“This game included THE definitive example of how cruel nuffle can be to vampires. Most of the dice were fine... but fast forward to turn 4 or 5 ish.

The Clan Baali vampire stands up. He feels peckish. Looking around he realises just how hungry he is, oh look, that sweet, sweet thrall with blodge and agility four looks tasty. Mmmm, agility four. Gotta get over there, dodge... phew, lucky we covered dodging tacklers in team training. Anyway, there he is, better run over there. "Hey, hey you!" Shhlurpp! Mmmm, this thrall is so good, agility four makes them so juicy. Better fill up so I don't need another snack... mmmmmm, RIPilicious. Ooops, ohshit, that was our playmaker wasnt it. "Apothecary, get over here, doublefast". Hmm, watching him run across, his gentle gait... so, tempting. better not, oh, go on, just a little nibble. Ooops. He's dead too now. Uh oh, the boss is gonna be pissed.


This was a pretty violent game, as ever with two vampire teams. Two basher teams (I'm looking at orcs) rarely spread nearly as much blood across the pitch when they play a derby as happens with vampires. I think only chaos derbys match or beat the scale and consistency of blood spilling.

It was a bit of a pushover, the teams werent too well matched. Morleys revenge struck only minor players who were apparently wearing butt plugs anyway (patent pending).

The luck was probably averageish on both sides (barring the moment of YUM!) with a foul removing a vampire but the ref balancing it by removing the offender and their coach (me). I think I can be happy with the win.”