“It was a nice sunny day in the village of dale. The sun was out, the ladies were hanging on our arms, the birds were chirping and the feeling of peace was in the air.

Abominations in the village square!!! To arms!!!

"Not again"

The Hammers run with all haste to the village square. Mass chaos and anarchy. CPOMination is dimantling all the vendors shops and carts. They are hunting for grapes and bannanas in the village square. Why? who cares? Besides due to the Empires geographical situation tropical fruits are very rare and only found in Marienburg and Altdorf. So needless to say this was pointless venture on their chaos addled minds.

The Hammers come up short when they see the abominations running ramapant. Then their leader emerges from the childrens shop he was looting with a diaper on his head. "Hammers! We finally meet on the pitch of battle! To war!!"

"Oh I think you have the wrong "Hammers" good sir. We just happen to be a minstril troupe passing through, we are called the Hammers. Thus these uniforms and Hammer symbol on our helmets, just musicians."

The Big brute contemplates this. "But you must do battle on the grid Iron. The scheduler God has demanded it. You have no choice."

"Well sir, I believe in free will and no, ah, scheduler God dictates my fate."

The big Brutes eyes get all pudgy. "You defy the will of the God? you deny the rightful order of things in the universe know as the box? Well you then only have one choice, you must conceed and face the dredead 4+ roll or your stars leave your team and we get all your gold? DO you wish to invoke the right of concession?"

Wow this brute uses big words.

"Ah good sir, you do not seem to understand. We are a travelling band of musicians and have no idea what you are talking about. Further more any more mention of this heathen, chaos spawn God know as the Scheduler will force our hand."

The brutes eyes get wide. "HERESY! you insult our God and then do not answer our question. Play Blood Bowl or conceed. Those are your only two options."

The Hammers look at each other and start straping up the chin straps.

"Oh bloody Hell. TO WAR!!!!!!!!!"

Both sides collide in a massive scrum from hell. They meet at the mid field and the Hammers immediatly start getting laid out to the KO and CAS box. Bodies are flying left and right. the "Boot" is flying but can only tally one BH. It is just ugly. Came in with a 13 man squad and at half we have 7. When the ref finally blows the whistle we are down to 3.

The brutes just wander off into the woods on their search for fruits. Strange.

The Hammers are all strewned out in the village square.

"We are never coming back to this back water viallage ever again."”