This is a true tale.
I don't have high quality pictures or fancy rhymes for you. All I offer is truth.
I was there that day. It happened right before my eyes. I've never seen anything like it, before or since. There was a time and a place. Orca Cola Championship. Season six. Division 2C. A stadium in the frozen north. Come, burn your bridges and jump with me to a tale too weird to not be true.
The Kislevites were behind on the scoreboard, and taking their chances. The ball carrier was running into trouble, running out of time. Sizing up the pass. Rush a little more or pass a little further?
The decision came up, split his brains out, split him into parts, pieces. And even his legs went one way, and even his hands went the other way.
His legs rushed. His hand passed. He passed as far as he planned to rush. His legs accelerated him into a diving catch, receiving his own pass.
His opponents gleefully closed in for the sack.
Blood Bowl is a tough game. It's a strange game. And sometimes it is an unbelievably tough, strange game.
This tale was truly told. May your rushes, passes and clicks be as true.