“Rumanski ... you told it like it was ... I can only add ...
The complete lack of Orc casualties at the end of this match, coupled with the smell of burning Dwarf flesh that pervaded the stadium prior to kick-off, has led me to suspect that foul, Nuffle-appeasing play was at work here. This was confirmed when my Apoth tripped over when running over to give Chard a life saving injection. Chard slipped away to the great Rubble Mound in the sky, and the Apoth was last seen wrapping himself in bandages and applying to play for an Undead team.
I am also now left wondering if that Troll Slayer-niggling rock that was hurled in the very last moments of the game, was perhaps guided to its target by Nuffle himself?
In the aftermath of the match, the VP-magnet, violent, myopic, lard-cake that is Radstock, picked up his 5th Award for "Achieving Virtually Nothing Whilst Being Armed to the Teeth". The Team Coaches in their wisdom decided to arm him for further failed mayhem with Multiple Block, but chastise him for his repeated uselessness with an AV-. "That'll teach the fat git" Coach Klutz was heard to mutter. ”
“a tribute to mr. king who excells at inviting shy mr. rumanski to a nice slapping between orcs and his dorfs. the first time there was a contagious failomania with both head coaches desperately longing for something to rip ones teeth in...
the dorfs came and outsprinted my green dumbheads. especially a young blitzerlad ,burnworthy managed, to slip through- my non existent cover.
the troll was early removed koed but came in the second halve and fell in love with these gorgous smelling grassroots while under constant bothering from some annoying redhaired tattoed freaks.
the monstermash in the middle of the road went on and some unworthy bloxx could be seen. my personal climax was after my courageous dash with a lino chased badly from the emerging dorf starplayer ended in a td at the end of the game.
my fellow headcoach prayed for an injury time and was quickly rewarded by nuffle and the fans who stoned the remaining slayer during the kick off :D -seriously unfortunately!
thx again for another really cool game, king!
it was indeed heart breaking when the aftergame proedure turned out to be very harsh to kings crew. three skill i guess and two agings one on his greatplaying burnworhty ag 4 dorfie but another versatile ag 4 blitzer emerged and :
- the infamous radstock dirtyplaying fatman-hurly-burly piling pancake got multiple block in order to flatten his victims AND to cheer king up.
cheers
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The complete lack of Orc casualties at the end of this match, coupled with the smell of burning Dwarf flesh that pervaded the stadium prior to kick-off, has led me to suspect that foul, Nuffle-appeasing play was at work here. This was confirmed when my Apoth tripped over when running over to give Chard a life saving injection. Chard slipped away to the great Rubble Mound in the sky, and the Apoth was last seen wrapping himself in bandages and applying to play for an Undead team.
I am also now left wondering if that Troll Slayer-niggling rock that was hurled in the very last moments of the game, was perhaps guided to its target by Nuffle himself?
In the aftermath of the match, the VP-magnet, violent, myopic, lard-cake that is Radstock, picked up his 5th Award for "Achieving Virtually Nothing Whilst Being Armed to the Teeth". The Team Coaches in their wisdom decided to arm him for further failed mayhem with Multiple Block, but chastise him for his repeated uselessness with an AV-. "That'll teach the fat git" Coach Klutz was heard to mutter.
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