Blood Bowl 2

The breakneck pace of making decisions under the gun of a turn timer got my blood pumping and my tactical senses tingling.]Still, when the dice gods seem kind (or, at least, impartial), the breakneck pace of making decisions under the gun of a turn timer got my blood pumping and my tactical senses tingling. Every drive forced me to decide how many of my limited roster of players to use beating the snot out of the opposing side, how many to use trying to obtain or keep the ball, and how I was going to pull ahead or stay ahead over the course of 16 turns. Against more physically scary teams, I often had to double up on the attack for a flanking bonus to have any chance of success, adding another layer of intense consideration. And all that brainy stuff aside, it never got old watching a one-ton ogre backhand a snooty, elven running back into the bleachers.

Blood Bowl 2

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