Snippet #938363

Chuckling, the goblin answered, "You could call it that... But this? This is, Blood Bowl."

‘‘ To put it in simple terms the game is an epic conflict between two teams of armored and quite insane warriors. Players pass, throw or run with the ball, attempting to get it to the other end of the pitch, the End Zone. Of course, the other team must try and stop them, and recover the ball for their side. If a team gets the ball over the line into the opponent’s End Zone it’s called a touchdown; the team that scores the most touchdowns by the end of the match wins the game, and are declared Champions!

Of course some teams are not noted for the subtlety or originality of their game play. A simple drive up the centre of the pitch, maiming and injuring as many opposing players as possible, is about the limit of their game plan. They rarely, if ever, worry about such minor considerations like picking up the ball and scoring touchdowns – not while there are any players left alive on the opposing team, anyway.

If you are still alive after your tour of the pitch we will discuss your future further.

Now git out der and show ‘em what you are made of. Der about to kick off!”

No sooner had young Fast-Heart made it onto a large vacant patch of turf on his side of the pitch when the shrill whistle blew sending the grisly participants into motion. The stubbly legged gobbo took a short running start before a hop step and a whoosh sent the oblong projectile airborne from its holding tee. It seemed that the two, the ball and the new comer, were destined for each other as the inflated pigskin spun end over end like a lame duck towards him. Unfortunately, the near sighted kicker he had failed to take into account the sudden gust of head wind altering the outgoing trajectory as the prized object bounced several yards short of its intended mark coming to rest in a vacant tuff of grass behind the rough scrimmage wall of humans.