The day Killn Time joined the Tyemdown Torturers was the happiest day of Mr. and Mrs. Time's life. Given the malicious nature of Dark Elf family relations they were just glad that he had left without cutting their throats in the night. When asked about his son's upcoming inaugural game his father had this to say while priming his blunder-bus: "At last we got rid of the evil little turd, now how the hell do we get rid of you?"

Killn's kid sister Dianne, however, had always looked up to her older brother and ran off to join the Tyemdown cheer-squad. During the weeks leading up to the first game of the season she practiced her cart-wheels and give-me-a-tees, and when the big day finally came she was ready with her humble routine. However, once she got on to the field she was so caught up in the screams of the Dark Elves and the screeches of the Skaven that, without thinking, as if possessed, she forgot her routine and dove straight into the forbidden cheer, the Lam-RaRa. Fans stared spell-bound as she tumbled, flew and bounced across the pre-game pitch, a blur of frilly skirt and pom-poms, right up to the point, during the final triple backwards somersault with splits finish, that she fell terminally into the Shipsinker's dug-out. The Skaven gave her a sniff and tossed her into the towel basket, the spectators bought some pop-corn and Killn Time shrugged. When asked about his daughter's untimely demise her father said, "That was just a bonus. Now stand still."

Of course, one of Nigglefish's Undead cronies, disguised as the laundry rat, quickly claimed the body and, after a few quick rites, Dianne was on her feet and ready to take to the field again as a mindless Zombie. While she lumbers across the pitch, somewhere, deep, deep down inside Dianne is doing cart-wheels.