Tired of life as a slow, short, and slightly dimwitted dwarf, Asterix Montana
decided that enough was enough. No more being the butt of jokes he could no
longer understand. No more stumbling onto the pitch hungover from another night
of drowning his sorrows in ale. From now on, he was going to shamble. Trading in
his beer for some BRAINNNSSS, Asterix deserted his former team, Valaya's
Grudgebearers.

Canneloni lived a life of confusion. He didn't feel Italian. Furthermore he
didn't even like Italian food. After searching the world over for that missing
something, that something that always seemed just out of reach. That something
that was always just on the tip of his tongue, but never real. Canneloni had a
revelation while playing a friendly match against a local blood bowl team. The
blissful tranquility of the zombies shambling to and fro brought about an
epiphany. Maybe his peace, maybe that unquenchable thirst, could be obtained
after all. And maybe, just maybe, coach Justagigolo could show him the way.