“Constant whining was the theme of the day, as Relezite (Or Whinypuss McWhimperdsnap the Babynator, as I like to call him) mourned every linerat that went prone as though I had personally jammed a knife into his mother's liver, and punctuated every turn with an attempted foul. In addition, I could smell the fetid odor of his manstink through the internet.
Sir, the game is called BloodBOWL, not whineyratbowl.
Sir, the game is called BloodBOWL, not whineyratbowl.
D- WILL NOT PLAY WITH AGAIN”