Contrary to popular belief, Roger Moore is not in fact the film actor perhaps best known for playing James Bond between 'Live and Let Die' and 'View to a Kill'.

He is infact his evil twin, whose superior acting ability is matched only by his desire to exact revenge on his usurping twin brother through the only means possible- the hallowed turf of the Bloodbowl pitch...

The third Attenborough, this sibling possesses neither the soothing but authoritative tones of David, nor the cinematic genius of Sir Richard.

But of the three, he proved himself to have a slight advantage when it comes to lobbing small forest-spirits over great distances, and so where his brothers were shipped off to the BBC and Film School respectively, he was taught the subtle art of hitting things with his branch-like appendages and trying not to squash his unwitting projectiles.

What needs to be said about the mysterious and enigmatic figure known only as The Flying Ballsnatcher?

He can fly (if he is thrown) and he has a disturbing predeliction for grasping the testes of opposing players.

You have been warned...

He's so magic, he doesn't need to play. He just watches in secrecy while a projected illusion of himself takes his place on the pitch.


Or so he claims...

Mushroom was not born of mortal brownie.

He is the product of an unholy union of fresh field mushrooms and sticky italian rice, caused by accident before his slow-witted parents realised that in order to successfully procreate they probably needed to at least meet each other.

Nonetheless, Mushroom was loved as if a regular child, and has since sought to prove his worth on the Bloodbowl field.

When his acquaintances (and I call them that because noone would readily call themselves a friend of Mr Plutonium) whisper in dark corners, far from prying eyes, they are often too terrified to whisper anything other than one word, over and over like a dreadful chant to an unholy daemon of Bloodbowl.

One word.


And that word is Boom.