Let me weave for you a tale of misery. Or for you with no blood in your veins, the tale of a gloried victory. For rest, a story full of extreme pains.
Once a team of Cougars quite young, their heroics still unsung, went against the great undead, whom everyone should dread. They played a game of Blood Bowl, where you're supposed to score a goal.
The undead had a mummy named Kling, whom you'd find guarding the line. Cameron of the Kittens was first to feel his sting, when the mummy nearly broke her spine.
One down were the Kittens now, but down they would not bow. The mighty Zara went after the ghoul - the one with mouth full of drool, and nearly brought him down. Then sang the heavens, down to teams made of elevens, and fired down a ball of fire, with effects quite dire. For the ball was left loose and after it they went, like chasing a goose with a neck very bent.
Demi was one to gather up the ball but then broke out a brawl. Jennifer was carried out for she was hit by - there is no doubt - a ghoul named Pebblebasher, quite a smashing trasher. And the ball was once more with the already dead, and towards the goal they once again fled.
Then struck Teri, her aim so true and hands like glue that he got the ball to carry. But before you could even hear an ooh or a boo, came a wight striking with all of his might, and down went Teri like a fragile fairy.
Ball now in hands of ghoul came a play so foul that you could hear children weep. For the dead had another mummy named Klang with fists that truly sang and Felicity Lynette's game was done. They say she'll never be same, for they say that when her skull broke, down went her flame and thirst for fame, and all that was left was smoke and they never again heard if she spoke.
Then came the hurrah and mardi gras, for the undead scored, bashing the ball down to grass.
Riot broke out, when they kicked the ball, hooligans in the stands no doubt, starting a brawl. The Kittens with the half of a half to play, went after their pray. They tried for the goal and a score they almost stole but then what was heard was a whine. For Eve had dodged, only result of which was, a shoulder quite clearly dislodged. Out she went, all her will now spent. Then came the blitz quite ghoulish, and do not be so foolish to assume that the result would be anything but boom and doom. Kittens, they never truly recovered and then it was discovered, the half had now ended and sores could be mended.
At the start of the half they call the second, for Kittens a small glimmer of hope beckoned. As even though they were only ten against eleven, they were not a pack of hen. Teri Susan - the one with fire still in her heart - took a zombie apart. He never returned and it looked like the game had turned. Then struck Zara, one called slayer, truly a fearsome player. A stab. Just a small jab. That's all it took, and out went a ghoul, like a fish in a hook and the stands shook from the cheers. And now they were ten, women against those once called men, that now counted only nine, and you could see a hope shine.
Sadly, it would not be. For however gladly I would like to tell to thee that they broke free, scored a goal and won the bowl, it would not be, that was clear for everyone to see. Those who witnessed what happened, say that the sky blackened and all hell broke loose with the Kittens heads in the noose. Ball was bravely carried, although they were closely harried, by those already once buried. And down the Kittens went one by one, some of them stun, none of them having fun. There was Pebblebasher, there was Kling, there was Klang, and so hard their fists sang notes of doom that it would be foolish to presume it would not end in a bang.
Kristen dodged right and zagged left, running in a fright, all hope bereft. For now they were four against nine, in a short time, and not within the sight of the goal line. Lana was knocked out, Anne took one in the snout. Marcia almost broke her back, hit by a thundersome whack. Demi was fouled so hard that her ankle jarred. Susan left the field, as there came a blow she could not shield. Finally even Kristen was forced to yield, loosing the ball in a fall. But still she got up and tried again, but there would be no running lane, her tries clearly in vain. For everywhere she looked, there would be only mummies glee and she could not brake free, from the arms so tightly hooked. The half nearly at the end, the Kittens spine would finally bend. Kittens and the ball went down with a bounce ...and hope... left of hope was not even an ounce. A ghoul quite foul took the ball and with a smile extremly bright, handed it off to a wight. Zara still tried to save the day but could not, I have to say. Pushed back twice she finally took a whack that made her see only black. And then they scored, the men of night, as all the Kittens were now floored, and they could not give them any more fright.
So ends my tale with the numbers that count, and fearsome is their amount. Nine casualties the Kittens were counted to suffer - could the game have been any rougher? Goals that were scored came to be two, both for the team with stronger kung-fu. So won the dead, ones everyone would be wise to dread.
After this historical ballad, some more straight-worded comments: At the first half the game promised to be a tight one with Nattbowlarna scoring after a tight tussle and Kittens getting a failed dodge away from getting an extremely likely score. Unfortunately Kittens had to spend all three (yes three) apotecharies already at the first half and still started the second half with 4 women out of game permanently. Second half proved to be a nightmare with 4 more Kittens either BH or SI'd and 2 more KO'd. Kittens still managed to keep the ball until the second to last turn but then it was 4 against 8 and Nattbowlarna had no trouble taking the ball away and scoring on the final turn. 2-0 for Nattbowlarna with some radically awesome gaming skills shown by Mr. B.
Once a team of Cougars quite young, their heroics still unsung, went against the great undead, whom everyone should dread. They played a game of Blood Bowl, where you're supposed to score a goal.
The undead had a mummy named Kling, whom you'd find guarding the line. Cameron of the Kittens was first to feel his sting, when the mummy nearly broke her spine.
One down were the Kittens now, but down they would not bow. The mighty Zara went after the ghoul - the one with mouth full of drool, and nearly brought him down. Then sang the heavens, down to teams made of elevens, and fired down a ball of fire, with effects quite dire. For the ball was left loose and after it they went, like chasing a goose with a neck very bent.
Demi was one to gather up the ball but then broke out a brawl. Jennifer was carried out for she was hit by - there is no doubt - a ghoul named Pebblebasher, quite a smashing trasher. And the ball was once more with the already dead, and towards the goal they once again fled.
Then struck Teri, her aim so true and hands like glue that he got the ball to carry. But before you could even hear an ooh or a boo, came a wight striking with all of his might, and down went Teri like a fragile fairy.
Ball now in hands of ghoul came a play so foul that you could hear children weep. For the dead had another mummy named Klang with fists that truly sang and Felicity Lynette's game was done. They say she'll never be same, for they say that when her skull broke, down went her flame and thirst for fame, and all that was left was smoke and they never again heard if she spoke.
Then came the hurrah and mardi gras, for the undead scored, bashing the ball down to grass.
Riot broke out, when they kicked the ball, hooligans in the stands no doubt, starting a brawl. The Kittens with the half of a half to play, went after their pray. They tried for the goal and a score they almost stole but then what was heard was a whine. For Eve had dodged, only result of which was, a shoulder quite clearly dislodged. Out she went, all her will now spent. Then came the blitz quite ghoulish, and do not be so foolish to assume that the result would be anything but boom and doom. Kittens, they never truly recovered and then it was discovered, the half had now ended and sores could be mended.
At the start of the half they call the second, for Kittens a small glimmer of hope beckoned. As even though they were only ten against eleven, they were not a pack of hen. Teri Susan - the one with fire still in her heart - took a zombie apart. He never returned and it looked like the game had turned. Then struck Zara, one called slayer, truly a fearsome player. A stab. Just a small jab. That's all it took, and out went a ghoul, like a fish in a hook and the stands shook from the cheers. And now they were ten, women against those once called men, that now counted only nine, and you could see a hope shine.
Sadly, it would not be. For however gladly I would like to tell to thee that they broke free, scored a goal and won the bowl, it would not be, that was clear for everyone to see. Those who witnessed what happened, say that the sky blackened and all hell broke loose with the Kittens heads in the noose. Ball was bravely carried, although they were closely harried, by those already once buried. And down the Kittens went one by one, some of them stun, none of them having fun. There was Pebblebasher, there was Kling, there was Klang, and so hard their fists sang notes of doom that it would be foolish to presume it would not end in a bang.
Kristen dodged right and zagged left, running in a fright, all hope bereft. For now they were four against nine, in a short time, and not within the sight of the goal line. Lana was knocked out, Anne took one in the snout. Marcia almost broke her back, hit by a thundersome whack. Demi was fouled so hard that her ankle jarred. Susan left the field, as there came a blow she could not shield. Finally even Kristen was forced to yield, loosing the ball in a fall. But still she got up and tried again, but there would be no running lane, her tries clearly in vain. For everywhere she looked, there would be only mummies glee and she could not brake free, from the arms so tightly hooked. The half nearly at the end, the Kittens spine would finally bend. Kittens and the ball went down with a bounce ...and hope... left of hope was not even an ounce. A ghoul quite foul took the ball and with a smile extremly bright, handed it off to a wight. Zara still tried to save the day but could not, I have to say. Pushed back twice she finally took a whack that made her see only black. And then they scored, the men of night, as all the Kittens were now floored, and they could not give them any more fright.
So ends my tale with the numbers that count, and fearsome is their amount. Nine casualties the Kittens were counted to suffer - could the game have been any rougher? Goals that were scored came to be two, both for the team with stronger kung-fu. So won the dead, ones everyone would be wise to dread.
After this historical ballad, some more straight-worded comments: At the first half the game promised to be a tight one with Nattbowlarna scoring after a tight tussle and Kittens getting a failed dodge away from getting an extremely likely score. Unfortunately Kittens had to spend all three (yes three) apotecharies already at the first half and still started the second half with 4 women out of game permanently. Second half proved to be a nightmare with 4 more Kittens either BH or SI'd and 2 more KO'd. Kittens still managed to keep the ball until the second to last turn but then it was 4 against 8 and Nattbowlarna had no trouble taking the ball away and scoring on the final turn. 2-0 for Nattbowlarna with some radically awesome gaming skills shown by Mr. B.
