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Match Result · Ranked division
Match recorded on 2003-06-16 01:52:43
50k
0/1/0
Player Performances
td
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mvp
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pass
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TOTALS
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Player Performances
td
comp
cas
int
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
TOTALS
1
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1
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#6 Johnssson'sssz – Broken Ribs (MNG)
#6 Johnssson'sssz – Smashed Knee (NI)
“Dear Mommy,
this is from a newspaper article about us:
"Hel' him fo' 'o'sza'e hel' him! Whe'esz sze 'amn a'o? Johnssson'sssz hu't he nee'sz hel'!". Ssszalon Sszelectivessz was furious running around the [safe part] of the pitch. After what seemed to be ages to him the apothecary finally arrived, out of breath and clearly smelling of alcohol. "Sziss, my f'iendssz, issz a Inju'y. I 'unno, *hick* whaszz I issz, 'u' i' loo'ssz 'nissze. Hehehe, *hick*, sszz", where the few words he uttered looking at the knocked down Saurus before he fell into a deep, not quite undisturbed (ever seen an angry skink?) sleep right on the pitch. Johnssson'sssz BloodBowl career was over after only 2 games played, yet he sticks with the Slurperssz - officially as an assistant coach, but given his average Sauri intelligence he seems to be more of a hindrance than an assistance. But stop, rewind, what had happened up to that tragic accident?
The Slurperssz were trying to help a band of Beastmen at taming some mino. And the Sauri were up to the task right from the start - three of them forming a wall to hold back the mino with their shared strength. And it worked, again and again the mino ran into the block and was forced down. Strangely enough the Beastmen didn't seem to understand that the Slurperssz only were trying to help them catch that seriously Mad Cow.
And then, finally, the Minotaur overpowered poor Johnssson'sssz, both of them falling down, leaving a seriously injured behind when the dust settled."
Some of the Skinks actually claimed that all that actually was a game of BloodBowl, but we Saurus don't belive them. None of use saw a ball anywhere. Or somebody passing. All we tried to do was helping to catch that wild animal.
A relative of Johnsson'ssz, to be precise the son of Johnssson'sssz' father's sister's husband's brother, joined the team. We call him Johnssson'sssz too, or Johnssson'sssz two if the other one is around, because learning names takes us so long. Besides he is named Johnssson'sssz as well, I belive.
With hugs and kisses,
<i>Washssz and gossz</i>”
this is from a newspaper article about us:
"Hel' him fo' 'o'sza'e hel' him! Whe'esz sze 'amn a'o? Johnssson'sssz hu't he nee'sz hel'!". Ssszalon Sszelectivessz was furious running around the [safe part] of the pitch. After what seemed to be ages to him the apothecary finally arrived, out of breath and clearly smelling of alcohol. "Sziss, my f'iendssz, issz a Inju'y. I 'unno, *hick* whaszz I issz, 'u' i' loo'ssz 'nissze. Hehehe, *hick*, sszz", where the few words he uttered looking at the knocked down Saurus before he fell into a deep, not quite undisturbed (ever seen an angry skink?) sleep right on the pitch. Johnssson'sssz BloodBowl career was over after only 2 games played, yet he sticks with the Slurperssz - officially as an assistant coach, but given his average Sauri intelligence he seems to be more of a hindrance than an assistance. But stop, rewind, what had happened up to that tragic accident?
The Slurperssz were trying to help a band of Beastmen at taming some mino. And the Sauri were up to the task right from the start - three of them forming a wall to hold back the mino with their shared strength. And it worked, again and again the mino ran into the block and was forced down. Strangely enough the Beastmen didn't seem to understand that the Slurperssz only were trying to help them catch that seriously Mad Cow.
And then, finally, the Minotaur overpowered poor Johnssson'sssz, both of them falling down, leaving a seriously injured behind when the dust settled."
Some of the Skinks actually claimed that all that actually was a game of BloodBowl, but we Saurus don't belive them. None of use saw a ball anywhere. Or somebody passing. All we tried to do was helping to catch that wild animal.
A relative of Johnsson'ssz, to be precise the son of Johnssson'sssz' father's sister's husband's brother, joined the team. We call him Johnssson'sssz too, or Johnssson'sssz two if the other one is around, because learning names takes us so long. Besides he is named Johnssson'sssz as well, I belive.
With hugs and kisses,
<i>Washssz and gossz</i>”
"...and we did chance upon a crowd of scaly half-breeds, who in their bestial haze did seek to besmirch the sacred game and expected us to match them. Though the spirit had long since been wrung from the wretches with me by the ministrations of the torture queen on the fetlock mangle, they did duly line up facing the lisping lizards, huddling as they did close against our beast, whose sensitive ears were ill-soothed by the piercing screech of the commencement tooter, and with a roar did charge off of his own accord, repeatedly reduced to recumbance by resourceful reptiles. How I longed for a troop of skilled warrior to teach the fang-toothed skitterers a lesson in *organised* chaos. But I relish the endless pain and frustration, it feeds me master, nourish me with your hatred! We lost 1-0 by the way, bummer..."”