Jake Gordin once wanted to be a musician. He grew up loving the guitar from a young age. Buying a guitar with the first money he managed to save up, he began feverishly practicing. He strove and worked and toiled, but for all his efforts, he remained a merely decent guitarist. He was told so one night by a withered, skeletal shell of a man, a haggard gaunt who feasted on beets in a park. Crushed by the realization, but electrified by the night's red moon, he set out to seek his fame in the only other place he knew: Blood Bowl.