“[20:37] <Purplegoo> anyone got anything 230ish in TS? Dont be a stranger..
[20:37] <Chewie> and i'll take it.... you will have AV7 next time too! muwah!
[20:37] <Chewie> what div purp?
[20:37] <Purplegoo> R - am trying to give my CDs a pimping
[20:38] <Chewie> i only have my elves
[20:38] <Purplegoo> but they only get to play hardcore teams, so its hard to get blemish free games :)
[20:38] <Chewie> but go on then, i owe you a beating
[20:38] <Purplegoo> hmm
[20:38] <Purplegoo> where are they tr/ts?
[20:39] <Chewie> 216/199
[20:39] <Purplegoo> hmm - seems a bit of a mismatch to me
[20:39] <Chewie> probably
[20:39] <Purplegoo> well - if you're sure, I'd be dumb to say no
[20:39] <Chewie> but i'm in the mood to watch elves die
[20:40] <Purplegoo> here, robbie robbie robbie...
[20:40] <Purplegoo> 3 handis might screw me anyway
[20:40] <Chewie> i'd rather they were pacs, but you can't have everything
[20:40] <Purplegoo> proxy=goo
[20:40] <Chewie> k


When the handicaps came together to produce the scariest player that I've ever seen, I was bricking it. Robbie Fowler; 8 6 5 7 blodge, tackle, leap, MB. The thing was nigh on unplayable. What a player.

Then on turn 1, PI, and 2 Elves remained standing. Boot, BH, apo save, and the grind began. Chewie got zero (and I mean zero) on the dice front.

Lessons learned;

1. Try harder to talk him out of it next time, I feel dirtyish.

2. Chewie has more balls than a marble factory.

3. Robbie must die.

Cheers dude, we'll have an even dice game one day.”