Krikack is laid out on the apoths table in the back of the locker room. Man his head hurt, he reaches over and grabs his 80oz to go cup of beer and swigs it all in one mouth full. Ah, a lot better he thinks to himself. Man he is feeling really dizzy, his vision is clouding up. He slumps off the table and crashes to the ground.

Krikack comes around and opens his eyes. He is on a cliff and the clouds are thick with rain on the way. He can hear the thunder in the distance and the lightning is cracking off a moutain peak to the east.

He stands up to scan around. He takes a step back from the cliff edge and stares in amazment. He has ascended to the heavens and stands on the edge of the Great Maw.

He senses the pressence of a God who dwells inside the maw. Krikack knows this pressence in his soul and he is humbled by his power and might.

"Krikack! I have called you to me. You are my avatar amongest the mortals to wreak a terrible vengance and a swath of dead pixels across the Blood Bowl pitches of the world. You have gone soft man, SOFT!!!"

The cliff starts to tremble, a whole slab of rock sheers off and falls into the Maw. Krikack falls to his knees.

"You have spent to much time in the lands of man. You have taken on their ways, their outlook on life and your belly is fat. Now is the time to embrace your destiny!"

Oh, crap, Krikack thinks to himself. When ever a God starts talking about destiny and all the gobble gook that is never good.

"There was a time long ago before the dawn of man. When I ruled over the mortal world. Orcs would fall to their knees at my presence, trolls would flee for their lives, dwarves were my servants and Titans were my guards. The Ogre race was supreme and ruled the world!

It is time you reminded the mortals of the past glories. I have stripped you of your AV so that you can go forth like in ages past. No need of armor, your faith in the Maw, your strong right hand and your wide girth is all you need. Of course having a nasty disposition and no worries about laying out a nice Pile On even though you know you will get fouled never hurts and you have that in abundance.

I have infused your skin with the marks of the Maw. Your skin will start to change, it will harden and become stronger than iron. Your tatoos of power will glow with the green power of the Maw. You will become a terror on the Blood Bowl pitches. In time the mortals will feel deep in their souls the power of the Maw and they will tremble at your presence.

Then in time you will be slain and you will then walk the hellbound path into hell. Were you will then proceed to wreak a terrible vegance. The hellbound road will be littered with Chariots who have been reduced to kindling. Once you are done you will then return to me and be at my side. You will become the sentinel of the Maw and live in immortality or until such a time another immortal comes by and defeats you and I have to replace you."

Well that is just grand. Man this God is a putz, what in the hell is all this talk about becoming a sentinel, what is a sentinel? Going down the hellbound road? I have been there like 15 times, it is a boring place, just a bunch of norse guys flying around on stupid chariots with their wheels on fire.

"KRIKACK you dimwit!! listen up and listen up good. Iam sending you back now. You skin is changing right now, the tatoos of the Maw glow bright and green. Now go before I punish you for your insubordinate thoughts. Now leave!!!"

Krikack is hit by a sonic boom from the Maw, he flies end over end into the sky and then everything turns black.

"He is coming around guys! Holy Sigmar what in the heck happened to him? His skin has turned all grey and what are those glowing green tatoos?"

The Buccaneers start backing away from Krikack as he stands up. Groping for his 80 oz to go cup. One of the players reaches over and hands it to him.

"Thanks bud, I need some beer."

Krikack sits down at his locker, pulls the tap out of his keg of Bugmans and starts draining it into his to go cup. His mind has been seared by the Maw. He feels that presence under his skin. He grabs a mirror and looks at the tatoos of the Maw.

"Iam so screwed."