“From prior experience with the pouring rain that seemed to follow the Conquerers where ever they went, the team learned during this match to not take it as a foul omen, but to use it as an advantage against the fastest and reputed best ball handlers around, the highelves.
Masterminds from the past faced of against equally brilliant strategists, some even had an odd resemblance to eachother!.
It would seem that this day brute force combined with mediocre ball play would win the day for the Conquerers, more brutal matches had been seen even though a nasty blow almost felled one of the elves if not for the quick intervention of the field surgeon. Seeing the efficiency of such a medic in action the Conquerers immidiately hired one of their own, their next battles would be against teams of power and brute force, a medic would be very handy...
With fairness in mind, it should be mentioned that The Conquerers fans did not waste their foul mood on bad referee calls but instead subdued the ref for the entire match replacing him with a more greenskinned version.”
“Excerpts from the film "Saving General Bonaparte"
Genghis Kahn: "We are gonna kick some orc ass baby! WooooooI"
Cut to a seven foot tall orc blitzer connecting squarely on Khans jaw, Khan sways for a while (in slow motion of course) and collapses in a heap on the ground.
The next 4o minutes is a scene of much carnage as the orcs brutally move thier way up the beachead/battlefield, bogging down occasionally due to the pouring rain but always managing to reagin mementum
Voiceover:
"That was pretty much the order of the day, orcs bashing around puny elves, nothing serious, just some friendly pushing an shoving. Rainy waether mad it impossible to play proper 'elfball', so the Generals settled in for a bit of the old 'rough and tumble'"
The sound is cut and a screaming Napolean is seen charing forward in an extremely reckless manner.
Napolean Bonaparte:"I can do mon ami. I will keel u all, filthy rotten englishmen, uh, orcs i mean".
Bonaparte succeds in breaking through the line and making inroads in the orcs territory. Satisfied he truns around and head back to the his own troops unfortunately he mistakes Alexander the Great for his onw teamate Alexandros Phillippou Makedonon and runs a little to close to him. An extended arm then clotheslines the little emeperor who looks gravley wounded. Lucky a doctor is quickly on the scene. Dr Who steps out of the tardis and applies a gentle shiatsu massage to Napoleons cranium thus resucitating him.
The last half hour is again of a sea of green running rampant over some valaint but outnumbered elves.
Credits:
Executive Producers:
FLo711
KorKrest
This has been a BloodBowl production in Association with Fumbbl.com
2003 ”
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Masterminds from the past faced of against equally brilliant strategists, some even had an odd resemblance to eachother!.
It would seem that this day brute force combined with mediocre ball play would win the day for the Conquerers, more brutal matches had been seen even though a nasty blow almost felled one of the elves if not for the quick intervention of the field surgeon. Seeing the efficiency of such a medic in action the Conquerers immidiately hired one of their own, their next battles would be against teams of power and brute force, a medic would be very handy...
With fairness in mind, it should be mentioned that The Conquerers fans did not waste their foul mood on bad referee calls but instead subdued the ref for the entire match replacing him with a more greenskinned version.”