When they caught us I couldn't imagine this... this is pure madness... a Blood Bowl team made up by rats and a human-thing (me) as a coach... and all this for the very pleasure and fast of so called Sharp Bloodpuke, their weakened warlord!

I was presented my "team”: a bunch of sick slaves barely survived from their last enemy clan raid, a giant aberration somehow alike a rat-ogre and three clan rooks with the order to report everything to the warlord.

Oh, and since Kim (the damn girl) was not supposed to be there, Sharp said:

“Be happy-happy human-thing! Here you be cheery cheers for the massacre!”