Lace McBrace, a hippy at heart,
In peaceful ways she plays her part,
But on the field of Blood Bowl, she's a star,
With kills so high, it seems bizarre.

She weaves and dodges through the fray,
Her opponents left in disarray,
And though her ways are nonviolent,
Her game is still the most tyrant.

Some may wonder, how can this be,
This gentle soul with such a high degree
Of brutality, of aggression, of pain,
But they don't know the whole of her game.

For in her past, a dodgy deal,
A timeshare scam that made her feel
The harsh reality of deceit,
And left her heart a little beat.

So now she channels all her ire,
Into the game that sets her on fire,
And though it seems a contradiction,
She finds in Blood Bowl her addiction.