpe you have better luck in the future games ...)”