Sleep! Never let anyone tell you that it is a waste of time. AutoAxpert thought of this while he slouched comfortably on his bed, as the snow fell softly on the Hall. As the season ended and the palace returned to the Wastelands to prepare for the Regionals, AutoAxpert felt filled with a serenity that he hadn't experienced in the last year. The team was picking up the pace, and if the early friendly was any indication, the future was looking less depressing for them. The voices from the mirrors grew ever more silent as the day passed: the man hadn't talked to one of his reflections in weeks, and they didn't try to talk back. Even the whirring sounds of the absurd mechanisms the ran unendingly inside the Mirrored Hall seemed to be less irritating.
Maybe things were finally looking up for him, he thought, as his eyelids closed and he fell in a deep, dreamless sleep as he hadn't done in weeks.

The first thing that hit him when he woke up was the thick smell of mold. He had no time to elaborate this new information, as blinding lights started to shine on him, and a booming, yet high-pitched voice started to talk with him at full volume:

"AUTOAXPERT!"
"Eeep!"
"YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED BY MY EXCELLENT INTELLECT AS THE IDEAL MAN FOR MY NEXT ENDEAVOUR!"
"W-w-who are you?"
"YOUR COACHING SKILLS HAVE NOT GONE UNNOTICED! WELCOME TO OUR FAMILY!"

The lights were raised. The man could make out some short silhouettes toiling around what looked like huge spotlights like the ones commonly used on Blood Bowl pitches. The lights shined on a huge purple banner. On it, written in gold, there were four words:

CROOCKBACK PIT EVIL MOONS

"What?"
"WITH MY GENIUS AND CREATIVITY, AND YOUR SUPPORT, WE WILL SHAKE THE BLOOD BOWL WORLD TO ITS FOUNDATIONS! SOON THE WORLD WILL TREMBLE AT THE MERE MENTION OF THE CROOKBACK PIT EVIL MOONS! MYE-HA-AHAHAHAHAH!"
"You spelled 'Crookback Pit' wrong."
"WHAT?"
"You wrote C-R-O-O-C-K-B-A-C-K, with a 'C' before the 'K', but that's wrong."

There was an awkward moment of silence. Then the voice spoke again:

"HOLD ON A SECOND"

After a moment, someone with a really squeaky voice was beaten up, until nothing was heard again.
Panting, the voice started speaking again:

"THAT IS TO BE CORRECTED. WE WERE SAYING...?"
"I've never heard of the Evil Moons. Wasn't there already a team in Crookback Pit?"
"NEVER HEARD OF THEM. SO..."
"Right, the Warpheads! I had met the owner before. Biggs Goldteeth, I think he was called. I don't think he'd be ok with a new team in his city."
"IF SUCH A HYPOTETICAL PERSON OWNING A HYPOTETICAL TEAM IN THE SAME CITY AS MINE HAD SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THIS I WOULD MOST CERTAINLY KNOW ABOUT IT"
"And, by the way, Warpheads is much more original and a better team name than-"
"SILENCE! BEHOLD!"

The lights moved a bit tentatively, then focus on what looked like a huge rock. The rock stirred and let a huge roar, rising on its two limbs.

"RISE GALVANODON! HIS BITE POWER IS GREATER THAN THAT OF TWO KROXIGORS! ITS SPEED IS 25% MORE THAN THAT OF A MUMMY! THEY WILL COWER BEFORE HIM!"
"By Sigmar! What is that thing?"
"IT IS THE APEX OF SCIENCE! MY BEST CREATION SO FAR! AND ALONG WITH ITS SMALLER COUSINS, THEY WILL DOMINATE THE BLOODBOWL PITCH! AND YOU WILL BE AT THE HELM OF THIS TEAM!"

AutoAxpert rose from his bed, pointing to the place where the voice was coming from, frightened by the realization of what was going on:

"You can't bring squigs on a pitch! They are too stupid and too aggressive! This is madness!"
"MADNESS???"

The voice became even more screeching, clearly enraged by the coach's words:

"THE LAST CREATURE THAT CALLED ME MAD IS NOW DUST ON THE FLOOR IN MY OFFICE! DON'T TRY YOUR LUCK EVEN FURTHER, LITTLE MAN! YOU WILL COACH MY TEAM, AND YOU WILL FIELD MY CREATIONS!"
"I won't accept! I have a contract with the Coven! If CabalVision doesn't stop you, then the Harbinger will certainly-"

The voice - now AutoAxpert was pretty sure it was that of a goblin, even though a bizzarrely articulate one - laughed:

"OH, BUT THEY ALREADY KNOW. IN FACT, I HAVE THEIR PERMISSION HERE!"
"What?"
"BLOODWEISER WANTS US, YOU PUNY HUMAN. THEY WANT MY WONDERFUL SQUIGS IN THEIR TOURNAMENT! AND THE SAME CABALVISION, WITH THEIR TV SHOWS! AS FOR THE COVEN, WELL, MAYBE HE DOESN'T CARE SO MUCH IF ITS COACH TRAINS ANOTHER TEAM INSTEAD OF WASTING TIME RELAXING IN HIS BED"
"But..."
"NO BUT. YOU ARE NOW OFFICIALLY THE COACH OF THE EVIL MOONS. CONGRATULATIONS! WE WILL CONTACT YOU AGAIN WHEN YOU WILL BE NEEDED. DISMISSED!"

The man would have liked to protest, but a blunt, heavy object hit him on the head, knocking him out.

AutoAxpert woke back up startled in his room. Nothing was different, except for a cap somebody put on his chest. It was purple, with a yellow moon on it.

"This isn't good." said his reflection.