“The Pillagers have been lost in the darkness of the vast underworld. Trying to get back to the surface and continue their quest for FUMBBL domination. But they cannot find their way out. The darkness and twisting caverns is to much for them to figure out.

They have had many battles in the underworld but the match reports are all blank due to the fact that the teams historian keeps getting killed! One died from a bad mushroom, another had a boulder fall in his head, another fell into a bottomless crevasse and one just gave up the ghost and died in his sleep.

Then one day they think they are close to the surface. They can smell the sweet aroma of back yard grill. The smell of hotdogs and burgers fills the cavern. They can see a glimmer of sunlight from behind a boulder. The Pillagers charge the boulder and stick their noses to the cracks. YES, the smell of a glorious backyard BBQ is going on. They can hear a lot of people talking, having fun and a band is playing in the back ground. Megaspawn goes insane and charges the boulder, standing between him and a BBQ. The boulder can not withstand the head on charge of the troll and the boulder blows up into a hundred shards. The Pillagers follow their troll hard charging into a clearing.

The 120th annual BBQ Griller master competition was in full swing. Thousands of flings and humans were in attendance. The main table was all set and the judges are all present. Hundreds of fling back yard chefs are eagerly awaiting the testing to see who will emerge champion.

The Natural Born Grillerz are in the back of the throng of teams. Standing on melon cartons trying to get a good vantage point of the judges. There platter is on the table and they are confident in BBQ domination. But then a travesty of the highest order took place. There plate goes to the last judge. Mobo 'the Vile and Cruel food critic'. He sniffs their plate and then takes a bite. He vomits the food back up and declares this not fit for a squig!!!!

The Grillerz are enraged!!! they charge the judges table, trying to ring the neck of that stupid goblin who does not know awesome backyard BBQ from squig crap. They storm the table, plates go flying, food is being tossed left and right. They have him in a death grip, yelling for his head. Some flings start boiling some water. When all of a sudden that big boulder behind the judges table on the side of the hill blows up into a 100 shards. A massive troll and the followers of the ruinious powers come storming out.

The Grillerz drop the goblin and stand firm in the face of this onslaught. If they cant win the BBQ championship, well, maybe, they can impress with their powers of Blood Bowl and be hailed the champions of the 120th annual BBQ cook off by beating back this onslaught, plus these chaos thugs look kind of punk to start with and they might have a shot.

The Pillagers come to a halt. Megaspawn reaches down and sees a platter of hotdogs, he plops down on the ground and starts munching.

They take a step back as the throng of flings rise up in a mighty war cry. A band of flings are actually standing their ground and look like they want to take them on.

The Pillagers look around and figure the situation out. They are hungry and this BBQ smells really good. Maybe if they beat down these stupid Grillerz they can have a feast and maybe eat a few flings in the process. Also they seem to be taking advantage of that goblin, he is hanging upside down like a slab of beer over a boiling pot of water.

The Grillerz and the Pillagers both let out a mighty war cry and charge each other. The judges table blows up into a thousand shards. The finest BBQ this side of the Worlds Edge is blown up.

For 16 turns it is a mighty throw down at the judges table. But slowly the Pillagers might, brawn and size take its toll. The treemen are rooted in the middle of BBQ pit and cannot aid their stunty fellows. Megaspawn picks up a fling and eats him whole, lets out a big burp and moves on to a platter of peach cobbler.

The battle rages for over an hour until finally the Grillerz look around and see thousands of flings running to the hills, carrying off all the ale and leftovers. The Grillerz look at the Pillagers and then at the fleeing feast, back at the Pillagers and then at the fleeing left overs. They choose the path of Fling honor and turn and run after the ale and left over BBQ.

The Pillagers look around at a empty fair ground. They find a table and eat like kings for two days. After one day they remember that gobo who is still dangling over that boiling pot of water. They walk up to him and realize his skin has turned red from the steaming heat, but he is still alive.

They cut him down, feed him and tell him of their noble quest. Mobo 'cruel and vile food critic' decides he needs a new occupation and signs up. Judging at fling BBQ competitions is going to get him killed faster than playing Blood Bowl.

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