Mage League Bloodball

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Satyrday - Peril 11, 2601

Hysterikan League

Killerelfia, Pansylvania

It was duelling flingers at Shiv Park through 4 innings as Fatlicker SP Meroibo Jumpsgirdle and Fright Sox SP Arodoce Fightershooter both had 3-hitters going. Then the dirt ceiling fell in on the Fats in the 5^th. Dark Elf Loweye singled at the top of the inning followed by a botched grasstrimmer to 3B Patchbar. With two on, Jumpsgirdle from Scaryland served a fat fling to Zotenkyl Pearlchaos (.435,1,6) who drove it 401’ and dropped the bloodball off in the left field grandstands. Just like that it was 4-1 Sox. In the bottom of the 9^th, the score was 5-2 Fright Sox.



Dark Elf Silentgash came into the game to start a fire. After fouling off six bloodballs, leadoff clubber Jumpsholm hit a crossbolt and was on at fist. Butterbur walked and Rusheaver got a grasstrimming single to load the bases with three furry-footed Fatlickers. Bunchild hit a grounder to the deep short and he was able to beat out the hit despite an attempted trip by C Demonstraveller and a back-kick to the shin by 1B Pearlchaos. The bases were still clogged like a toilet with Halflings and one run was in. 5-3 Sox. Silentgash struck out a swinging Primpie. One away. Prouddore hit another crossbolt and it was 5-4. Then Silentgash walked Patchbar and incredibly it was 5-5. Fortunately Silentgash finally woke up and got the next two clubbers. Extra innings.

Nothing dramatic in the 10^th and 11^th - a couple of fans plunged to their deaths from the grandstands, a few muggings, someone tried to set the visitor’s dugout on fire, and there was a brief scuffle with drawn swords between rival Fatlicker and Fright Sox fans.

In the top of the 12^th, Loweye singled of Millgirdle with one away –his third hit of the game. Millgirdle decided to prepare a slimeball by rubbing the grease of a chicken wing that he had stuffed in the webbing of his glove. It might have been effective against the next clubber, Braveweasel, but when Millgirdle saw Loweye taking a big lead off of fist base, he flung the bloodball to try to pick him off. A great throw –1B Rusheaver tagged Loweye … with the chicken wing… but the bloodball itself had rolled to the fence. Loweye snickered and strolled into second. The clubber Braveweasel hit a groundhog and Loweye stood defiantly on third. Two away. With first open, it would have been wise to walk Pearlchaos especially since he had clubbed a homer earlier. Instead the un-wise Millgirdle gave up a shot by Pearlchaos to left off the fence and Loweye scored the go ahead run. Silentmaw struck out and the top of the 12^th ended: 6-5 Sox.

With one down in the bottom of the 12^th, Newville singled to left and LF Silentmaw couldn’t get a handle on it, and Newville reached second on the error… the tying run in scoring position. Ah, Fatling hopes were raised! … In vain. RHP Earthall struck out Jumpsholm looking at a mosquito on his elbow, and then Gilgar Worrycleve struck out swinging ... his body swung around in circles and he fell down. Game over. The Fatlickers were 0-5 for their young and so-far fruitless season. Quikargo raised its record to 4-1 – a half game behind first place New Ork.

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Satyrday - Peril 11, 2601

Hysterikan League

Screwloose, Misseri

Despite 10 Ks by thunderballer RHP SP Redush Bladeshaman, the Screwloose Frowns had taken a 3-1 lead over the soaring Yanknecks.

Bladeshaman had let loose a wild fling and had two outs in the 8^th when Mgr. Roidoc Newbur shuffled out to the mound. The Halfling had the ceremonial silver hook raised in his hand signaling that Bladeshaman was finished for the night. The furious Blademan roared out a curse that could be heard in the stands and mangled the bloodball with his claws. He dropped the shredded cowhide remains into the outstretched hand of Newbur and walked away. The home town Dwarf fans at Warthands Park hissed and booed but suddenly stopped entirely probably recalling what he had done to the boodball. He gave up only 5 hits including a three-run homer by C Axehunter in 7.2 innings.



Dwarf SP Honar Kragpick was sailing along and was still flinging in the 9th when stormy seas started. Minus Quartztracker crossbolted a double to right to start the 9^th followed by a single to left. The elfielder, Stonegrinder, picked it up and slingshot it home, but Minus scored making it 3-3. Iceminer bunted the pinch runner Bravebattler to sock’em base. Wightfielder Bloodtracker muffed a fly by Quarryminer . Bravebattler scored. 4-3 Necks. Kragpick unleashed a wild fling and there was a runner on 3^rd. Godsspirit relieved and Mancrusher on the first fling doubled. 5-3 Yanknecks.



Honar Kragpick

The Frowns threatened to tie it in the 9^th, scored one and had the tying runner on, but Orc Greatcutter got Mounainmolder to fly out. Five straight wins by the Yanknecks 5-4.

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The Shape-Change Fling

The changeling or shape-change is one fling that baffles many bloodball clubbers. It has a disturbing effect on the poor clubbers because as the name implies, the shape-changer alters the flung bloodball’s appearance or shape as it nears home plate. To some clubbers, a face appears on the ball, and it can be a visage of a loved one, an enemy or even the head of the clubber himself. For example, Orc clubbers see the horrible horned face of Gork as it speeds towards them. The clubber either is reluctant or too surprised to whack at it, or too eager to swing his club because of its terrible looks. The shape of the ball can also seem larger or smaller or take on a different appearance like a bunch of coiled-up snakes, a mass of thorns, or a tumbling blade or brick. Aimed at certain body parts, the flung changeling boodball can cause the clubber to flinch or recoil involuntarily. It’s a legal fling because no one but the clubber can see it – neither the grabber or grumpier either. What they see is an ordinary bloodball. When a clubber protests, the grumpier reluctantly examines the sphere, but of course, nothing is ever visible to a non-target person. Whether the shape-change is magically-doctored or mentally-produced is a secret of its flinger practitioners who recognize its advantages, and they aren’t giving the bloodball world answers.

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Satyrday - Peril 11, 2601

Hysterikan League

Slashington, DK

Elf SP Battledew had a shaky 1^st inning allowing the first three batters to get a single, a free pass to fist base and a double by Fangstick. Then he balked and Fangstick rumbled home making it 3 –0 Red Pox. The Elves of the Craptail City encountered a tough shape-changer in SP Sobx Skullcracker who blanked the Gmashnails through 3 innings, and when he started the 4^th, he had a 4-0 lead. Rootflute doubled in the bottom of the 4^th and it was 4-2 Red Pox … and that was how it ended. Skullcracker (1-1, 4.61, 7K) flung a 5-hitter in 7.2 innings, and reliever Stonegouge got the save. Bosstown was now 3-2 for the year in third place.



Dathroat, Mashagain

The exuberant Tusker fans shouted their lungs out, “Da throat!, Da Throat! Da Throat!” - the spine-tingling battle cry of the Ogres - as Yerrog the Acquisitive blasted his second homer of the season in the 3^rd off SP Suden. Also Turereth the Vulgar ghost-washed the Insanes over 5 innings and it was still 1-0 Tuskers. But it was the Insanes who would go for the jugular. In the top half of the 6^th, a walk, error and a single made it 1-1. After Bildhofen flied out, Carro had a crossbolt single and it was 2-1 Insanes. There was a thunderous and angry growl among the nearly 17000 Ogre bloodball fanatics. Vulgar got the next two batters out.

The restless fans perked up when two Tuskers got aboard on singles in the 8^th. With one away, Varget the Villainous hit a liner to wightfield which dropped in, and speedy Yerrog the Acquisitive came dashing home. Rf Bildhofen with an average arm scooped the bloodball up and heaved the orb home. Yerrog slid towards home plate with claws extended and fangs ready. C Winrich slammed the bloodball into Yerrog’s open mouth and he was … Out! Score remained 2-1 Insanes.



Endal Suden

Bottom on the 9^th. With Hinz relieving Suden, pinch clubber Thorrak the Sinister managed a one-out single. Thousands of fangs in Rigged Stadium drooled. Hinz threw his 97-99 mph thunderbolts and the next two clubbers flied out. The Inanes had won it with Suden (1-1, 0.60, 10K) getting the win, and Hinz notching his second save. This loss came despite the fine 4-hit flinging of Tuskers, hard-luck flinger Vulgar (0-1, 1.29, 7K) and Thumper (0-0, 0.00, 4K). Disgusted Ogre fans groaned and did a moderate amount of senseless vandalism before trudging out of Rigged Stadium.


Turerth the Vulgar

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Satyrday – Peril 11, 2601

Irrational League

New Ork, New Ork

Mager League Bloodball action from the Pogo Grounds - SP Torgelt the Unbearable was the victim of his own horrendous flinging – a wild fling, a hit clubber, 10 runs allowed on 10 hits in a mere 4.1 innings - a stellar performance against the Goblins of New Ork. RF Szakb Madkiller (.556, 0, 2 rbi) had 4 hits leading the Tyrants to a 10-4 rout of struggling Quikargo Klubs who dropped headlong into the dank 8^th place pit. SP Dustb Battlchain (1-1, 4.50, 6K) flung a 7 hitter.

Screwloose, Misseri

In the 2^nd, Screwloose Bullpen Coach Minotaur Goldenhoof was leaning against the bullpen fence in partly cloudy Warthands Park chewing on grass and intently watching the Pies manhandle Dwarf SP. Hillcart got into a gooey jam after allowing a leadoff single. With one away, The jam-smeared Hillcart masterfully pinpointed and plunked two clubbers – Longpond and Proudback - to load the diamond with furry feet. No call for him yet on the bullpen hellfone. Instead Goldenhoof could only vent silently to himself and stomp on scurrying rats on the ground as 5 runs scored.

Trailing 5-1 in the 5^th, Goldenhoof got his first call from Manager Hinto Greenhouse to get someone warmed up. Finally! The bullpen coach lit a match to a branch, held it under the feet of the dozing Fisin Holymountain, and yelled at him to get off his butt and start flinging.

Halfling Bobo Stonefettle singled to lead off the 5^th. Goldenhoof snorted and spurred Holymountain to fling faster. One down and then Hillcart flung a wild one into the dirt raising a cloud of dust. The bullpen coach knew the hook would soon be shown to Hillcart. In fact, he could see the hook gleaming in the manager’s hand in the dugout. Longpond singled and then Proudback slammed a three-run homer, and it was 8-1 Pieplates. More Bruthean slugging by the Piggspurgh Pieplates at the expense of so-called Bard flinging. The hellfone rang. Hillcart was hooked. “About @@#% time!” he roared. Holymountain jumped over the bullpen fence and got into the palanquin drawn by two snotliings and rode to the mound. The Dwarf fans rose and raised their overflowing steins to give a toast to the new flinger. Mgr. Greenhouse shoved the bloodball at his reliever on his arrival to the hill saying, “Get these little #@&%# out anyway you can!” Holymountain nodded grimly. He has an excellent sweeper and speedball and got the next two clubbers on fly balls.

Still behind 8-3 in the 6^th, Goldenhoof got Deathkiller up and throwing up (he was still upset at having been banged up by the Pieplates the day before). Holymountain served up a juicy melon to Worrycleve (.360,1,2 rbi) and it was 9-3 Pieplates. Two more scored in the 8^th as the ineffective Holymountain gave up a two-run double to Perem Butterthistle. Goldenhoof swore so loudly the remaining bullpen relievers shivered in their shoes, and he yanked up Deathkiller by his jersey collar again to get ready.

Goldenhoof sat on a stool in the pen, and to pass the time he began to file his horns. Nearby fans reached down and rubbed the sharp horns for luck. Goldenhoof smiled back at the brave Dwarfs. In the 8^th Holymountain got the leadoff clubber out but he was drooping. Goldenhoof received another hellfone call. “Give me another righthander.” Goldenhoof had Deathkiller ready to go. Before Deathkiller left the bullpen, Goldenhoof towered over him and warned him, ”If you allow any more runs, I’ll break both of your arms!” and he patted him on the back to instill confidence as he left. Having that threat on his mind, Deathkiller struck out two and gave up a single hit over 1.2 innings. Even though “Greenhouses’ Goofoffs” had lost 11-5, Goldenhoof smiled and felt a small bit of progress with the twerp Deathkiller.



Killnoise-born SP Nildo Diggerbuff (2-0, 2.77, 10K) checked the Dwarfs on 6 hits in 6 innings. Proudback and Butterthistle hammered in 3 runs apiece as the Pieplates now had a 4-1 record while the hapless Bards fell to 1-4.

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Continue to be impressed by the effort you put into this. Good stuff!

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Originally Posted by Celtic Forever

Continue to be impressed by the effort you put into this. Good stuff!

Thanks, bloodball fan! I appreciate knowing there's someone in the stands rooting for these critters in jerseys.

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Satyrday - Peril 11, 2601

Irrational League

Sinsensty, Ohwhoa


Grave's Mgr. Rorghorg the Hungry

The Graves Ogre Mgr. Rorghorg the Hungry shook his head in wonder when he noticed his Elf bloodballers reciting classical poems to each other in the dugout. “Whatever makes them wins, it’ fine with me,” he thought. And they were winning! His Elves buried the Imperials with their clubbing - 16 hits including five doubles –two by Hotlance (.348,0,3 rbi) – and 7 runs. And his flingers were putting the death shroud on Imperial clubbers with SP Coldgold (1-1,3.38, 7K) flinging a 4 hitter over 8, and Mightyruler getting them out without a baserunner in the 9^th.


SP Delur Coldgold

To celebrate the win over the Sinsenasty Shreds and to build some team rapport, Rorghorg turned to his bloodballers and began, “You know, I’ve got a poem for yah. “ The bloodballers perked up their pointed ears. Rorghorg began, “There was once a maiden from Sinsenasty, who had the rep of being an easy patsy …” His victorious Elves whooped it up hearing his ribald limerick. It was something they would never dare think of saying. The Graves pulled even with Brokenlymb and Piggsplurgh for first place at 4-1.

Killerelfia, Painsylvania

The Philbellies were getting their fill of the rampaging Brokenlymb Daggers. The Daggers bashed back-to-back homers by RF Warbreaker (.375,1,2 rbi) and CF Gravelshard (.350, 2, 10 rbi) off SP Nestcarver in the 1^st ,and wham-bam, it was 2-0. SP Crystalcutter had allowed only one hit as he climbed the hill in the 4^th. The Bloody Glovesmen erupted for 6 runs on 5 hits and quite surprisingly had a four run lead. Philbellies 6 Daggers 2. After the 1^st, Nestcarver allowed only 7 hits and 4 runs in seven innings to get the win 7-4. The Daggers suffered their first loss of the season.

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Stunday - Peril 12, 2601

Hysterikan League

Killerelfia, Painsylvania

The Halfling Killerelfia Fatlickers did something completely different against the Fright Sox. They didn’t lose by one or two runs. No, sir. They lost by 8! Quikargo squeezed the fat right out of this wretched Halfling club 10-2. C Demontraveller (.278,1,7 ribi) had 5 rbi going 2-3 and IB Pearlchaos scored 3 runs. The Fats were completely baffled by SP Tunodal Dirgenest’s (1-1,3.14, 6K) mystifying mix of flings as he gave up 4 singles and 2 runs.



Fats SP Frigrin Applepetal (0-2, 6.70, 18BB, 6K) did set a record of sorts -10 walks in 6 innings – indeed a mark of exceptional non-distinction and a horrible display of professional flinging, but upon hearing the news of the record, the Halfling fans stood up en masse (a little mass anyway) and gave Frigrin a standing ovation accompanied by an honorary cacophony of belches and farts that boomed and permeated every nook and cranny from one end of Shiv Park to the other. The Fats are two games out of 7^th place. The Fright Sox are 5-1.

Slashington, Dk

The Gnashnails came out swinging as their two best clubbers RF Cometsword (.440,2,5 rbi) and IB Moonsinger (.333,2,4 rbi) unloaded two homers apiece against Goblin SP Beastghost as they split the series 2-2 with visiting Bosstown. SP Watersnake evened up his record (1-1, 6.92, 6K) because of the slugfest and Grandstrike (0-0, 0.00, 4k) flung another scoreless inning in the 9^th.

Dathroat,Mashagain

Shoulder bulge felled Ogre SP Garurth the Murderer who is out for 7-8 months, in other words all season! He had been blanking Cleavehand for 2.2 innings when he yelled out in agony on the mound after Borgmann doubled and Swartzkopf singled. Obviously it was a magical attack of some sort and the home grumpire approached the Cleavehand dugout, but the Insane bloodballers gazed back in an innocent fashion, and it couldn’t be proved anyway. The brute SP was quickly removed from the diamond by a comely (for Ogres anyway) medical nursing unit.

Fortunately the Tuskers relief corps actually does provide excellent relief. Amazing in this league! Yuzurg the Thumper (1.13) poured water on the fire in the 3^rd; he gave up a single run in 4 innings of relief. It was 2-1 Tuskers. Tharatt the Gruesome (1.23) held the Insanes over .2 innings, and Warrag the Hapless (0.00) got a save. They outdueled Cleavehand’s SP Kirstan Kursh (1-1,0.69,11K) who took a tough loss. Thumper got the win!

Cleavehand and Dathroat both have a 3-3 record on the season joining Bosstown and Slashington.

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Stunday - Peril 12. 2601

Hysterikan League

Screwloose, Misseri

The Gnome trio of New Ork’s beloved (well, tolerated might be a better word) bloodcasters – “Dead” Barberik, “Smell” Gallonjug, and “Spill” Razzlesnoot - all travelled with the Yankneck team to bloodcast the games on the afradio and hellevison to the eager Ork fans who hang onto every word they speak.

In the first 3 innings, Dead Barberic announced the action. He felt like a giant among midgets towering above the Dwarf fans sitting in the bloodcasters booth, or his vulture’s perch as he called it, at Warthands Park above the foul ball screen.

“Howdy! This is Dead Barberic welcoming you to Yankneck bloodball from stinkin’ Warthands Park. Well, this afternoon it’s cloudier than an Ogre’s mind, fans! The Frowns are going with SP Hoimli Shalefinder who hasn’t been scored on this season. Only flung once so far, mind you (ha, ha). He’ll have his dirty mitts full today facing the 5-0 Yanknecks …”

O! say does that blood-mangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the sheep and the home of the slave?

Dead Barberic leaned over the psychike. ”Shalefinder is putting the final touches on his painting out there on the burial mound, and he’s about ready to go, folks. Clubber Roil Kragpick will lead off…he’s gripping his claws on that club like he’s holding onto a river serpent … and he swings and opens his fly and elfielder Icebeard grabs it… one away….Warbreaker hits a little groundhog to hurt base and Mountainmolder picks it up by the ears and throws him out … Two away. Shalefinder is a little too carefull with slugger Lagnar Minedigger, and there’s a free pass to the movies, folks … Minedigger takes a big lead off fist… Shalefinder couldn’t pick off a pigeon with a blunderbuss… it’s an oh-'n-two vampire count on Deathsmiter, Minedigger is off to the races ….here’s the fling … a dirt-kicker right to the mound and Shalefinder grabs it … smiling through his beard he thunderbolts it to Darkblade… and the Necks are out in the fist. No score.”

SP Quarrysmasher rubbed his hand as he began to pitch the bottom if the 1^st. “Something not right,” he thought. Right he was … BB, single, BB, single, BB (like a chant) … and before you knew it, it was 2-0 Bards. After Quarrysmasher whiffed Mountainmolder for two out in the 2^nd, his hand exploded in pain … the doc said it was a pulverized finger and he would be out 4 months... It was as if the air itself had pressed down on both sides of his forefinger. Everyone in the field felt that itchy feeling on the back of their necks, a clear indication magic was present and had caused the injury.

Shalefinder stepped to the mound in the 6^th, he had been laying eggs on the Necks and none had hit a safety. Bloodcaster “Smell” Gallonjug wrapped up a commercial for Killer Low-life Beer,”… open up a cold Killer bottle, and drown your miserable sorrows away Dwarf fans!” With two down in the 6^th, the Orcs came alive with Warbreaker singling to break up the no-hitter, Minedigger slapped another and then Deathsmiter took one of Shalefinder’s flings for a short ride (329’) into left … “Groan, groan, groan, Frowns!” Gallonjug smugly announced. It was suddenly 3-2 New Ork. “ Smell” Gallonjug smirked, “How about that rat, Deathsmiter! How about that!”

In the 7^th, the Dwarf fans at Shiv Park took their customary “seventh inning stretch.” They extended their drinking arms in unison, and beer vendors hurried to fill their steins to the brim with the froth. The little squirt bloodcaster “Spill” Razzlesnoot was practically putting his audience to sleep relating another long-winded story about his Aunty Primley “… she made the best slug pie, this Gnome has ever swallowed.”

Motormouth Razzlesnoot droned on, “Bottom of the 8^th and the Necks seemed to have this put away, fans! Leadboot hits a drooler to the left of the mound and he’s … safe. I don’t believe it. He was out by an Imperial mile! … and it’s ball four. What… does the grumpier have eyes?... Two on. Warsmiter strikes out Axehinuter… and them my darling wife Frazzilla wakes me up and says, Snooter… another walk and the bags are filled with Frowns … a Snotling tailor-made double-knitted play, if I ever saw one … Hurtbaseman Giantkiller one claw’s it and … flubs it for an error and here comes Stonegrinder homesick to tie it up 3-3. It sure ties knots in my stomach… and like I was saying, my dear wife Frazilla …”

Godsspirt went in for Shalegrinder in the top of the 9^th. Now a brand new ballgame. Two away. Stonedrill fouled off the fourth straight ball into the backstop –the last one nearly drilling “Spill” Razzlesnoot right between his little beady eyes.

“… the Necks are just softening up Godsspirit making him think he’s got them licked. And there’s a long crossbolt by Stonedrill into centaur… back, back, back goes Slatefist … and it drops in for a single right in front of him…. Iceminer beats out a grasstrimmer, and there’s two aboard this leaking Frown boat. Whoah, it’s time Neck fans… a 2-2 count on Proruk Dragonender … a real fat one for him … and he strikes out! That was really close.”

Bottom of the 9^th, Frown Clubhelm singled off Grandplayer, and Slatefist hit a crossbolt down the fist base line, and he scrambled into second with a double. Winning run on third. Stonegrinder was walked intentionally to load the bases. Darkblade hit a short fly and there was one down. Razzlesnoot with his rose-colored glasses on announced, “Looks like Grandplayer has their number now. Ball one to Axehunter. Here’s the fling…easy fly out to Kragpick … and the runner on 3^rd scores easily too… Holy Cowcrap!”

The Frowns smiled and served New Ork its first loss of the season 4-3. The Frowns sat proudly in 7^th.

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Stunday – Peril 12, 2601

Irrational League

New Ork, New Ork

It was low entertainment for the horde of fanatical Goblins - the only type they enjoy - who sneered, jeered and screeched their lungs out watching their greenskin brothers outslug their larger Ogre foes in the Pogo Grounds – something that seldom happened on the battlefield.

There was blessed mayhem right from the start in the bottom of the 1^st when Taruzm Ironhand (.316,1, 6rbi) slammed a 455’ monster into the left centaur stands off SP Derghenn the Grimy. Kiddie Goblins scratched, bit and clawed each other trying to retrieve the bloodball. Back on the hill, the angry flinger unloosed a fling to the next clubber up, CF Buzedg Tonguebeast, right at his sickly-looking, green head, missed as usual, but skewered him in his side with his wild dancer. Buzedg was too lazy even to get out of its way, but even so, he was easily enraged, tongue-lashed Grimy and flung his club towards him. That opened the floodgates of pent-up hatred for each other’s team, and a strawberry-rhubarb pie followed with pie crust fists and clawed filling flying everywhere. After order (of a sort) was restored both flinger and clubber admitted to their fault at starting the brawl (under grumpire-supervised torture using hot tongs right there on the field) and were immediately tied, put in sacks and carried away with a two-game suspension on top.

The Two Brawlers


Well that set the tone for the game. It was supposed to be bloodball, but the game was like another sport with a pigskin – a combined total of 27 runs and 33 hits in a nearly 4 hours of see-saw slaughter of flinging. The Tyrants got 4 runs in the 1^st and trailed in the 2^nd 6-4. They got ahead of the Klubs 8-6 in the 4^th, but fell behind 12-9 in the 5^th. It took a final Tyrant outburst of 6 runs on 5 hits in the 8^th to finally end the scoring, 15-12 Tyrants. New Ork’s 1B Hatebreaker (.542,0,5rbi) was 4 for 5 with 3 rbi and Quikargo’s LF Bloodyhanded (.316,2,9rbi) with 2 hits and 6 rbi led the onslaught for each side.

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Stunday – Peril 12, 2601

Irrational League

Screwloose , Misseri



The Bards are known for their boisterous singing and saga telling in the dugout, and sportscribes do admit they the team does have some fine singing voices, but some rather poor bloodballers. The game against the high-rising Pies made a great saga. The Bards had a harp twanging as various benchwarmers in the dugout took turns at the harp and sung a play-by-play as the game unfolded. It had a great beginning.

The Bards intended to hand the Pieplates one loss before they left town; they hammered sad sack SP Redsack for 6 runs in 5 innings with Monstersmiter (.476, 1, 3rbi) and Deathkiller whirling the heavy war clubs – a homer each. SP Gooddig had shut the lid on the icebox on the Pieplates though 6 innings and the Bards had an unusual 6-0 lead.

Then the harp began to go out of tune. Two hits in the 7^th and a sacrifice by the Pieplates made it 6-1. In the 8^th a string on the harp broke and the saga began to go sour. Gooddig dug himself into a corner by sandwiching an error by Beamfighter with two walks. The Frowns left the icebox wide open. That’s all the frisky furries from Piggsplurgh needed as Topfoot singled, Worrycleve doubled and Whithill singled. It was tied 6-6. Well extra innings do make for an exciting ending, right?

Sometimes real life intrudes on spirited sagas. Reliever Iceboot with a decent thunderbolt and an average skidder had gotten one out in the top of the 10^th when P Crumblefoot of all creatures got a single. That seemed to unnerve Iceboot because he presented Fribo Longpond (.364,2,7rbi) with a tasty fling which ended up in deep centaur field for a 430 foot-homer, and it was 8-6 Piggsplurgh.

Still time for Dwarven heroics like their ancestors had performed throughout their glorious past. P Moslia Crumblefoot was apparently too giddy about his earlier hit and ignored his flinging. Monstersmiter and Deepdrill singled back-to-back into wightfield. Firestarter(?) lefty Fasbo Boffinhand took the mound. Using an excellent cut’n run and a good thunderbolt, he struck out Beamfighter swinging like a fool. One away. Coldfungus, Owhoa-native spinach hitter Minetracker stepped to the pieplate. The grumpier yelled out, “Strike One.” Minetracker pulled at his beard, hooked up his falling trousers and promptly hit into a twin Dwarf killing, a perfect grounded dirt swirler to SS Holetoes who flipped to 2B Topfoot for one and he slingshot his throw to 1B Stonefettle for the second out. Three away. Game over and the Pieplates win another 8-6. The Pies are 5-1 and the Bards 1-5.

After Bard Manager Hinto Greenhouse watched the Pies celebrate another victory, he took the harp from one of his players and rapped it to pieces against the beer keg in the dugout. He wasn’t in the mood for a tragic saga.

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Stunday - Peril 12, 2601

Irrational League

Sinsenasty, Misseri

SP Gelfrid Borgmann for Sinsenasty and Tinil-gan Mistwood for Bosstown were both shooting blanks for 5 innings and flinging identical four hitters. Leading off in the 6th, C Dominic Jehlfeldmann got a two-bagger, and Studebaker was put on 1^st to hopefully set up the DP. With one away, Voltz Gaertner drooled an easy grasstrimmer to sockembaseman Pathbreeze who couldn’t find the handlebars on the bloodball and Jehlfldmann breezed home making it 1-0 Shreds. The score even distracted some of the decadent Imperial elites who were engaged in various questionable acts while sitting in the box seats. That’s all that Borgmann (2-0,2.00,8K) needed as he outdueled Mistwood (1-1,0.66.6) 2-0 and got his second straight win.

Killerelfia, Painsylvania

The visiting Goblins of the Brokenlymb Daggers were met with Dark Elf fans’ shrill chants of “Go back to your slums! You slums! Slums!” as they waited for the game to start in the City of Bloody Gloves. They say that’s where their nickname, the Brokenlymb Slums (aka the Slums of Spatbush or Flatcrush) originated. Sticks and stones didn’t bother the Daggers. They responded with clubs in the 1^st making it 2-0, and in the 2^nd it was 6-0. Fourteen hits plus two homers by Copperpick and Warbreaker descended on the heads of the Philbellies and it ended 9-2. SP Groishnak Mountainstein (2-0, 0.66,10k) hurled a nifty 4-hitter over 7 innings and Dragonpick didn’t allow a stinking Dark Elf runner in the last two. Killerelfia SP Denta Underghost (0-2,7.84,2K) stumbled for his second loss.

In the top of the 5^th Philbelly top clubber Receved Longdusk (.368,0,3rbi) singled (his second of the game) and as soon as he rounded fist base 1B Flamefighter lunged and bit his ankle. He’ll be out of action 6-7 weeks. Running the gauntlet on the basepaths has its risks! “He put ‘is ankle in me mouth!” claimed Flamefighter. Everyone knows the bite was done in revenge for the taunts of Killerelfia fans.

The Daggers resumed their winning ways and improved to 5-1 in first tied with Piggsplurgh. The Philbellies remained in dead last sharing the gloom-filled pits of 8^th place with Screwloose and Quikargo if that is of any comfort.

[Libid21]

How do you get those baseball cards like that? This dynasty is sick, man! Haha.

[hawaiiansky]

Originally Posted by Libid21

How do you get those baseball cards like that? This dynasty is sick, man! Haha.

I scan a baseball card from a book and put it in Paint Shop Pro 9. I make the faces of the bloodball races using Facegen. The face can be grabbed with Jing from the OOTP 11 game itself when it is open. And I size the face in PSP9 to fit one side of the card. I erase or paint parts of the background. I add my own logos and type in the names in PSP9. I place a Facegen image (sometimes a different pose) into Microsoft WORD and reduce it so I can fit it the action player image. I paint in the image where needed so that everything blends together. Simple but time-consuming. Basic Facegen and Jing are free.

Sick? I’ll take that as a compliment. Keep tuning in as I hope it will get weirder. I wanted this dynasty to be different.

[hawaiiansky]

[hawaiiansky]