Cemetery Savior, to whose head it adheres, as EarthStone777 didn’t use a really aggressive handi-wipe.
Cemetery Savior walks around, reading the printed DoperBall rulebook, trying to figure out how he could have scored, and (obliviously) lets the ball drop off his head into the waiting hands of…
twickster, who runs the ball through a conveniently placed autoclave, and then tucks it into her pocket as she saunters down the street, where she spots a street vendor selling stuffed animals. While looking through his wares …
Feydeau sidles up to twicks and tells her he still likes her, in spite of her opposing-teammateness and her alleged doo-doo-headed-ness. However, he grabs the ball and passes it to…
… she loses the ball to Sternvogel, who suggests she buy the giant sloth, because it’ll look funky in her pad. Wondering why I’ve suddenly started to spout '60’s slang, I flip the groovy ball to…
Agreeing with EarthStone’s hope for a more closely-contested affair but also believing in the “strike while the iron is hot” philosophy, Sternvogel pauses from ironing a Scooby Doo decal on his shirt long enough to kick the ball to…
Ok, Cemetery Savior, forget the Crib Sheet*… You could have scored because you were the third UCks to touch the ball. (Upper Case named player)
Alternatively with your passing the Doper Ball, had another UCks been the next to post we would have gotten 2 points… But twickster was there to block the shot.
EarthStone777, who fields it with his knees, pops it into the air with his toes, and, flinging his entire body backwards, boots the ball like a rocket in the direction of…
I tried that, striking while the iron is hot, and I burned a hole in my shirt. Speaking of which <sniff, sniff> is that your shirt smouldering Sternvogel?
Sternvogel, who points out that Feydeau’s last post was out of sequence and that you actually took the ball from me. Hoping this message is quoted in the next reply to this thread, I pass to…
Feydeau, who really did preview, but is doing four other things simultaneously, and will be leaving in a bit for a different jobsite, and who also wishes some other people would join the game (it’s kinda boring, just the few of us…), and who, finally, passes the ball to…