“Well the Hammers were returning from a local charity match held for the local nuns...it was a nice day and a lot of money and honey buns were donated to the local charity. Of course the Hammers dismantled that local charity team but it was fun by all and a stellar day.

As the Hammers were returning to Altdorf a strange and cowled man approached...'Hey Hammers! that was lame, beating down the school of deaf and blind in a blood bowl match. Why dont we throw down right here and go at it in a real blood bowl match?' Well the Hammers are never ones to turn down the insane when it comes to Blood Bowl and get ready to thrown down on this guy. Then out of the woods come the shambling mounds of the UNDEAD!!!!! and some werewolves...'NECROMANCER, prepare to die!!!'

The Hammers get the kick off and immediatly start laying into the undead scumm. But for some reason our blows are stayed, our boots just bounce off their rubbery hides, our hands are covered in grease, our passes are deflected by gently breezes, our blocks are easily dodged and worst of all we forgot to put on our armor. It was a fiasco of titanic proportions. The necro scumm get the early TO and turn this match on its head. The Hammers are playing catch up the entire match and just could not get anything done. Maybe it was the full moon, the dark magic of their head coach or the reality that we are not as good as we think we are.

But no matter the answer to our futility the Hammers got humbled and rekindled our deep hatred and furry and all who play in the Box.

Post Pattern meets his end on that dodge out that resulted in a snaped neck! and Gorjo gets the 6 man pile drive of love and the bottom end of a massive pile up in the middle of the pitch, GLORIOUS!

So the Hammers sulk back home and vow from this point forward, no more charity matches, it makes us soft AND do not forget to unload you armor from the supply train before you play a match.

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