Makes the team's first foul game 1, turn 3, RIP on a rookie wood elf. After some help from his friend he runs through the gazed lineelfs and kills the ball handler, first blocking CAS. My opponent concedes.

Not a bad start.

Game 3 - First Vampire to bite a Thrall to death! Congratulations on being the first sacrificial Thrall, Snappy_Dresser!

I would foul you with the ref.
I will foul you just for fun
I will foul you when it's late.
I will foul you on turn 8

why would I ever want PO? I never choose that skill. and I never choose dp. and If my teams have dp's it's cause I miss clicked, just like I miss clicked 4-6 times on my undead team.

Just a guy who likes Blood Bowl. WHO WILL DESTROY YOU!!!!!

[20:49] princevaliant> there once was a vampire named synn, who made a pass for the win, although the pass failed and he was knocked off the field, his next skill is DP for the win
[20:49] LicentiousHamster> Haha
[20:49] Synn> \o/
[20:49] princevaliant> ok that was bad
[20:49] SillySod> nice one
[20:49] Synn> i <3 princevaliant
[20:49] princevaliant> I used the same phrase twice
[20:49] Synn> he is so emo.....
[20:49] Synn> so dreamy
[20:50] LicentiousHamster> -Nods- I'd hit it.

injured but unaged

A newcomer to the team, Impaladan is a fresh source of blood in NBL7s and will be the latest victim for this squad of neckbiters.

spock> lol, i wish i was a random DPS class instead of a warrior ;)


WoW nerd alert

Poor Azure has been a punching bag for a long time - how long til he goes *pop* ?

I recon ppl are as blatant in here as they are on the street.
I see before me sheep. Fouling sheep. "Urk! Something is alive!!! We HAVE to foul it!!!"
Baeaea baeaea. sheep!

Longest lived original Thrall

The Worlds Tastiest Thrall!!


Long ago Russo was wandering the fair valleys of Yorkshire camping, fishing and chasing farmer’s daughters, when a terrible incident happened. One night he settled down in the woods sleeping beneath the stars, he dreamt of a warm woolly feeling up against his neck.

In the morning he awoke and shaved in the local beck, only to find two strange marks on his neck. Thinking no more of it he assumed he had scratched himself on some brambles, or that Becky the last farmers daughter had been a little too vigorous in her demonstration of passion.

The rest of that day he wandered the vales and through the fields of sheep and cattle as he had for many days now. Strangely though he found his amorous hunger had reached new levels of desire. It was not till a week later when a full moon occurred that he realised what had happened; he had been bitten by a Were-Sheep!!

The warm woolly dream he had, had been his body telling him of the Were-Sheep’s deadly kiss…..Russo was forever changed…..

Russo’s appetite for breading and biting became uncontrollable and he ravaged the lands spreading and infecting thousands. Eventually the Authorities caught up with him and deported him to the West Coast of the US to live with all the other depraved beings, under the guidance of Prince Valiant :D

There he took up a new career as the World’s Tastiest Thrall, where he could repeatedly infect thousands of Vampires, and bite many other misguided deviants in the name of sport!

attack of the killer tomato

Habeli is anemic, sleepy and always late, therefore he is one of our most trusted players, because you can be sure he'll fail.

Coach tzilacatzin has been a good rival to me. Dirty coach? You bet he is! He pioneered the use of fouling in the No Block League to make it truly the bloodiest league in FUMBBL. How did coach tz become this way though?

As a boy, little tz loved playing outside, looking for neat things to see with his magnifying glass. One day, while watching a group of ants, they suddenly burst into flames! "How could that happen to those poor little creatures?" tz asked his mommy. Tz learned a valuable lesson that day. Tz looked for other things to start on fire with his magnifying glass, until the day he burned his house down.

With no place to live, tz took to the streets. Every day was a struggle just to find some old scraps of food to eat, or a warm place to lay down. Tz would wait patiently along the side of the road, waiting for a chicken to cross, and then would grab the chicken with his butterfly net and snap its neck to eat it for dinner. It wasn't until years later that coach tz learned he could use his magnifying glass to cook the chicken too! Times got so bad for tz that he had to resort to stealing. He would wait at a street corner for an elderly person to help across, and then would yank the walker out from under them, take her purse and run. Sometimes, tz couldn't resist kicking them when they were down.

On March 26, 2006 a Blood Bowl team owner spotted tzilacatzin doing some of his handywork and offered him a job. "Cleaning up the mess," is what the owner called it. Ecstatic to be offered a job earning a salary, tz jumped at the chance, not even knowing what Blood Bowl was. He was astounded that somebody wanted to pay him to play some sort of professional sporting game! A modest playing career saw tz not really good enough to score, or smart enough to defend, but he was very keen on kicking things that were laying on the ground. Tz was issued the 'Adept Fouler" award during his career, and was presented with a pair of golden boots by the team.

When tzilacatzin was forced into the ranks of ex-players from a particularly vicious block, he was moved to the coaching staff, first as an assistant, and was ultimately given control of a team, the Jonestown Massacre. Tz was able to bring the team to a winning record, inflicting carnage all the way, and continued to buy more teams after his continued success. Tzilacatzin is still coaching away, trying to figure out how to play offense. He loves short walks on the beach, and dislikes sauerkraut.