“Jack and his crew were walking along the harbour of Tortuga, trying to find a brawl somewhere. Ye behold! 11 vikings tryin to pick up our women and drink our rum - why is the rum always gone? sigh...
So - Mr. Cottons Parrot started the fight by relieving himself down the neck of some poor viking sailor, who proceed to stay away from the fight...
At the end only a few pirates and fewer vikings were left standing - Tortuga left in a burning menace... tales will be told on the seas to remember the onslaught... raaaawr...”
“DeMaio "brothers of the spike wheel, we have ridden hard across the dusted lands of the Old, upon a road of pain that leads home. Time for a vacation...to...the Caribbean!"
All was great. Drink in one hand, cutie in the other...until...they showed.
A gruff pirate pushes down a chariot, which dominos down all the other chariots! "argh! to the bloodbowl fields with ye!!"
The norse chase the animal to the game field...where we met their friends.
Between the claw and the blazing sun the Norse didn't stand a chance. But we managed to put a bruisin on their parrot! yarrr!
DeMaio "Vacations suck...back to the road to Hell!"”
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So - Mr. Cottons Parrot started the fight by relieving himself down the neck of some poor viking sailor, who proceed to stay away from the fight...
At the end only a few pirates and fewer vikings were left standing - Tortuga left in a burning menace... tales will be told on the seas to remember the onslaught... raaaawr...”