“Upon the last game, the chariots launch forward into the night, blood oozing from the wounds of battle. And the scent was detected.
From the darkness emerges the lords of the night...with spiked ball in hand. Bloodbowl is the name...and war is the game! The charioteers pounced and struck like steel...but the power of the blood hunger proves stronger...and norse blood fed demons.
Hail to Worm who makes a glorious touchdown...and sinks into a 6 foot hole! To the grave your body rests...and to Hell thy soul treks. Sound the call of men of arms, and rally the dead road warriors! You shall be greeted by the legions.
From the darkness emerges the lords of the night...with spiked ball in hand. Bloodbowl is the name...and war is the game! The charioteers pounced and struck like steel...but the power of the blood hunger proves stronger...and norse blood fed demons.
Hail to Worm who makes a glorious touchdown...and sinks into a 6 foot hole! To the grave your body rests...and to Hell thy soul treks. Sound the call of men of arms, and rally the dead road warriors! You shall be greeted by the legions.
Our fight never ends...to the road we ride!”