A daytime game on wednesday would be just perfect, like around 12 - 3pm start would be my sweet spot?Originally Posted by Zoraster
A daytime game on wednesday would be just perfect, like around 12 - 3pm start would be my sweet spot?
Game On!!!!!!
Grinn, I like, totally need to be playing you, like, twice, so I'll cut you a deal - I'll let you thrash and horribly murder my gobbos in the Open if you don't horribly murder my Necro's in the Divs.
Hi Groovy, I can play on Tuesday, Wednesday or the weekend. What works best?
I'm pretty sure he'll fold, spindle, and mutilate your teams just fine without any help. I still have cleat marks in my forehead from last season.
So much for that cunning plan then. The game against Chainsawhands did not go well, highlights of the 2-0 loss included the loony holding the wrong end of the chainsaw again and the fanatic getting a MNG on a re-rolled GFI, while hands set about systematically murdering the rest of the team (I think I was down to two trolls out of three and no gobbos by the end of the match). I may have to give up my title aspirations at this point...
I never bother with title aspirations. I prefer to aim for a mixture of mid table respectability and gleeful carnage. For me, the RPS Open is all about the journey and not the destination.
With their grand total of precisely 0 points the Underfoot Crawlers get vertigo just thinking about the mid table. Respectability is something that happens to teams who don't get half priced bribes.
Why the hell did I pick a song with this many words
Increased lyrical ability requires a commensurate increase in challenge to keep you in the aural flow state.
Which shall we do first? Meet tomorrow night at 9pm UK time for a go at either of them?
From that window I will select 14:00 if I may.
If i finish not bottom then im claiming this season a win for me, dont worry niea7 youve yet to play my paper mache men
Tomorrow at 9:00 should be fine, how about we get the Open done first?
Saucy, see you then.
Sure, see you tonight.
Note: The following is only because Laneford's team is made up of the early stars of hip-hop. I will return to your regularly scheduled terrible power ballads next week.
Ultimate Maths Squad (Jim, humans) v 3 Feet High & Rising (Laneford, helves)
link link ---> http://www.mediafire.com/?ma8ej9nzf46m1da <--- link link
i said a he killed Cheby, hit 'im
with a rock hard block, a ya daren't look
the bash it was a case of bury not apothecary
cos I'd used it on Bernoulli not he
now what you hear is not the start--i'm cutting to the chase
but me, the humies, and Laneford are gonna try to put it in place
you see i am Mr Jim and i'd like to say hello
to the orcs to the nurgle, the dwarfs and the lizards, who bash and pass and throw
but first i gotta ready up, inducements, a deducement
that a wizard would help to knock the ball loose then
let's rock, we dont stop
Unless an odd sync error makes us drop
well so far you've heard my choices and it's time to hit the turf
We're about to start the very first half a
come on, now, win's a cert
check it out, i'm the J-i-i-i-the-i-i-m
and these elves are oh-so-high
ya see i kick to the line then dash into the mix
and these elves they start to die
ya see i'm super strong and though they run long
well i make them roll
ya see i got more guard than imperial rome and i slowly wrest control
i got their hands full, they got triple skulls
give that catcher such a whack
i got the ball in such a maul through their faultering attack
so Laneford leaps, into the deep
hits my carrier, ain't that clever?
but a little pain ends that horrible reign
of acrobatic jumping terror
hear me talkin bout textbook crowdsurfs
pushing elves who wanna spend some time alone
while laneford's artful dodger proves just to be a codger
as he falls and breaks his bones
everybody go get ball long stall whatcha gonna do 'bout that (say what)
four elves left, no matter how deft
are gonna have their plays fall flat
everybody go, just wait turn eight then run it in
say there ain't no time for him to do, more or less anything
Alright team, we got this
As long as we are not shit
well it's on n n on n on on n on
the elves are back and it's a brand new dawn
Kickin' a touchback, for Euclid to catch back, and trundle slowly up
there's burly mathmen around him
in case his boots they try to scuff
well, Dan Bernoulli gets kicked in the jewelry
and all the apo does is say
His only suggestion, a quiet question
I guess he might miss the next game
now they're feelin the highs and I'm feelin the lows
the beatdown starts to get right up my nose
ya start messin' up dodges and hating the blodgers
and movin your guys like inelegant sloggers
and then damn, when it can't get worse
i said damn, in this tragic verse
he pulls back a fist, with a flick of the wrist
and adds poor pafnuty to the casualty list
i said a he killed Cheby, hit 'im
with a rock hard block, a ya daren't look
the bash it was a case of bury not apothecary
cos I'd used it on Bernoulli not he
i make a worried face and lose my place
in a panic comes the manic triggered wizard waste
singin on n n on n on n on
the catchers are racin' to make it one-one
To so very nearly equalise
But Gauss in the house cuts him down to size
pop the ball to pythag, you don't dare drag
out the play yall, pass it up to that guy
i guess by now you can take a hunch
and guess that Euler's gonna finish that bunch
He's silky smooth, in a single move
snatches the catch and then slots in the groove
runnin on n n on n on n on
the guy dont stop until we've surely won
runnin on n n on n on on n on
Then score yall! throw it on the floor
We gonna cheer here, we gonna cheer there
We gonna cheer you outta this atmosphere
Euler's one of a kind and I'll say it loud
selling t-t-tickets to the eager crowd
i said 2 turns to go, Laneford tries a wonder throw
It doesn't take yall, and we try it back
cause I'm guaranteed to not get the sack
I said 2-nil hooray for maths but still somehow, at the back of my mind...
i said a he killed Cheby, hit 'im
with a rock hard block, a ya daren't look
the bash it was a case of bury not apothecary
cos I'd used it on Bernoulli not he
Final Score: 2-0 to Maths
Though it was bloody close to 1-1, I just seized up in the second half, like some fantasy version of Everton in that semi-final.
:o -standing ovation! That must have been a bastard to put together - nicely composed :)
LowKey! I should be free Thursday night and Sunday afternoon / evening, and I'm off work next week so most times then would also be fine. When's good for you?
Zor - just to let you know my connection is playing up this morning, though it seems okay now. If I'm missing at 14:00 you can add me on steam and I can chat via my mobile to let you know whats happening. http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198004277357/
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