This was no longer fun. The boys of the Bellringers clearly understood the magic and chemistry of a band of drunken bar patrons raucously bashing heads and playing BloodBowl while chasing down a ninny elf, well, was fading. They stood… Read the rest

He spat out a gob full of blood and one of his few remaining teeth not and gave a bloody his training partner a bloody grin, his young opponent stood frozen in fear staring Vulcans Arturo Scalluci he relaxed when… Read the rest

A dark cloud hung over the Main Stage. A season of highs and lows had sunk to new depths. Despite Hamlet and his troupe being on the brink of a first ever playoff spot, the crushing deaths of one of… Read the rest

Greg Thompson: Good morning sports fans. Last night we witnessed the first victory of “Die Orkischen Brecher”. A clean 2:0 against the Teenage Mutant Denizens, an underworld team with a coach new to the sideline of a Blood Bowl pitch.… Read the rest