I am now THE cheerleader. Even Buffy agrees.

But I have work to do.

That said, time is arbitrary. I am arbitrary. When you can just drop out of the sky and take the ball, why would you waste time sucking PeteW's cock? You wouldn't. Would you?

I am Chimbrolfrequesa.

Deel w/ it.

Also I am Princeza of Spazia & Valentjia.

Signed before the team's fifth game, and a regular in the side ever since. Somehow, Can't Climb Trees has managed to land himself the cushy job of being the team's kicker and captain, with the result that he spends most games as far away from the opposition as is elvishly possible.

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Can't Climb Trees was my first player ever to reach the 51 SPP mark without Ageing!

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Now busy with the team Thrower's massive attack issues.

U.N. Known

This elf was encountered during the team's sojourn in Lustria. She says she came there to conquer the country and find gold … but she has now settled for joining a Blood Bowl team.

Once upon a time, in a Sunderland far away, even LaLa had imitators. They come back from L.A. (=Amerika Latinica) all the time. Y'know?

Curro is heading for Ma'rid.

This elf won't tell anyone his name. He will only shout, "<a href=http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=player&player_id=4498670>REITZLING!!</a>"

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DR#1F blog:

Day 1: I now exist with my own Essex voice.

Apparently.

I just became an Assistant Coach. If I get RIPped (aka raped?), I have assurances now. Y'know?

My "real" name was Rehioarnalkofiernev.

Slav elves are different too. Shta onda chekash?

Day 2: Essex seems to have imploded.

It is being invaded on all sides.

Londoners? … They exist!

But the main threat proved to have been Colchester all along. It turned out that Colchester, the oldest city en Angleterre, had decided to become, once again, the county town of Essex.

Collecting all three of his sabres — aka, Shaun Keaveney, MarK Radcliffe and, indeed, even Stuart Maconie — he travelled immediately (this is Lamaq, we're talking about here, btw) to Colchester itself, raised an army of Ipswichians, and ravaged Essex brutally until David Beckham, Jamie Oliver, everyone still calling themselves 'Daniel' (for no particular reason), the entire population of effing Chelmsford (aka, Camford South?) and, naturally, any Ipswichians dumb enough to attempt to infiltrate (Tom Battersby).

In the mean time, you should see what my correspondents are up to!

Good luck out there, dumbass Essex boys who aren't even English?

Laterz! XD

Day 3: It is the year 89, Our New Calendar.

I will correct my entry format accordingly, in the next entry.

Aydinsday, Year 91: I have finally been informed of the names of the days of the week.

They are as follows: Moonday, Chewsday, Aydinsday, Torsday, Freiday, Samsday, Soonday, Totherday.

Day 4: It may be Aydinsday 15, Year 91. The future was slow to start, but we seem now to have achieved ignition.

Shuttles to Mir and the Moon are now frequent. Naturally, I prefer to take the bus.

CCT took us to visit his presumed cloning place … It was a burnt-out dump.

I wish transfers were possible in this so-called 'sport'. However, only some team run by some coach with the name of "Dread Claw" (of all things!) will even consider an *unofficial* transfer move for me — and even he insists that I must die and/or retire before he will consider it.

Worst of all is my fear that I may be subjected to such a transfer and yet remain here, at Condemned to Death, as an Assistant Coach (presumably, some kind of shadow clone remnant/ghost) as well …

Still, on the positive side, team morale is *very* high (even by our standards) — we did just take a trip to the Moon, after all! Better still, I can't even remember the last time we had to play a real match!

… CCT even just chatted me up a bit — which was as odd as usual. However, it did have the (expected, actually) side-effect that that Catcher with the impossible-to-pronounce name (Ulanarakyasharaterene) is giving me the eye—

And, er — she is too! She just updated her bio right while she's … … Excuse us! XD

Day 68: Years have passed.

I am downloading. In every sense. I have become distributed.

... I am not just talking about CCT's latest formation. In which I do indeed have a 'free' role ...

Well, that's the internet for you.

The war continues. As usual, I'd rather be playing Blood Bowl. It's far more dangerous of course. But at least there are plenty of after-show parties. Plus, even when it's ages between games, most of the team hangs out. We're all quite hot, y'know? Especially the girls. Even the ones with loads of injuries tend to be all right. When they're on their backs the niggles don't tend to matter so much.

But I digress.

Yeah ... Getting tired of this war.

We've pretty much shut Essex up though.

At least for now.

Laterz.

Day 2506: I did not yet reach what turns out to have been Drepan's home town (Trapani).

However, I did kill a Human today. =)

It has recently been discovered that Ulanarakyasharaterene was Hubris Rakarth under a drow matriarch's spell (turning him into a little blonde Wood Elf) all along.

I was surprised too. Can't Climb Trees was not.

PS — I was the cheerleader all along. But now I am not. Consult the archives.

PPS — Let's get this parti startet rite?

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I am currently making a *deep* investigation of Drepan Reitzling's #1 Fan. ;)#

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My hamstrings are beginning to cease to play up. I think I will be back at top speed before long.

I would like to thank the following fans: * Apothecary Rat; * Doc Rat; * Doctor Rat (slower, but less likely to go all 'Hi, I'm ...', etc., on you); * Nick Rat (just a thief); and * Storm Rat (Guardian of the Saga).

The team found this player while on the road, near an infamous prison for criminals convicted of capital crimes. He was covered with earth and appeared to have dug his way out of a nearby grave. He claims to remember nothing of his past, but immediately showed talent when he began training with the team.

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Once upon a time there was a cat's claw. I blunted it. I live in Dinxperlo and have my own whetstone. ;D

See you in a WIL, SickMoss.

Belialing her Stuart heritage — right Alice? — Disgrace bubbled fast into an incapable playerette.

#KOEK(a)?

Am I an Artificial Neo Mitochondrial Heroine too?

#ANMH(t) @RNR

Sprouted and grew to full-size overnight on a pitch watered with the blood of Condemned elves.

The team have never seen this tree move, and are convinced that it is just a big plank of wood which opponents seem to spend a lot of time hitting …