I think I am ninth now. I refuse to play the stupid game anymore after it didn't save my high score. Again.
But good work by my team. I am proud of you. I am giving you all a virtual Well Done sticker.

As at teatime Friday:
broadybull87 3,887
thepimp007 3,591
bullinenemyland 3,522
Terrace Singer 3,497
Lucky Luke 3,201
pumpetypump 2,831
debaser 2,383

3911 final score, beat that and you deserve to win

All four of my team in the top ten - I'm so proud. That's why we are the A team!

midnight scores
broadybull87 3,911
thepimp007 3,591
bullinenemyland 3,522
Terrace Singer 3,497
Lucky Luke 3,201
pumpetypump 2,831
debaser 2,383

Whats happening with our scores when will they be marked?

At the end of the round

When is the end of the round? Thought it was 9pm on Friday? Please don't drag it out anymore. Put us out of our misery.

Final scores for Round 2
broadybull87 3,887 - 6 points
thepimp007 3,591 - 5 points
Terrace Singer 3,551 - 4 points
bullinenemyland 3,522 - 3points
Lucky Luke 3,201 - 2 points
pumpetypump 2,831 1 point
debaser 2,383 0.4 pts
(well, I can't give someone who played the same zero as them what didn't bother)

Team scores
The Chloroform Rags A-Team 11.4
The Nick Zisti Appreciation Society 5
Paul Deacon Is God 5

Chloroform A Team gets the 6 points bonus so the scores on the doors to date are
The Nick Zisti Appreciation Society 15.6
Paul Deacon Is God 12

Table linkhttps://tinyurl.com/RABcompR1rl

Round 3 is the first Elimination round. This means that the player in each team who scores the least points IN R3 will be eliminated. In the event of a tie, each player's cumulative score will be counted back in. If there is still a tie then the captain decides who is for the chop, failing which we are back to the FA Duckvaark-Lewis method.

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This round is for those who can't draw and can't play games. It's the poetry round.
All you have to do is write a poem. Short, long, free verse, rhyming couplets, limerick, whatever, as long as it is a type of poetry it will do.

There are a couple of rules.
1. The poem must in some way relate to rugby league
2. The poem must contain, somewhere, all of the following Entries for Round 3 will close at 6pm Saturday 8th December.

Ohh, go team A. Good work.

Poetry! Mmmmmm....

FAKKING POETRY!

How we miss the Bulls good old days
We were better than the whinos in so many ways.
Big Les had the power, and shonny the thriller,
Then the awesome foursome trampling defences like godzilla.
We had TV with his hair like little richard,
But we did get Nick Zisti who played like a pilchard!
But then theres the Burgesses all were beast like to me,
And if their Father was still here Id buy some of his sperm,
before he had a vasectomy!

Hey everyone. I desperately need some votes for the best idea for sweeping changes in RL for our Survivor competition. So here I am unashamedly begging. In return for your vote I promise to love you forever, FA can vouch for my commitment. I may be open to other suggestions in order to secure your vote. viewtopic.php?f=59&t=541089&tsmp=1354528890 Love always L.R.R

Hey everyone. I desperately need some votes for the best idea for sweeping changes in RL for our Survivor competition. So here I am unashamedly begging. In return for your vote I promise to love you forever, FA can vouch for my commitment. I may be open to other suggestions in order to secure your vote. viewtopic.php?f=59&t=541089&tsmp=1354528890 Love always L.R.R

Can this work
Of genius
Be bested?
I doubt it
But then you
May think Different.

FA aged 11 3/4

Is it one entry per person?

The full back views the charging pack,
Violent gulps and shivers down the back.
Adams apple bobbing like a malformed conker,
Instict kicks in and he pulls out his plonker.
He whirls it around like a windmill of meat,
He cannot fail, he cannot be beat.

"Daddy always said I was a stupid lad"
He beats himself for being so bad.
The crowd, now awed all stand in silence.
Witnessing the breakdown's violence.
His thoughts are fog, his mind is mush,
And from the terraces still a hush.

Gently now the grey mist lifts,
the gears of mind can grind and shift.
He's self-aware and scared and small,
Absent-mindedly he pulls at his balls.
A boat lost at sea, no hand on the tiller.
ectomy, pilchard and of course Godzilla.