“After a hard fought match the pesky Wood Elves managed to scrape an equaliser on turn 8 of the 2nd half. As a parting gift the Skaven degenerates decided to stick the boot in at which point the limp wristed yet mealy mouthed Elven coach started hurling abuse!
Despite their feral nature the Skaven held their tongues and resigned themselves to the fact that their attempts to cripple the fairy long-shanks were fruitless.
And I will go unto the altar of Nuffle: To Nuffle, who gives joy to my bloodlust!”
Despite their feral nature the Skaven held their tongues and resigned themselves to the fact that their attempts to cripple the fairy long-shanks were fruitless.
And I will go unto the altar of Nuffle: To Nuffle, who gives joy to my bloodlust!”