The final whistle had blown in the Brightstar Vixens - Cold Snap(ABBL Season 3, round 6) and the result was not good.
The players limped and shuffled into the change rooms, collapsing at their lockers letting their helmets fall as they massaged wounded shoulders, rubbed damaged knees and leaned on sore knecks.
The doors where thrown open in an explosion of movement and sound as the players jerked upright as one wincing at their bruised bodies.
"WHAT THE F#$% WAS THE HORSES@#$??"
Although rhetorical players looked uneasily at each other hoping that someone had the answer.
"I MEAN HONESTLY WHAT WHERE YOU DROP KICKS THINKING OUT THERE? You trained well, you knew what to do, you got your self in the perfect positions AND THAN YOU FAILED TO EXECUTE!!!".
Coach Olaf stormed around the room glaring at each player until their gaze went unsteady and peared down to the cold concrete floors.
"Its embarrasing to be associated with such a group of dropkicks who seem to have an issue playing against women. FOR F#$@S SAKE!!! Olav Dovig not only cocked up with his blocking but than ended up dying because of it. P@## POOR....PATHETIC!!!!
Now I have to hire Rulf Horris who is a talentless git of a player to last the remainder of the season, because guess what..>THATS IT WE ARE BROKE!!!...NO MORE PAYS UNTIL WE START WINNING AGAIN..."
Coach Olaf let that statement sink in before continuing.
"Out back I have some concrete and tea spoons, I suggest you all take a spoonful and TOUGHEN THE F#$% UP!!! 2 games left....If you guys dont get at leat 4 Casualties per game....you might as well start looking for a new job..."
As Coach Olaf stormed out of the room the players took their previous positions. A few shaking heads left no uncertain feeling in the room, change was in the air.
- Damien
Aug. 5th, 2010
Cold Snap - Medical Report
Date: Abbl Season 3, Round 5 Re: Ongoing injury concerns
PLAYER REPORT Henrik Morten Team Captain. Speed not necassary but would have been handy. Was going to place Kick on Defensive Thrower and allow Henrik Morten back out in the wing. With decreased speed better suited to a half back position.
Georg Anhalefer A hopeless ability never used. Player would be better off removed from the team. Wait till a game appears with no missing players and remove. Possible Assitant Coach.
Mani Andreason Increased agility gives this player some functionality, but limited speed negates that. Second drop replacement.
Leif the Dangerous Niggling injury means nothing to overall effectiveness when on pitch. Keep until Niggling injury kills or further maims.
CONCLUSION Blood Bowl is violent, but why injuries of the same nature? Possible training fatigue injuries? Maybe decrease training or keep a fresh pool of players to cycle damaged stock.
- Damien
July 23rd, 2010
Records for the ages
The Skinned Cat was unusually quite as the final whistle sounded from the large Crystal Ball in the corner of the room.
There was still the usual roundy supporters of the Cold Snap cheering and hooting around the room as one over indulger decided to start the chant "repeat, repeat".
Joe and Chris turned their heads from the Crystal Ball to look over their shoulders and the source of the noise, hands never leaving their steins of the dark ale the Cat called its Gruness a strange mix from the fabled land of green clad munchkins.
After a huff and shake of the heads both men turned their attention back to their ales.
Once a hearty pull was had on the steins it was Chris who commented first "10".
"Maybe, if they win again. I reckon the team will leave if they dont."
"Yeh...so, do you reckon, you know..."
"I aint saying it either Joe"
"Maybe we should ask our mate over there."
Both characters made the same motion over their shoulders to look at the rowdy group still chanting repeat.
As one they moved their attention back to the steins. As they lifted the steins the same word uttered from both lips just before the steins made contact.
"Bloody idiots"
- Damien
June 29th, 2010 - old news
The Pain
Georg Anhalefer sat on a rough cut chair made of an indistinguishable wood, his right light pushed ahead of him, his left leg tucked under the chair. His crunches where together resting on the right arm of the chair.
A bead of sweat trickled down his brow.
Georg Anhalefer was an involuntary member of the team having been forced into his position by previous slaves. Over time, however, he had become a part of the team and was just as much a part of the team as part of a family.
But today he was scared. He sat outside a wooden door that simple had COACH scratched into its surface. This was the first time he had ever been summoned before the coach and his heart beat faster.
After what seemed a life of torment a gruff "Enter" was heard from within.
Georg Anhalefer struggled with his crutches and after much effort, noise and time shouldered open the door. Coach Olaf was perched on the front of his desk, arms crossed, legs crossed in front of him.
Olaf made a gesture towards a chair that looked decidedly more comfortable than the chair he Georg Anhalefer had just left.
Georg struggled to the chair and collapsed clumsily down.
"How are you feeling Georg?"
Georg was taken aback by the small talk "Well apart from this leg, not bad."
"That is the reason for this meeting. Over the past 3 seasons you have managed to be injured twice, and to be honest, you have lost a touch of pace."
Georg swallowed hard, this was definitely not going the right way. As he shuffled in the chair his crutches clattered to the ground sounding off the answer to the rhetorical question.
"Georg, you are dead weight, we have to let you go," Georg's head sank forward. "but not yet. We have just hired Rauđúlfr the Fearsome to replace Sweyn The Crazy. The thing is the next game against the Beastmen promises to be bruising. So while you are healing we will keep you in case we run out of players, your only hope of more time is the demise of one of your teamates."
"So, I am not fired yet coach?"
"Not quite, but should someone else disappear, you will be gone."
"But coach, Arold has done nothing so far, surely he should be first to go."
"That may be Georg, but time has to begiven to the newer players, your time is done, as is this meeting."
Georg looked at the Coach and saw the finality of his final statement. So he gathered his crutches and shuffled out of the door. Possibly for the final time.
Knud Thorvald
