“I’d run clean out of gear after the party the other night, so I called my dealer up, Azuth, to arrange another meeting! Did I tell you we swapped numbers? No. Well… we did, turns out he’s a nice guy under all of that Fanatical Hysteria.

We met up, I got my Mushrooms, repaid him with a 6-0 whooping!

I’m starting to think that Fanatics don’t make the best Blood Bowl gladiators.

Anyway… on my way home I saw that Dog from the other night humping someone else’s leg, BITCH!!! I followed her home, got picked up by the cops for stalking, and had my stash taken away!!! Still, not all bad… Maybe I can utilize my stalking skills on the pitch? Hmm.”