Count Reiner Heydrich
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Comte de Malodor, Mr Grinch was talking about me.
Although, you probably do have offspring, knowing your "active lifestyle".
*Looks down at the pitch, recoils with pained disgust.*
It appears that the Marienburg Mullets have been utterly destroyed (in all senses of the word) by The Unwelcomed Fists! So much so in fact, that the Praag Pompadours have instantly retired and disbanded! And as for the Ulthuan Undercuts, they've been taken away by the Workroom Wenches to be experimented on by GoatToucher! It's so sad, but they were nonunion teams so, they won't be missed!
*Now turns attention to R2-FU.*
Good to see you again, would you like to be a commentator and/or referee?
Count Reiner Heydrich
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I shall take that as a "yes" to both. If you would like to join me in the commentator's box or head out onto the pitch, as the next match is about to begin. Crimson Spikes versus Durum's Destroyers! Once again, we've got dwarfs. They suffered a lot from their defeat by the Amazons, will they fair any better against the forces of chaos? Let's find out!
Count Reiner Heydrich
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Nice, you sure do know to pick them, daughter!
So, once these next two matches have concluded, we have:
TUNNELS AND TERRAS!
Chaos Dwarfs vs Lizardmen (Scarfaced Scavengers vs Tlanxla Terradons).
WINDS AND WAVES OF THE NORTH!
Elven Union vs Norse (High Seas Surfriders vs Norsca Rampagers).
STEPPING ON TIP-TOADS!
Halflings vs Slann/Lizardmen (The Lightfoots vs Lustria Croakers).
Count Reiner Heydrich
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The Crimson Spikes have got the ball and are running to the end zone...
Oh! But Durum's Destroyers have successfully stopped them in their tracks!
*The pitch is subjected to loads of mini scrums.*
Such ferocity, this really is Blood Bowl at its best!
*One of the dwarfs makes a foul, by knocking over a beastman and breaking his legs.*
Yikes! That's got to hurt! Looks like the referee isn't happy about it either!
*As the referee and the dwarf argue, the referee gives the dwarf a red card.*
And that's one team member out, but the Chaos Chosen are still lagging behind!
*Checks the scores.*
So far it's, Durum's Destroyers - 47, Crimson Spikes - 21!
Count Reiner Heydrich
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Look at all those snotlings, running amuck as usual!
They're what, sorry? Oh, gremlins! What's the difference?
*As Pulg's bands play their instruments, the Gremlins from the Kremlin get mulched.*
I just knew that was going to happen to the little guys.
*Meanwhile, a touchdown is scored by the Crimson Spikes.*
Looks like they've managed to even the score against Durum's Destroyers!
Count Reiner Heydrich
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It's a tale of two halves, ladies and gentlemen, but the outcome is still the same!
*As the last touchdown is made, the referee blows the whistle.*
That's the end of the game, and the final results are...
*Checks to make sure that everything is correct.*
Durum's Destroyers have beaten the Crimson Spikes, 124 - 80!
Up next, the Howling-Hills Hellions versus the Dark Ark Serpents!
Will the Chaos Renegades (not Chosen, as I had mistakenly said earlier, my apologies for that) fair better than the actual Chaos Chosen? Hard to say, they are against dark elves, we shall have to see!
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:shakes head: My dear, dear friends... I am afraid that you are suffering from dreadful misapprehensions: my calling is in opening minds to the delights available beyond the periphery of the conventional. Discomfort is one means to that end, yes, but it is, in the end, a means, not an end.
Further, mere physical... stimulation... is only the beginning. It is sometimes (but not always) a key to unlocking the doorway to a more meaningful sense of dread: One that is felt on an intellectual and/or spiritual level.
In the end, I am in the business of giving people what they need (whether they realize it or not).