“Trek through the dead of night to the pits of stench. There, among 79,000 fans, a game of bloodbowl commences among the armies of pestilence and the few who ride to die!

Here the winds of Hades could not go and the bastard brothers fell mightily like peasants to warrior kings.

But all was not lost! Hail to Adams, consumate warrior who rode home this day! A great snip by the claw of Inmundicia removes Adam's head! Would the apothecary restore him?! Nay! Death is his destiny. Let the fountain of red shower the world! And let thy soul descend into the ground! You slew many...and now reign below as their master in Hell!

Ten arrived...nine ride on...such is the way of the charioteer.”