This little skink was the first to become a designer hand bag for the rich elite of the Blood Bowl world. He died just having scored his first touchdown, having recovered a bouncing ball in the end-zone. His celebration was short-lived, though some say the problem was that he was still celebrating, as he got crushed to a pulp by an angry Amazon on the very next kick-off.

The little guy was a future star whose career was cut far too short. He's gone from carrying the ball, to carrying lipstick and perfume in his current hand-stitched form.

In honour of his death, and the teams first win, it seemed fitting, though wasteful, to award him the MVP for the game.