An indifferent fiddler by day, Watson's true income depends on his mighty shovel, the graveyard fence, and a hooded lantern of his own design.

A very brave human lineman, who played for BoundlessOptimism before being told to try to hold a position a little too close to the sidelines.

We gathered up the pieces and stitched them together while the game continued. Sadly, we were unable to find the skull, but the beer jug we stitched his old face onto seems to work at least as well!

It was thought that the Prince had been kidnapped in his youth by the Voornees family, but in truth he had merely retired to the crypts below Keep Tamilbone to explore the subtle pleasures and pathways laid down by his ancient forbears.

We had always assumed that No-Neck Ted was a zombie...but, in fact, it turned out that he was still alive.

Sure, he shambles, and groans, and eats brains. But underneath that filthy, neglected, exterior there still beats the heart of a ruthless cannibal killer.

We never knew the name of the body we pulled from the river, but the galvanic movement of the feet surprised even the most jaded of lab assistants.

Although the Count cannot be relied upon to actually play, his...peculiar...posturing has made him a great favorite with our fans.

A magnificent cornerback for the Seattle Sea Dwarves before he met the Nameless Drowning Victim. So taken was he by her surprising technique that he requested a trade to our team in order to study at her extremities.

We can only hope that Aaron hasn't forgotten how to catch after being unearthed by Smythe in our first ever match where a tombstone appeared - he used to be a proud catcher for the Stony Man Doctrine.