Chet Lingus, who would later be know as STFD(Sliped, Tripped, Fell on my Dick) made a brash entrance into the world of Blood Bowl. Chet was born to Maggie and Cunny Lingus in a time of great prosperity for the Lingus family. Chet's Uncle Norbert was a weathy halfling slave trader who took a liking to the impressionable youth. Unfortunatly, Chet's relationship with his Uncle was short lived as Norbert got his genitalia caught in the drive shaft of an eighteen wheeler, and died of humility soon after. The only memories Chet had with his favorite Uncle were sitting in the parlor waching their favorite blood bowl teams battling to disfigure each other in new and interesting ways. Using all of his Uncle's inheritance, and a new lust for life, Chet made his way through the blood bowl minors and eventually earned a spot on the Belligerant Burnclockers roster.
Chet, never being known for his grace was injured in his first game with the Burnclockers. He was vigorously attempting to dodge an opponent when he hit a rough patch of grass, slipped and broke his leg. This injury limited his movement, but based on his contributions to the team, he was allowed to play again when his leg healed.
But like all good things, Chet's blood bowl carrer would soon be marred. During his second game a rampaging treeman leveled Chet into the ground, breaking the poor lads head and giving him a permanet seat on the Burnclockers bench as an assistant coach.