“With no dirty player and 10 ogres lining up against 4 mummies and a motly crew consisting of a single decent player - the sack of old bones Fibula - this match had danger written all over it. The only beneficial sign was the lack of ogre training (just two rerolls).

The first half proceeded fairly ominously, as the Khemri KO box started to fill. A mummy was hurt badly enough to sit out the rest of the game. The ogres were unusually on top of their bonehead issues, and it looked like a matter of time before the defense would fold. Suddenly a gap was left, a blitz ra slipped through and brought the goblin ball carrier down. The ogres retreated, retrieved the ball. Cometh the hour, cometh the skeleton. Fibula slipped in, the ogre was felled, and the star skeleton emerged with the ball. He sauntered out of reach to confidently bait his large opponents before stepping over the line.

A mummy down, the second half looked a challenge. However, a strong Khemri line defeated an increasingly scrappy ogre display. The frustrations were evident as Coach Holsbrink lost his cool and his ogres started to wonder where they were on a more frequent basis. 2-0 and Holsbrink resorted to throwing a goblin. The ragged ogres fell apart, opening up as they scratched their heads and the throw fumbled, the goblin dropped on the floor like a brick. A mummy stormed in, critically injurying a goblin. The apothecary picked him back up. Another mummy stomed in, killing another goblin. The ball was free, a player downfield. Who but Fibula to wrap his metacarpals around the ball and pick out his team mate to wrap up a 3-0 thrashing of the dismal Stupidest Team.

They say if you've never seen a skeleton smile, you've never seen Fibula play Blood Bowl. His bones were made for this game.”