Talk Fantasy Football

rolo wrote:Looking at pictures of frogboy pooping.

Knowing people enjoy this type of thing, maybe I should start charging

The only good feeling in bloodbowl is when it is over.
I only have two emotions in bloodbowl
Fear when I am about to make a roll
relief when it succeeds.

Oh and frustrated rage. I have a lot of frustrated rage!

Outside bloodbowl I am pretty placid.

think the best feeling is when I figure out a way around a difficult problem in BB so that it doesnt require me to roll all sixes

I suppose it feels even better if it succeeds but i still get a kick out of being creative enough when ive boxed myself in to a corner

Making that final 6+ roll to score and tie the game.

I don't know about best feeling but there have been several nice moments.

I won a couple of awards at the NAF Championship, most CAS one year most TD another, that was nice.

Recently, it's been when my defence works out. Simple, but satisfying.

That turn 16 desperate long bomb from one orc lineman to another...

Rolling for the pass... 1... Use the last reroll... 6!
Rolling for the catch... 6!
TOUCHDOWN! for a 2:1 win over High Elves!

I played a guy from Essex last year at Dungeon Bowl, he was winning by 1 touchdown. In my last turn I passed the ball with a dwarf to a dwarf runner stood in a tackle zone who caught the ball dodged out and I think went for it over the line to draw. That felt like a victory although my poor opponent could probably describe this same event in the other thread for the worst feeling in Blood Bowl, such a cruel game

The Professor's turn 16, tie game against my Necros, Nuffle on vacation, ball knocked loose into one tackle zone, all my players tagged/screened except two zombies, one four squares from the end zone, the other six squares from the ball....

GFI... GFI... Picks up the ball in a tackle zone, No interception, Launches a successful long pass, Ball caught, Zombie shambles in for the win and the only zed TD ever in my coaching career....

Thrudball.....


..... Every year!

Making a stupid error and getting away with it- like forgetting an opponent had Pass Block and Catch, but failing the intercept, or forgetting someone has Guard, meaning a 2 Die uphill, but getting 2 Pows on the ball carrier anyway.

Rolling Quad 1's as your first move of a match. From there you can relax, cause you know it's not going to be your night

(Vamp Blood Lust followed by Dodge)

My best Blood Bowl feeling ever was flying to England (I had never been out of the US and I am terrified of flying over the ocean) and being welcomed/hosted/driven/shown around by the best mates a yank like me could ever hope for - glowworm, nazgob, lunchmoney, heff and EVERYONE was so welcoming and just all around top shelf. I flew halfway around the world and trusted my safety in people I only knew through my podcast and they did not disappoint! It was easily one of the best experiences of my life.

I have GOT to return one of these years...

Side Note - The customs agent at the airport, while inspecting my passport and hearing me tell him I knew exactly NO ONE in all of England, told me, "Good luck" and waved me through.

nonumber wrote: Recently, it's been when my defence works out. Simple, but satisfying.

This is a good point - it's an ongoing good feeling when you know you're up on defence. Shame it's not a nice feeling for the opponent!

Starting a tabletop league, convincing MTG players to give it a try and still having it going strong 3 seasons later with 12% of our players being ladies. Also having my 10year old be the number one seed gong into our playoffs.

So proud

It lasted for an entire game (and then some).

I was playing in a tournament using Halflings (with no trees), and it was announced that I had drawn a Human team for around Round 4 (of 8 ). My imminent opponent, a kid young enough to be my grandson, immediately bellowed at the top of his voice, "Halflings! I've never lost to Halflings!", and (seriously) laughed out very loud & very long.

The Halflings won 4-0 (and won the Casualty count as well, without any fouling).

But wait - it actually gets even better.

Midway through the 2nd half, his Mighty Zug spies a lonely 'fling miles away from the ball or anything even remotely resembling an assist, and blitzes him. Punk kid rolls Triple Skulls. Zug dies.

After the game, a bloke playing in an adjacent game and sitting right next to the kid turns to him immediately after we finish and says, "Well, look on the bright side - you still haven't 'lost' to Halflings. But you have now been slaughtered by them."

(My Munchiestar United - "the Fed Devils" - went 3-1-4 that weekend, losing only 1 game by more than 1 - and that loss was only by 2. But the memory of that game against Humies still brings a smile to my dial even a decade plus later.)