“The hands of fate were clutched on this one! After 11 days in limbo, they who are Hellbound ride once more, armed two fisted with Springfield's finest beers, they charge into the ever hungry maw of Hell! Let the battle of glory and death choose who shall be hero...and who shall lay cold!

A virus rips the ranks of the chariots leaving a mere 8 to face the full forces of orcs! But the names of veteran road warriors were whispered by the gods...and bless with the power of the raging sun...and prowess of the thunderous lightning! Ye eight shall stand this day and stalemate thy enemies.

Hail to Backfire and Worm for diving into the void! Sent into the ground by the mailed fist of orc aggression, ye don't go alone! Dragging down with you the hand of thy killer...Eva Mendes! Take the war of bloodbowl with you into the smoldering wastes of Hades!

DeMaio "A proud game to end in tie. We dust off the chains of dormancy and ride into the blackness of night! Let the whips upon beasts, the thunder of music, and the songs of glory sung by thousands tell the four corners of the world...the Hellbound are back on the prowl!"

roar!”