“The Rangarok-n-Rollers came into this match with all the spirit they could muster - fresh off the longboat, full of ale, and ready to kick someone's teeth down their throat.

Yeah, well, that didn't happen. Not even close.

The Norsemen spent most of the match getting beaten from pillar to post by a pack of severely pissed-off orcs, with the only consolations in the loss being that a) the score wasn't much higher than it actually ended up, and b) none of the Norsemen's injuries were long-term ones.

The RnR'ers didn't look like a Blood Bowl team tonight (unless, of course, you're counting Snotlings... then they looked a LOT like a Blood Bowl team). They just looked like a bunch of beat-up guys with beards and horned helmets who really need to learn what the hell they're doing out there before someone pulls their spines out.

Plenty of credit to the orcs, too. They played just like you'd expect orcs to play - angry, strong, and bloodthirsty, with occasional focus on the ball.”