Finally got my lazy ass around playing this match. I've had around 5 glasses of whiskey tonight, so my game sense is a bit off. But hey, what's the worst that could happen?
Astute viewers may notice that we've played against these guys in a previous tournament. The main thing that held them back then was a lack of rerolls. Nurgle has rectified this in a big way, and they have been joined by a famous bard to make up for the untimely death of Trash in a game vs goblins. (Am I reading this right? Goblins? Strange things are afoot when AI plays AI).
I was momentairely tempted to spend some of our 340k in inducements on a spare apo and some bribes. But then I remembered we're too badass for that kind of popamole difficulty adjustment shit.
The Chaos All-Stars receiver has an AG of 4, a MA of 8, dodge, sure hands and two heads. He's basically a beefy gutterrunner on crack-cocaine.
If he survives this match, we may just have to poach him for our lineup.
Kickoff!
The crowd are unable to contain themselves. Rioting all over the pitch sees half the players going down. Including, mercifully, most of our line of scrimmage. Cleve, Kaiserin and Defjam101 all have block, claw, mighty blow and tackle -- They friggin' hurt!
....As demonstrated by Cleve. His titanium bones shatters Brother Nones legs, and he goes down clutching the bloody remains of his knees!
We use the apothecary. Huge mistake! For a moment, I thought this were LRB4 rules, in which a niggling injury is a terrible, terrible handicap. In hindsight, I should've let Brother None run with the injury. LRB5 niggles are NOTHING compared to LRB4, in which they gave a 1 in 6 chance every game of the player being unavailable.
Meanwhile, a botched pickup roll from the All-Stars opens up an oppertunity for ComradeCommisar to blitz the carrier and take it to 1-0
The Barbarian moves to secure the ball...
...But Aziras shadowing causes a turnover before the goats can defend him properly
Surprisingly intelligent cage setup. Initially, Elwro was going to mark Wartig. A 1d block from ComradeCommi would've opened the door for Mike Jahn to blitz the barbarian.
Further analysis of the scatter locations for the ball in the case of going out of bounds revealed Chaos were in a better position to recover it. So we went for a Cage Crumbler™ instead.
Zappater fails a go for it. Trips in his own bootlazes, and suffers a minor concussion. He'll wake up before next weeks match. Probably
nomask7 shows how they deal with suspected jews in the third reich. With apothecary wasted on Brother Nones knee, there is nothing we can do. You fought bravely, Azira. Codexia is proud
Since we've managed to get some receivers into the Chaos half, Mike Jahn decides it's time for the Barbarian to meet his fans
The scatter is practically a present for Flying Spaghetti Monster
Andy frees the ball
ComradeCommisar avenges Azira! Not content with knocking the furfag down, he shows the world why we wear spiked cowboy boots. A vicious stomp to the nether regions lets out a collective groan of agony from every single male spectator in the stadium.
No more
for the goats. Gentlemen, ComradeCommisar just gave us a new signiature move. Learn from him.
FSM shares the
with Mike Jahn
Resulting in a sweet 1-0 lead!
Halfway through the first half, and we're out of replacement players. These brave few eleven are all that's standing between the beautiful, chaste maiden that is Codexias honor, and the machete rape gangs of the furfag mutants.
anus_pounder puts his guard skill to good use, allowing Elwro to introduce himself to the Barbarian...
...resulting in a perfect scatter...
...Which allows ComradeCommisar to send the ball on to GarfunkeL!
GarfunkeL survives the blitz...
...Allowing FSM to get into the endzone to receive...
Chaos manage to end the half with 3 KOs, none of which wake up before halftime.
After a full half of being repeatedly punched in the face by Cleve, Brother None finally snaps and brings CowZilla down
Sillelak is quick to seize the initiative!
Through expert techniques taught to him by Shaolin monks, he manages to break several of Cleves titanium bones. Sadly, the All-Stars has a mechanic om hand. Cleve will return momentairely, once he has received spare parts
We need to score quickly for a chance for our KO'ed players to wake up. Flying Spaghetti Monster makes for the endzone...
anus_pounder hands off to Mike_Jahn...
...Who makes a sweet pass to FSM!
Only one of you wake up!
Cleve's rage continues unchecked. GarfunkeL called Grimoire popamole, resulting in massive butthurt. For GarfunkeL. Ouch.
Brother None sees the writing on the wall and fakes a knockout before I manage to send him in to distract a raging aussie nutter
ComradeCommisar lands a sweet uppercut on DefJam101, sending teeth and spittle flying
nomask7 continues his crusade against jews, tranny elves and horses.
We leave a gap in our defenses, hoping to lure the furfags into slipping up and exposing their carrier
As expected, a greedy shift allows ComradeCommisar to get intimate with a goat
The scatter is decent. FSM faces a 4+ pickup with rr. 75% success chance is acceptable.
Success! We can live with an inaccurate pass to anus_pounder, as we've screened him quite well. Everything but a 1 (fumbled pass) and we're golden
The Barbarian lets rip with a speed normally reserved for german tanks cruising through Poland
anus_pounder with a pass to ComradeCommisar sets the Commie up for a lovely blitz into range of the endzone
....Wait, what!?
Butterfingers! Amateur! Shit, this is looking bad.
Is this how you repay the brave sacrifices of your BROs? You should be ashamed.
The furfags are, for some reason, hesitant to retreive the ball. There is a slight chance of redemption
....And it is intercepted by a rookie in 2 tackle zones.
Fortunately, Cleves spare parts were not bolted on correctly. In an embarrasing demonstration of engineering ineptitude, he loses a leg on the pitch in the middle of a blitz
Undead Phoenix blitzes ComradeCommisar free
...Allowing him to reach the endzone in the final turn of the match...
Mike Jahn prepares to end the game on a high note
BUTTERFINGERS!
The scatter is abysmal, allowing the Barbarian to pick it up and throw a long bomb
...And it's 3-2
All of our winnings are gone to spiraling expenses. But it's our first 20/20 match rating
Fraps didn't save the screenshot of the player stats screen
....And Flying Spaghetti Monster finally has his wish. Back on page 1, you wanted me to shape you into a Tough Guy. Here is your mighty blow. Revel in your badassery!