NOTE: THIS IS LONG AND TOTALLY WRITTEN FOR FUN. Feel free to skip it if it's too long for you :P
Bubblin’ Lizard Lake. A retirement village for all those Lizards that just couldn’t make the cut in Blood Bowl. Statues of a few of the more famous Blood Bowl adorned the front lawn. Lil’ Skittles Makin’ it Rainbow and Gemini Raptor were two of the more noteworthy sculptures, though there was now one under construction nearby.
Admiring the pieces of art was none other than Sir Albert Gallahad the Third, fresh off of his retirement from the Ragin’ Pink Lizards, and complete with a top hat, monocle, and a cane.
“Ah, yessssss. I heard you were looking for me. Being one of the few actually educated Lizardmen alive, I can sssssee why you would want to sssspeak to me about thissss. But the mosssst important game? I don’t know anything about that other league. They don’t even have a champion in their rankssss, sssso who caressss about them.
Thisss week, The Busssty Bruisssserssss hossst for the Get Hurt Kickerssss. The beautiful babesssss will bring the brawl to blood bowl today, and will show that they mean busssssinesssss. It will be a high sssscoring game, 3-2 final for the Bruisersssss.”
He took a sip of his tea.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile, in a dark, smelly pub deep in the alleys, a little gnome flashes you a yellow-stained toothy grin; he’s holding a gold pocketwatch that he’s slowly swinging back and forth. The gnome is so short you can hear the bottom of the watch scrape the ground each time it swings.
“So you want to hear the most important matchup this week for your “Gog weekly” league? I always favor an underdog story, so league 1 isn’t worth my time. However, the playoff race for your second league… There lies an interesting tale.
This week’s pic from me is the Hamburg Hammerfists as they travel to face the Anti-Anemia Alliance. The fists seem to be lacking their star player this week, as Turgrok Ironfist is too busy being nursed by is momma to come to play. The vamps will take advantage of this, taking the game to a 1-1 tie, but won’t be able to take over the game as the Dwarves will grind their thralls to dust.”
He winks at you, “Come back next week, there’s plenty more where this came from.” and he slowly faded into the darkness. Only the scrapes from his watch signified he was ever there.