<i>‚The league is rid of Lino Byron, but the deadly slime of his pen still remains.’</i> <br><br>Fond of slander and libel and disrespect. <br><br>Pissed off ghoul Stinky Skat, who had failed the simple task of picking up the ball time and time again, by taking the ball as if it was the easiest thing in the world and dangling it in the ghouls face going "What's the matter, are you afraid of touching things with more brains than you?" for which the ghoul promptly smashed Byrons beautiful delicate hand. <br><br>His final game was spent entirely in a private conversation with a Rat Ogre. High as a kite, Byron spit his blood and saliva and spite at Spike relentlessly. Listening to Byrons ravings is enough to drive any man mad and halfway through the game the Rat Ogre could be see trying to DODGE away from Byron, just to get away before what brains it had dripped out of his ratty ears. <br><br>These days, he's coked up on drugs and booze and rage, and writes poetry with his crippled hand, though every stroke of the pen pains him nearly as much as the words sting the reader. His official position with the team is Assistant Coach, but he couldn't teach anyone anything except his own penchant for self-destruction. Instead he acts as the Outlaws official mad poet. <br><br>Part of the <a href="http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=group&op=view&at=0&group=4848&show=18345">Season 1 Championship</a> squad. Despite serious injury he only missed one game.