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<td><b><i><font color="#C00000" face="Arial" size="3">Fear Da Clown!</font></b></i>
Scored my first touchdown today, in a game against Tiranoc Steeds. Those High Elf jocks were making fun of my make-up! Learned martial-arts to knock out the next guy who calls me a girl. That'll teach 'em to laugh at me!
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The first of the Rusty Razorz to kill a man (rather, elf) on the Bloodbowl pitch. The sensitive Blitzer coped by declaring the hand that landed the killing blow not an actual part of himself, claiming the fist had a will of its own. Thus his name. And if you witness him laying into an opponent with unbelievable cruelty, he just wants you to know, that's not really him doing that stuff... It's the Ghosthand!

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<td><b><i><font color="#C00000" face="Arial" size="3">Ghosthand + Mindkiller >>> Lorku & Lornu</font></b></i>
Ugly game, ugly ugly game. Played so bad we lost 1-4. Everyone was off their game, even Mr. Pain-in-the-ass. Felt like punching everyone of my teammates in the fucking face. Couldn't do that, of course, so some Raiders had to stand in for them. They were Dark Elves too, so it wasn't hard to imagine for me. Mindkiller did the same. Cripples some Lino named Lornu, wait, no, Lorku, put him out permanently. Medics didn't even so much as flinch as he laid whining on the pitch, holding his smashed hand. Was my turn afterwards and I hit a fellow named Lorku, no Lornu so hard in the skull, it cracked and blood spilled out. He saw the light, you bet on it. Didn't walk towards it, sadly, the medics pulled him back. Pity they hadn't used the apothecary to treat Lornu earlier, but he was just a lowly lino. Poor shmuck.
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<td><b><i><font color="#C00000" face="Arial" size="3">CD Burners got BURNED!</font></b></i>
So, today I caught my teams own kick-off and rushed the ball into the endzone before any of my clumsy dorf opponents had so much as moved. They stood there as if struck by lightning, or by a Blitz rather, wondering what had just happened. They're slow movers, those guys, and even slower thinkers, but in this case they got a good excuse: I JUST BLEW THEIR MINDS.
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<td><b><i><font color="#C00000" face="Arial" size="3">Names starting with Lor- have short careers</font></b></i>
Rough game today, tied for our highest loss to date. Too many causalities to stand a chance against a full-sized squad of Raiders with plenty reserves in the box. Then Pain slipped near our endzone and conceeded an easy touchdown. Raiders took the gift and it was clear we wouldn't win this one. So Ghosthand and I decided to have our own little fun and to take out our frustration on our opponents. I smashed the hand of some line named Lorku, ended his career right there, short while later Ghosthand nearly killed one fast bugger of a Blitzer who had been causing us trouble the whole game together with that mountain-sized mutant freak of his. Now get this, the Blitzers name? Lornu. Lorku and Lornu. Parents, take heed, if you want your kids to have long and healthy lifes, don't give 'em names starting with Lor and ending in -u with some random consonant in between. Something 'bout it, makes you want to rip their throats out and stomp their face in.
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Real Name: Louis Maria Ladyfat
Online Handle: P@1n
Obnoxious saying: "Do you feel my pain?"

Pain wanted to become a ballet dancer when he was small. Secretly he is preparing his own choreography of swanlake which he wants to dance in the endzone the next time he scores a touchdown.


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<td><b><i><font color="#C00000" face="Arial" size="3">The Pain of being a Star</font></b></i>
Had a decent game today. Was somewhat painless except for getting the wind knocked out of me a few times and dropping the ball once or twice due to a sore arm. Still got two completions and two assist. I was crowned a STAR PLAYER post-game. The first of the Rusty Razorz evar. You know what that means? Even more Blitzers gunning for me in the next games. Ah, the pain of being extraordinary.
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<td><b><i><font color="#C00000" face="Arial" size="3">Anyone seen flying pigs?</font></b></i>
I tripped up on a dodge. I - tripped up - on - a - DODGE. I TRIPPED UP on a fucking DODGE. What the hell, this doesn't happy to me. It simply doesn't. Once in a blue moon, no, less often than that, once in a blue moon with pink unicorns circling around it in orbit! Even Hate could have done it better than I did, and that is after he got his back broken today. To really rub it in, a Raider picked up the ball I had dropped and carried it into our endzone. Add insult to injury and call me Happy Buttercup. I spent a bit of time throwing passes back and forth with Despair, he's got talent. He's easily the teams most agile player... right after me. Hopefully that'll help ease the pain.
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<td><b><i><font color="#C00000" face="Arial" size="3">Touchdowns are overrated</font></b></i>
So, Pain and I sacked the nancy elf quarterback, and, like, there were two of us against one right? Bit unfair, if you ask me, but that's how the world works. But Pain, as I said, there were two of us, and he passes the ball to me as soon as he picks it up, and is like: You go, I stay here, I've done my work. And I'm all alone now. So I run like hell towards the endzone. Had no choice but to score, right? Took the fun right out of it.
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Joined the Rusty Razorz for their thirteenth game and wears the jersey number 13. Badly hurt herself in her very first game on her very first blitz and indeed her first action ever, in an crowdpush attempt gone horribly wrong.

Intercepted a Dumb Dictator pass, thus preventing the Dictators from scoring and giving his own team the chance to tie. If the pass had been completed, the Dictators would have been gone ahead 3-1 and the Rusty Razors would have despaired, but the interception prevented it. Despair does not realize the irony of this.

Following his remarkable feat of agility in the form of a interception, Despair spent the second half of the game against Raiders Squad practicing passes back and forth, under personal coaching by star line-elf Pain. It paid off and Despair was rated the teams second-most agile player.

Real Name: Anton Easylife
Online Handle: Ag0nY!
Favorite Website: www.darktopic.com

Agony was told by his psychologist to stop whining about life and to start dealing with what life throws at him. As practical excercise he has to block the biggest, meanest, most unfriendly opponents he can find. The approach has had some success: Agony learned to take what is thrown at him, but still can't enjoy life because he spends his time between games in the hospital bed, recovering from his latest practical excercise. The psychologist is collecting his fees, and now so are many doctors.