“Woodies really can score from anywhere, the fast little buggers.
Still, I would like to claim a moral victory on the grounds that I pounded the faces of the woodies until they ran crying back to their forests to inform all of their inbred kin of the losses of their loved ones.
"Uncle Hardan, did you and daddy win your game today? Did daddy bring me home a present?"
"Timmy........I have some bad news for you.....your daddy, Mark the hand.....well, he's (gulp) not coming home.......You see, he's gone to that place where all Elf Blood Bowl players eventually end up after 5 games or so..."
THE GRAVEYARD.......
It also seems that Tigraine couldn't take the Chaos Dwawf inflicted MIGRAINE.....”
Still, I would like to claim a moral victory on the grounds that I pounded the faces of the woodies until they ran crying back to their forests to inform all of their inbred kin of the losses of their loved ones.
"Uncle Hardan, did you and daddy win your game today? Did daddy bring me home a present?"
"Timmy........I have some bad news for you.....your daddy, Mark the hand.....well, he's (gulp) not coming home.......You see, he's gone to that place where all Elf Blood Bowl players eventually end up after 5 games or so..."
THE GRAVEYARD.......
It also seems that Tigraine couldn't take the Chaos Dwawf inflicted MIGRAINE.....”