Potentially one of the friendliest playoff games ever played in Bloodbowl. Only one blocking casualty the entire game, even considering the presence of elves and stuntys, and playing in Advanced PATH-BALL!!![sic]

The elves managed to keep ahead of the lizards for pretty much the entire game. The lizards, not for lack of trying, let the crowd down on some key plays of the game, while the elves managed to pull off some stunning passing and dodging plays to secure the win.

Without a doubt the most difficult match the Doom Flayers faced all season. A back and forth stalemate that nearly saw overtime. The match was scoreless until turn 14 and neither team could do much to injure the other side.

Despite an early run on casualties, and a downright heroic skaven sprint to the endzone, the stupidity of the ogre and troll gave the lizards the openings they needed to secure the win.

Trollsome big guy Rickard Whopper was the talk of the stands today, having the game of his career. With three confirmed casualties over 16 turns, he was already building up anticipation in the stands, but that came to a crescendo when he took Prince Moranian off the pitch (with a MNG result, even - ed.)

Still, fans of the Kestra's lesser-statured players were a little upset with Whopper's performance.

"Poor Jisippy Hurty," lamented one fan. "'E tries 'is best all season, works ta becum da best catcher Da Kestra 'as seen in years, and Whopper jus' gobbles 'im up? Just like dat?"

While Whopper's casualty count makes him one to watch in future seasons, it remains to be seen if the coach will try to ensure that the troll focuses on casualties to the OPPOSING team.

A shock upset pumped new life into the Habs' playoff hopes, as they defeated the Jawbreakers 1-0 in a tightly contested match. Pundits were astonished by the uncharacteristically un-reckless play of the Habs, as rumours swirled that team owners had leveled an ultimatum to the Human coaching staff: win or else!

Early casualties on the Jawbreakers provided the humans with a numbers advantage, but the spidery Slann weathered the storm well, and were frankly unlucky not to seize the possession of the ball, having sacked two separate Habs ball-carriers on their drive to the end zone. But a friendly crowd throw-in of the ball, coupled with Jawbreakers turnovers on blocks at the worst possible time, allowed the Habs to recover the ball in space and sprint along the open side of the pitch to score a touchdown late in the first half.

The Humans blitzed the Slann on the next drive, and caused just enough problems to delay the reptilian offence, stunning and double-marking the receivers that the Slann sent downfield.

In the second half, "Elegant Elmer" Lach was a defensive machine, blitzing Slann catchers back and forth along the backfield and being fortunate enough to cause stuns and knockouts, while the rest of the Habs double- or triple-marked the deepest defenders. Custard II held the ball deep in his backfield, waiting for the break in the Habs lines. Finally, midway through the 2nd, he saw an open receiver and threw the ball - but it was intercepted by Serge "The Senator" Savard, who took off for the Slann endzone.

Custard recovered enough to sack Savard and recover the ball, but time and dwindling numbers were telling against the Jawbreakers. In the final minute of the game, Grape the Kroxigor found himself unmarked and lumbered in the endzone as Custard hucked a long pass downfield...but the pass was inaccurate, the ball scattered off the pitch, and with no other Slann able to recover and score, the ref called time on the match.

The fans turned out in droves to watch what promised to be a clash of chaos swollen brutes and necromantically enhanced savages. The first drive begins in a flash, Michael Manmuncher III making a quick completion to Dan Marino further upfield to set the tone for the game. Meanwhile the line of scrimmage turns into a meat grinder as the Dampfort Brayers attempt to hold the line against the undead assault. Some quick movement through the lines however bring Michael to the endzone halfway through the drive. Receiving a generous contribution designated for the refs from a "concerned third party" who would like more violence on the pitch, the Shyish Spine Tappers gladly oblige and call on a legend from the bench, Hack Enslash. However the Dampfort Brayers were not to be cowed! With M1-N0 laying the beatdown on anything unfortunate enough to get withing range of it's claws. They say the best defense is a good offense, the Brayers took this concept for a ride and manage to tie the game up on the last turn of the half. The second half begins with both teams steadily dwindling, a high kick catches Mukaox off guard who needs a couple of turns to gather himself and the ball. This is time that the Shyish Spine Tappers do not give him! Enraged after losing his kinsman to a failed block on M1-N0, King Tukurlynemen rampages across the line of scrimmage, allowing the ghouls to engulf the ballcarrier and get the sack. Once again Michael Manmuncher III sees his opportunity and rips towards the endzone scoring with half of the half remaining. Feel the pressure, both players needed to pull out all the stops. With the Spine Tappers arguing successfully for Hack Enslash to remain on the field, and the Brayers waking up as many players as they could. And with only one turn left, and less than a single full team of players left on the field, the brayers make a brilliant pass and escape the clutches of King Tukurlynemen to score the game-tying touchdown.

Pouring rain did nothing to dampen the chances of a dozen sneaky rats this evening, with the light of the covered torches glinting off brass knuckles and tail weights. Nor did it dampen the spirits of the fans, who invaded the pitch on the first kick off stunning over half a dozen players! The Night Runners recovered quickly, sprinting past the Demon's line and causing mayhem as they went. Feeling the pressure of the Drakwald defence, Splyre ran the ball into the end zone--but not before the Night Runners had caused 3 casualties, including the murder of a traitorous skaven!

The Demons recovered well, pushing a cage made of massive monsters up the field. The rats couldn't break the cage, either failing to knock their opponents down or tripping on long bomb blitzes. With the help of several towering friends, Globbag managed to stomp on Warptail's neck when the ref wasn't watching, sending the squealing rogre to the casualty pit.

When all looked lost, two gutter runners dodged through a scattered cage and stripped the ball from the carrier. The ravenous fans grabbed it from the sidelines and pitched it away from the skaven end zone. Irate that their scoring chance had been snatched, the Demons went into a dervish, smashing every rat they could grab, the rampage only ending when the ref sent Warsurge off the pitch: even a bribe wouldn't dissuade him from the call!

Now with a serious player deficit, the Demons began the second half without a dedicated quarterback or ball carrier. The Night Runners repeatedly invaded their end of the pitch, bashing and scoring twice more. On the final kickoff, a quick blitz saw the rats dash past the exhausted Demons to catch the ball and score one final time.