Founding member.

One word! Warphead. This gobbo is totally and utterly addicted to all things warped. In his devious and smallish mind two personalities fight for control. An evil side and a completely bongus side. To him the only solution to the problem is separation of these two sides. The dilemma is he equally enjoys both. In comes warpstone. And where is it in an abundance... In the devotion to chaos and even more - in Blood Bowl. He really, really, really wants an extra head! And he will sever a lot of heads and limbs to get it in the name of all things chaotic.

Finally after a gruesome game against a band of halflings with chaotic tendencies he got his sought after mutation and grew a second head overnight.

Retired after a fifth foul from a highly specialized zombie bone-breaker finally tore through his leather tunic. The foul snapped the neck of his newly acquired head and this took the fight out of him.... 'I'ze mizz miselfz' was his last words before heading down into the underworld.