You know how it goes. At first you're doing what you love most. Make music, play guitar, sing a bit. Then things start to move fast, you get popular, you make money, you get good at spending money and before you know it you're doing stuff that you'd have thought of before as absolutely bonkers only because you got dared to. So there you are, strapped to a chair in some shady shack after way too much booze and illegal substances. One mate and a few other guys that think you're cool and don't mind you buying them drinks all night, are looking wide eyed at what's about to happen. What you think is a one armed goblin, it might be something else, is walking up to your chair with a rather large branding iron. "You shore bout dis eh?". You nod as the spikes approach your face. Why does the branding iron have spikes? The goblin doesn't ask any other questions, you paid him well apparently.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. Something got pierced, you died, everyone fled the scene and your body disappeared only to end up at a Blood Bowl team of all places. Your face is still a mess but no one ever dares you to anything. You do the daring now.

Did You Know
That Branded Rockstar has an actual brand of figurine rockstars? They sell rather well at the Nuzzling's games.