State of the League

Week 3 has begun! 5 games until the playoffs!
PlayerTeamTVW-L-D
SBHieroglyphic Honkies (Khemri)12703-1-1
AustinYoloin Biatches (Amazons)15103-1-0
SeanSorin's Team (Halflings)11503-2-0
AliseKillogg's (Amazons)11903-1-0
JeffInvalid team name! (Orcs)11302-2-0
PiRuby for Vigor (High Elves)14402-2-1
MojoTurtle Turtle (Lizardmen)11301-3-0

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Match Report: Y.o.l.o. vs. The Broman Empire (Week 4)


Unsurprisingly, the Norse team played the aggressor, throwing more than three times as many blocks as their opponents and scoring nearly three times as many successes.

Y.o.l.o. 1 - 1 The Broman Empire
An ominous storm rolled in as the teams set up, blacking out the sun ominously. The fans worried that this presaged a horrible game full of bloodless shoving and (ugh) scoring, and the first drive nearly bore their fears out. The Broman yhetee broke the potential curse just as the otherwise uneventful play ended, however, sinking his comically oversized claws into Ardtrai the Drinker while Broseidon crossed the goal line. The game continued to tip in the Empire's favor during the second drive as muscular Norse limbs kept finding their way past flimsy human armor, resulting in broken ribs for Goin Deep, two KOs dealt out by Hulk Brogan, and a stunned Yolo Throws dropping the ball right into enemy hands. (Human blitzer Jek the Bawler deserves special mention here for expertly fending off block after block from the Norse without so much as a scratch even as his teammates went to pieces--sometimes literally--around him.) The Broman luck with striking did not extend to ball handling, however, and a series of turnovers by both teams prevented any further scoring during the half.
The sun pierced the clouds during half time, perhaps indicating a change in Y.o.l.o.'s fortunes. That hope got off to a rocky start, however, as the Abominable Broman continued doing the only thing he's good at and sent Jek the Punisher off the field in a pile. Yolo Throws returned the kickoff and showed some ferocity of his own, blitzing down the oncoming Brobi-Wan Kenobi to open a path. Broto Baggins quickly closed it, however, sending Throws to have a relaxing chat with the astrogranite. Morgan Freeman suffered a brutal Norse clothesline as he dashed to claim the ball, but his flailing body knocked the ball right back into Yolo Throws's hands as he recovered. It couldn't have gone better if Freeman had planned it (and, given his history, it probably would have gone worse if he had). Yolo Throws dashed downfield, surviving several attempts to bring him down before the Norse managed to surround and brutalize him. The ball bounced clear into the stands and the rowdy crowd, apparently eager either to see the humans redeem themselves or to give the Norse an excuse for more violence, hurled the ball toward the Norse backfield. Veteran passer G.I. Bro scooped up the "fumble" and attempted a pass, but all the flop sweat pouring off of him must have interfered with his grip and he dropped the ball, making room for blitzer Harold Dalrymple to sneak in and take off with it. The Norse put up an impressive defense, several of them managing to get a hand on Dalrymple during his dash, but no one was able to stop him from scoring the tying point. In the confusion, most people didn't notice Morgan Freeman tripping over his own feet as he fled from a particularly intimidating Norseman. Our sources in the Broman organization tell us that the shattered collarbone he sustained in the fall is only the third worst injury that he has inflicted on himself during his career, and really pales in comparison to that time he managed to get his own shin bone jammed into his eye during practice.
The final drive of the game showed lackluster offense from first the Norse and then the humans (after Bring It headbutted Brofessor X sufficiently hard to make him drop the ball), neither team entertaining any notion of actually scoring during the final seconds. Broto Baggins brought the game to a close with a bang by launching himself bodily at the seemingly invincible Jek the Bawler, hitting hard enough to smash his own hip on impact but not somehow not hard enough to bring Jek down or indeed to even make him notice what had happened.
Asked after the game how he had survived the brutal Norse onslaught, successfully fending off attackers through an impressive 10 attempts on his life, Jek the Bawler simply snorted derisively while gesturing to his team's casualty box, quipping "I don't know what their problem was. Didn't seem so tough to me."

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Match Report: Soul Silver vs. WYLA (Week 2)


Soul Silver 1 - 2 WYLA
Fresh off the back of a win in the most brutal game of a truly brutal week, WYLA entered this match looking to repeat the slaughter. Soul Silver's sauruses lined up bravely, practically dripping ferocity, but one could see the skinks shaking from the stands. As the ref blew the starting whistle, the entire crowd visibly leaned forward, anticipating spilled blood and broken bones.
They were not disappointed.
Soul Silver proved to be a well-oiled and very practiced machine, executing a split-second blitz that caught the undead team flat-footed. Before the opening kickoff had even touched the ground, lizard enforcer Swampert flattened WYLA's Rigor Hades and sent him off to the sidelines. Unfortunately, Hades was followed closely by a stretcher carrying the tiny but ruthless--and unconscious--murderer Ekans, who managed to trip himself over the foot of a stunned and stationary Rigor the Barber. The kick fell into the hands of star skink Squirtle (currently in the running for the league's leading scorer position) but he managed to fumble the catch and nearly gave WYLA the chance to recover from the blitz. His fast recovery and even faster feet sealed the point before the opening seconds could even tick off the clock.
Unfortunately, things turned around quite quickly. At the beginning of the next drive, the skink Snivy died during a routine dodge attempt, presaging a game marked by setback after setback for the scalier squad. The undead team's ghouls were the stars of the rest of the game, scoring in the final moments of the first half to tie it up and making almost all of the important blitzes and blocks in the interim. Corpseripper and Carnivorestalker racked up an impressive 70 running yards while injuring Squirtle and spitefully stomping on a downed Blastoise (to no effect), while the rest of the team systematically dismantled any hope of a Soul Silver comeback by mangling any skink they could catch. Wight Thorgrim the Cruel crushed Totadile to steal the ball and score a point at the closing buzzer after surviving a series of increasingly brave and desperate skink blitzes, racking up a second win in as many weeks for WYLA.
Can WYLA maintain their undefeated streak? Can Soul Silver recover from this savage misstep and make the playoffs? It doesn't matter because obviously the Tromaville Terribads are going to win the league, says this unbiased reporter!

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Match Report: Blighttown Bashers vs. Krenlash's Team (Week 1)

The vampire team saw tremendous luck on the block dice, suffering no turnovers and posting an impressive success rate.
The armor breaks fell quite the other way, however.

Blighttown Bashers 2 - 0 Krenlash's Team
A shining spot of relative civility in the bloodiest week the league has ever seen, the contest between the Blighttown Bashers and Krenlash's Team featured less than fifteen gallons of blood spilled and barely any on-field deaths.
This game was characterized by the slow but inexorable march of the undead offenses and extended but ultimately harmless wrestling matches between the slowly decaying players. A pair of Nurgle rotters spent the entire first half moving the ball up the field but ultimately found their push halted by the imposing figure of Count Ivan Draco, who pummeled each of them in turn. It looked as though he would single-handedly stymie the Bashers' drive when suddenly his eyes went red and his thirst for blood overtook him. In his frenzy to feed on one of his lesser teammates, he failed to see the outstretched and decomposing foot of Rise Kujikawa and took an embarrassing tumble. Rotter Cheopis Cragspider took advantage of the lapsed defense and shambled in to score the first point of the game just as the halftime whistle chirped.
The second half belonged almost entirely to the massive, hideous, and massively hideous mutant Quelaag. This terrifying beast of Nurgle spent the entire first half either struggling to understand the coach's screams of "Hit him! HIT HIM!!!" or hypnotized by one particularly charismatic vampire, but the latter half of the game saw a very different performance out of the monster. From the moment the kick landed, Quelaag dogged the  ball, staying remarkably light on his weird gross pseudopodia. Vampire ball carrier Norman von Drachenfeld found himself unable to escape Quelaag's invading tentacles (ew), which bogged him down long enough for the Bashers to descend on him in force. A struggle over control of the ball ended when Ivan Draco once again succumbed to his burning bloodlust and dove for a friendly throat, tumbling head over heels and opening the way for another buzzer-beating Nurgle touchdown.
A team of reporters asked Count Draco later in the locker room what prompted his game-throwing performance, to which he responded "SUFFER FOR YOUR IMPUDENCE!" before tearing out two of their throats in one smooth motion. The survivors assure us that it was a spectacular display of athleticism, at least.