Ottweiler was pretty manly for a dwarf. The man had ambition, and was not willing to settle for being an ordinary troll slayer. Hour after hour at the gym pushed his strength beyond that of his peers. Mighty blow caused him to fell opponent after opponent, but then one day he met the werewolf Yo Diggity. At this moment he realized what he could never be. Sure, he could push people around and knock them down, but he could never inspire the pure terror that comes with a claw + mighty blow monster like Yo Diggity. As they say, if you can't beat them, join them. Ottweiler at this point decided that there was far more honor in life as a zombie next to this power of destruction and terror.

Tailgunner simply was not a soul worth saving, Given the choice between saving his freak of nature gutter runners, and the noble line rat, his coach practically laughed as Tailgunner begged for the doctor. Cursing his coach's insensitivity, he vowed revenge in a new and improved form. The fans happily agreed and gave him the mvp for his honorable death on the pitch.

Being a beastman for a chaos team must be a huge emotional tease. Such gory glory stares you in the face every match. Such potential for unbridled destruction. All one has to do is survive. Survive the line of scrimmage long enough to grasp one's true potential. Zombies face no such emotional burden. No one really blamed Stringer Bell for taking the easy way out.