Gerald Pemberton-Fitzroy stares forlornly at the obituary page of the Ryedale Chronicle trying to come to terms with the sudden and unexpected loss to the Six Feet Underdogs, the team he founded, managed and captained for over 100 games. He reads out the relevant section to the almost empty room - only fellow veteren Ber'anx is with him, and he is staring blankly into the embers of the fire as he has since his last resurrection from death by the team apothecary who so badly failed to help his team mate.

"It is with great sadness that we announce the death of Laz'pler of the Six Feet Underdogs. At the time of his death Laz'pler was considered the 7th greatest Skaven Thrower ever to play on a Ranked Underworld team, and he was the 8th most prolific scorer ever of any Underworld player in the Ranked division.

Throughout his career he has been vilified for his many blatant acts of racial discrimination towards his underworld goblin team mates, the extent, frequency and severity of which led to some of the Underdogs' fans forming the 'Stamp it Out' movement that sought to remove racial discrimination from the game by holding halftime lotteries among the fans to have the right to face stomp any other fan of their choosing, irrespective of race, colour or creed, there by giving all races an equal roll of the dice when it came to providing the half time entertainment.

It is perhaps appropriate that a skaven so renown for his hatred of goblins should meet his end against a goblin team during a 3-0 thrashing of the U-dogs. One of his goblin team mates, Belly-jelly had this to say of the passing of the great player: 'Woo-hoo thank Nuffle that bleedin' git iz dead. Stoowed 'Shrooms in shite juice for everyone tonight... yeeeha!'"

Gerald sniffed loudly as a single Trollish tear rolls down his deformed face. "Well Ber'anx old boy I guess we need to find another rat from somewhere, but plenty more where that came from I guess." He concludes with a dismissive shrug.

Gerald screws up the paper and blows his nose loudly on it before wandering off to join the team's goblins who are celebrating outside, leaving the near catatonic revenant Ber'anx to his reverie.