…a new distraction?
Having only just submitted my first entry to the '4th Analogue Hobbies Painting Challenge' is was time to dry off the brushes and avail myself of an incredibly generous offer to to join 'The Dark Templar' and 'Bullcher Feb' for a day of Blood Bowl action!
Now it has to be said from the outset that I have very little experience of this game other than what I have picked up from ogling the outstanding creations on David's 'Laughing Ferret Lab' and catching up on Paul of 'The Man Cave' and Right Stuff's outings Down Under - that, I'm afraid to say, may have to change!
Having braved lashing rain and howling gusts on the journey up to Bull's (the last time I went it snowed - is it me or are the dice Gods trying to warn me away from the Dark Side?), I fell into the usual manly trap of convincing myself that I knew exactly where I was going, promptly heading off in the wrong direction, only to arrive later than planned and soaked through - great start Michael!
It is not my place to comment on the games in this post, I will leave that to the Gentlemen in question, but would most certainly encourage you to visit their respective weblogs, but I do need to say that more convivial surroundings, one couldn't have wished for - vitals and laughter abounding as I witnessed, what can only be described, as some of the direst dice rolling ever - six ones and two double skulls in a row!
When it came to my turn to run the undead team for a half, I was already hooked and so you can imagine my excitement when in turn two I launched the ball towards an unmarked Ghoul only inches from the end zone only to see him fumble the ball - no doubt too busy picking the rotting flesh from his teeth, resulting in Bull's Goblin, 'Yakstick Sticky Hand', running the length of the pitch to score at the other end - this I understand, encompasses the vagaries of the game and what made it huge entertaining to me.
And so it is that I must thank both Gentlemen for allowing me, once again, to gatecrash their day's gaming and equally curse them both for the seed that they have planted in my already distracted mind! Clearly I need a team to call my own, but what would it be? I have already spent an evening looking at the varied options open to a chap, but would happily entertain suggestions - a Victorian Gentlemen's eleven perhaps?