Frustrating to be primarily a rat coach, and to have so many good players try and fail to reach legend. First there was Sidewinder, my first love and star of my first team on Fumbbl. Murdered by Azure as a reward for agreeing to a recovery game with Tiny Steel Hammers. He was a good rat... but hindered by the somewhat noobish selection of sure feet for his superstar skill. There was Patches, the one-turn rat that I didn't know how to use at the time, who sported the outstanding combination of diving tackle and shadowing. And let us not forget Antonio, the pomber rat on that same team, who despite lacking claw allowed me to nuffle oh so many better coaches than I. Patches and Antonio never did die, but retired with Red Rover after an annihilation at the hands of the legendary Blood Sea Buccaneers. Also surviving the carnage was Streak, a player who served me very well, combining the underrated skill combination of block, fend, sidestep, prehensile tail, and guard. A strange player to be sure, but one I might recreate someday if I get a couple of late doubles again.

Next came the incredibly fortunate group from Rat Dynasty. At one time sporting four +ag boosted gutter runners, there could have been multiple legendary players on this team. Two players stood out, the superstar sacker Nails, who was mangled in an Ulthian International win versus Bongo Bongo, and the completely unstoppable Cyclone, a leaping big hand monstrosity. These two guys were by far my favorites of all my players. No ball was safe, no team was unbeatable. They were truly a joy to coach and left us too soon. Of course Rat Dynasty sported the obligatory clawpomber Whiskeyjack, who called it a day after taking a niggling injury. Then there was Eddie, my most talented gutter ever, who never quite lived up to his full potential.

Frustratingly, it was none of these players who became my first legendary Skaven. It was Lance, a dirty oneturner on my backup rat team. It's too bad that none of my more team-oriented players were able to survive long enough to be recognized for their contributions. Instead today we honor an arrogant talent who refuses to play defense, sulks if anyone else is allowed to carry the ball, and demands all the attention. Lance is sadly a bit of a jerk. He doesn't hang out with the rest of the team, won't talk to the media, and really seems more interested in his non-existant music career than winning games. Adding insult to injury for his many critics, Lance upped his game with an agility boost as his legend skill.

Congratulations Lance, well played. Now go away, because nobody likes you.