“Ah, clearly the greatest game of Blood Bowl ever played…er …no. In our defence it was a game of two good looking, top coaches <coughs> playing fresh stunty teams and playing them beyond their skills. Few mistakes were made meaning that defence was always going to be on top. That combined with the Minotaur moving about three times in total – My beasts might be ugly but at least they moved to some degree. Played in a great spirit which was helped in my part as the carver had little impact and we all know how nasty they can be sometimes. There was this one time… at band camp… you know the story – If you’ve seen American Pie that is.

One notable event was the death of Hamsptead a friendly Halfling. It was fitting he was killed by my beast, sitting as he did, the entire match by his side, gazing up into his pustule strewn face, unable to escape the warm embrace of his many purple tentacles. I will treat him as one of our own and let Clementus know how he is doing.

So I say again, No to proposition 24.
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