“Another one for the weather in the Bearskins second League match for season 1. Having had their dinner with the retired Hooligans cancelled, they found themselves in a swampy jungle, on an ad hoc blood bowl field, facing a bunch of small lizard creatures.

The pounding rain hadn't stopped falling for several days and the Bearskins were soaked, matted, and cranky. The slimy reptiles might like it like this, but these barbarians had definately been stuck in the jungle too long. Time to vent some frustration!

Kick off... Smack! Pow! Wallop! Crunch! Arrrgghh.... the whistle blows and the 3 remaining lizards stumble from the pitch. Plenty of back slapping and a few lewd jokes about blue tongues and detachable tails from the Bearskins.

Hmmm... I wonder what kind of beer they brew around here?

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Thanks for that, Miyuso. Great attitude despite the senseless beatings. I've had better games as I'm sure you have too. I'll have to give you a real one some day...”