“After being "kenty'd" by the Metropolis, we nurse our scars in ale and bloodbowl! No rest! When you fall off your chariot, you get right back on!

and the gods hear our warcry! Dauntless up, riders of death, and take on the ranks of hell itself...nurgle!

Hail to Dread Scott who wins the game turn 16! You shine like a golden hero! Bathe in the glory and upgrade to mighty blow! Let thy hands bleed the opposition as well as catch the ball!

and to Berserker Eric, consumate warrior! Splatter a rotter into green goo and ride through his blood in victory!

But the doomsday award goes to Fast Taker, the newest dirty player! Foul the great beast back into the hellhole it came! Somewhere within all those tentacles and mouths lies a head! Reach deep into the chaos, grab, and pull with a hero's might! Take thy war prize and parade forever more! Look at it still writhing in thy hands...I don't think it'll ever die! Chain it to your chariot and let it guard it from intruders and thieves! yarr!

DeMaio "a nice morale boost win. and the coins floweth and grant us Ross the Bossenator! Strong, powerful, and full of maddness, ride into the fray and leave with enemy head in hand!"”