“Bad Bay Hackers™ 0 - 1 Heartstealing Harlots

"OK losers, time to die!" That was the message he sent to his players before the match against the evil dark elves.

After the first loss Pegleg had trained his players quite ferociously, making them sweat and realize what Blood Bowl was really about. His pre-match speech, he hoped, would spur them into a frenzy, but when he saw their reaction he just shook his head, almost ashamed of his team.

His team started the match poorly with several blocks worthy of a place in Blood Bowl's 'Hall Of Shamed Blocks', making it more difficult for his team to recover. Eventually the 0-1 was inevitable, and Pegleg made sure his players didn't feel too great about them after the game by making them stand on his deck, Garth in front of everyone. Everyone knew what was to happen.

"This scum has not proven his quality and now it's time he pays me back!" he bellowed, pointing at Garth with his hook, his expression full of fury.

A man stepped onto his deck, a man of many years, holding a thick book which surely weighed several pounds. His voice barely audible over the wind whipping the deck, rain in its wake. "Mr. Pegleg, nice to meet you again. You have somethin' I like, do you?"

"Yes I have, Mr. Nobody. Garth is my latest loser, you may have him for no price at all. What about two coins, Nobody?"

"Gold coins you mean? Oh no no, he's injured and in no shape at all. How many matches under his belt? Two is it? One coin will do, be happy I don't take silver coins but I'm in a rather splendid mood today." He ended this sentence with a broad smile that sent the players shivers down their spines.

"One and a half, Nobody, or you end up like him!"

"Ok ok Pegleg, I'll take him, but because I'm your old friend and in a good mood."

So Garth was taken by the man, cuffed and in a bad shape, probably not knowing what was to happen to him as he'd been propped full with pills. Garth would be a short line in Blood Bowl's history, if anybody bothered to put his life into text. Nobody had.”