Personality goes a long way, and Jules could be even
more right in the Old World. Sometimes it feels calming
to read jovial chatter while your team comes to pieces.

Where the furry hordes of the whacky feline lord march to
war, all the world trembles. Did you ever rejoice together
with your foe over that he Got the Ref? So let the dogs out.

There was a moonless night in Nachtburg when he was
brought into this world. From that time he is ad infinitum
doomed to sitting in his armchair and dealing with morons.

When your players fill your cas box with all seven shades
of shit kicked out of them, possibly your opponent was really
unsportsmanlike. Or, possibly, you are an idiot, hahaha-haha.

In the dreary hillside of Baranya youngster males have to
score with a kroxigor to reach man's estate. Sadly there
are some wretched fellas who lose their mind therefore.

Indians highy respected them as spirits were believed to
talk through their mouths. Be that as it may, they name their
players like "My Death Is Three Metres Long". Gone fishing.

Cold weather, monotonic landscape, plain gastronomy
based on snails and utter lack of sexual activity make
dreaded coaches out of Jacques Cartier's descendants.

After some exchange of courtesies a thralling punches a
hole in your black orc blocker's skull. And when you try to
mouth your gun, you feel a bit ashamed of your clumsiness.

When the fledgling clone of Luke Skywalker came into the
business, just a few did foresee a smiling maniac whose
longbeards have just placed an upteenth foul somewhere.

The pointless existence of <a href=http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=player&player_id=2095590>Beta Version</a> gained a reason while
he was ordered to lay out <a href=http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=player&player_id=2280433>Selenia Darkmoon</a>. Sadly Selenia
had three and a half times more movement points. Such is life.

Skynet is sleeping, but there are disturbing signs of a dark
future. On the 2nd April 2003 a pocket calculator became
self-aware and began his world famous blood bowl career.

Hear me now oh thou bleak and unbearable world,
thou art base and debauched as can be -
and a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled
now hurls down his gauntlet to thee.

Everybody knows that the easiest way of scoring with your,
say, bull centaur is picking up the ball and walking straight
ahead. Eight tackle zones make only weaklings hesitate.

Someone originated from a land with the highest suicide
rate in Europe moves to a country where nights take two
weeks. Yeah, it sounds like a game winning combination.

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