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Match Result · Ranked division
Match recorded on 2003-04-07 23:42:13
60k
0/1/0
Player Performances
td
comp
cas
int
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
TOTALS
-
5
1
-
1
12
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-
-
-
-
#4 Consensusarion – Smashed Knee (NI)
#16 Solidaritieth – Dead (RIP)
Player Performances
td
comp
cas
int
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
TOTALS
5
3
4
-
1
31
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“The challenge against Noble Anarchists was issued, and Project stood still. It had been hours and the Anarchists hadn't answered. When finally Garm started throwing tables and pints instead of darts, Floki decided it would be better to find the high elves.
It was raining, and the Anarchist home stadium was empty. Blood was washed away from the pitch, making it look a dark and sad place. The elves weren't there. Their dressing room was decorated with blood, and it was more silent than the field. The silence was suddenly cut off by an almost inaudible moan from a nearby room. In the dark laid a lone high elf, badly injured. He could only whisper something about funerals before he passed out again.
While the rain kept pouring, the norse headed towards the ancient elven burial ground. Nine high elves just stood there silent, honoring the memory of their two fallen fellows. The norse could do nothing but watch the ritual in awe for hours, before Garm started to throw headstones and statues.
The elves were challenged as they were leaving, and the challenge was met. They were only nine of the elves, but they proudly walked all the way back to the stadium. And while they walked, the rain stopped and the sun came up. Moments later it was a perfect weather to play bloodbowl.
The field was green again when the Project entered the stadium, to meet their opponents. And only seven of the nine came to the pitch, as two of the elves were still mourning their lost companions.
Just moments on the field, one of the seven was mortally wounded. And if it haven't been for the elven apothecary, he would've kept lying on the field. If that wasn't enough for the Anarchist morale, just a minute later another elf laid dead.
After that it was nothing but a walkthrough for the norse. The elves could never really seize the game for a proper offense and the norse just kept roaming on them. On the dying seconds of the game, the sun went down again and a blizzard surrounded the stadium. While the elves were freezing to the death they valiantly stood up against the norse, in vain.
When the blizzard was over, the field was empty again. The snow had been coloured red from places, and the on the scoreboard read 5-0 for the norse. No one was at the stadium anymore. It was all silent again.”
It was raining, and the Anarchist home stadium was empty. Blood was washed away from the pitch, making it look a dark and sad place. The elves weren't there. Their dressing room was decorated with blood, and it was more silent than the field. The silence was suddenly cut off by an almost inaudible moan from a nearby room. In the dark laid a lone high elf, badly injured. He could only whisper something about funerals before he passed out again.
While the rain kept pouring, the norse headed towards the ancient elven burial ground. Nine high elves just stood there silent, honoring the memory of their two fallen fellows. The norse could do nothing but watch the ritual in awe for hours, before Garm started to throw headstones and statues.
The elves were challenged as they were leaving, and the challenge was met. They were only nine of the elves, but they proudly walked all the way back to the stadium. And while they walked, the rain stopped and the sun came up. Moments later it was a perfect weather to play bloodbowl.
The field was green again when the Project entered the stadium, to meet their opponents. And only seven of the nine came to the pitch, as two of the elves were still mourning their lost companions.
Just moments on the field, one of the seven was mortally wounded. And if it haven't been for the elven apothecary, he would've kept lying on the field. If that wasn't enough for the Anarchist morale, just a minute later another elf laid dead.
After that it was nothing but a walkthrough for the norse. The elves could never really seize the game for a proper offense and the norse just kept roaming on them. On the dying seconds of the game, the sun went down again and a blizzard surrounded the stadium. While the elves were freezing to the death they valiantly stood up against the norse, in vain.
When the blizzard was over, the field was empty again. The snow had been coloured red from places, and the on the scoreboard read 5-0 for the norse. No one was at the stadium anymore. It was all silent again.”
"What? You are challenging them now? They haven't even got off the field yet! And can't you see I'm still treating the wounded? You've got to be nuts to think they will play you right now!" -Kerrieth, the Noble Anarchists's Apothecary after the blood bath that was their 3-3 tie against the Guards of Hades
"Stop digging those graves and get back on the field boys!" -Coach Evo responds to Samuli's challenge
"Coach, my backs acting up again. I don't think I can play another game today especially after playing those nightmarish monstrosities earlier this morning." -Equitas giving coach Evo the bad news
"They refused our offer to play a game of sevens." -Primitivifil upon returning from the coin toss
"This should be a close game. After all one elf is about as good as two humans." -Pregame comments by Solidaritieth
"I told you you were insane to accept this challenge. I barely saved his life." -Kerrieth comments to Coach Evo upon returning from issuing some life saving treatment
"Contact the Wankers, tell them we'll be hosting another Touch Bowl. I think that's the only game we will be able to play after this one is over." -Half-time comments from Equitas
"I tried my best, but I've got no bandages, no salves, no poultices, no nothing. All I had were these stinking rags from those corpses over there." -Kerrieth, explaining why he couldn't save Solidaritieth
"Ref! You've got to call that! They can't keep on piling into us. That should be a penalty!" -Communitieth after yet another norse goes piling onto a downed anarchist
"There's nothing I can do! I've got absolutely nothing left! What? Do you think I can do magic? Yeah, I'll just kiss it and make it feel all better." -Kerrieth losing his temper after Consensarian is dragged off the field because of a vicious spear by a norse opponent.
"There were just too many of them and that ref was brutal. They shouldn't be allowed to dive onto us after they've knocked us down. That's just plain wrong! Where's the nobility in that? If we had a full squad, we'd have showed them how to REALLY play the game." -Post game comments from Communitieth
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