Der SchimmelReiterz!

Independent of the cowardly and weak weak masters of Clan Rigens we moved to the tunnels below the barren wastelands of Naggorath many many years ago but not before we kidnapped the grandest breeding expert experts of Clan moulders to produce the meanest and vicious vicious grey rats the old or new world has ever seen seen. We snook snook into the home legendary dark elf blitzer Dagorac Doomsorrow and stole his son and forced Dagorac to train our broods before he was eaten eaten by a rat ogre hehehehe

But now we are returned returned to show Clan Rigens and all of the Eirie Downs inferior teams how to play and bleed bleed

We will win win and kill kill all

The auspicious 13th spawn spawn of 47 rats with 2 heads and claw claws of steel I was chosen chosen by Skrit Warpweaver of Clan Moulder to be trained by Clan Rigens as a blitzer for the Sylvania Sewerhawks. I rose rose thru the ranks fast fast and became famous after disembowelling a Kroxigor who had just swallowed a fellow lineman whole whole saving him. Before I could rise rise to my rightful place of legend I was attacked on the eve of the Skaven Bowl XXXIV final, a Clan Eshin assassin stab stabbed me and the poison although not kill killing me ended my career and I left left to plot my revenge on the jealous Clan Rigen Masters

Gutter Runner Sninq Shadowblight is as fast fast as he is cruel cruel in a recent exhibition against Chaos Dwarfs Hashut Harbringers he slice sliced the tendons of a centaur who stopped him from scoring a TD, the scream screams of agony on the sideline were a fitting accompaniment to him going on to then score score 3 TD's

An inferior race like yours Richard Von Macanov couldn't comprehend superior Skaven minds so let me simplify it for you we will run fast fast and dodge dodge to score score and of course kill kill hehehehe

We are Skaven we will breed breed and mutate players greater greater than anyone else

Sitting atop the mound of bones of my fellow coaches players drinking blood blood from the trophy.

"Whats your teams name Coach?"

'Braindead United'. We're a new local squad in the West Division drafted entirely from ex-members of the Eirie Downs community.   

"Tell me about them and their history so far?"

During the last full moon I went down to the cemetary to do a spot of graverobbing, as you do. When I got there, there was a massive dog snuffling round the graves looking for old bones. So I called her over and got her to helping me dig. The first grave turned up a lovely pewter ring, a pair of false teeth and a glass eye for me, and the dog (I called her Kitty) got to chow down on some pretty stinky intestines for her efforts.

I know a bit of the ol' Dark Magicks from my time in the Boy Scouts, so I wove a conjuring and puppeted the unearthed cadaver up onto its feet. I gave it a spare shovel and we all got to digging up more graves. I always bring a few extra shovels, and every new corpse that gets dug up is animated and added to the workcrew for the graveyard shift.  By the end of the night, I had a good haul of buttons, coins, cheap jewellery and a pair of boots that fit me just right - lovely leather ones too, barely had a maggot in them.

It was getting on for sunrise, so just as I was about to send the workcrew back into their graves I noticed that they'd started fighting amongst themselves.  They were scrapping over a decapitated head with a particuarly tasty smelling brain in its box.  Seeing them shambling around after the head and grabbing it off each other gave me an idea. The idea? ...that I could make money out of these braindead idiots!

"Coach tell me a bit about yourself and your achievements before you became head coach of Braindead United?"  

I've had many titles in my time: thief, hobo, convict, juggalo, schemer, drunk...  the list goes on. I've never been a coach before, although the league officials tell me that I have many life skills from my chequered past more than qualify me for this gig.  

"Which of your players should the fans be keeping a eye in the upcoming season?"

Kitty is definitely gonna be the big attraction this season - turns out she's not a dog at all - she's a bleedin' werewolf! How weird is that?  

"You have a tough first few games what your tactics coming in to the first 4 games of the season?"

This season is not about tactics, it's about earning me money.  As long as there is death and carnage on the pitch then fans will pay to come through those turnstiles.  It doesnt matter if my team members die - they're already dead. I'll just go and dig up some new ones.

"Blood Bowl is a rough sport how you do you intend to expand, or just survive the first games though recruitment"?

Well, I've heard that there's a wee cemetary on the town outskirts, so Im gonna take a trip out there on a recruitment drive. Also, Kitty tells me she's got a younger brother who is about to hit puberty - if he turns out to be a moonlight bumsniffer then I'll be drafting him onto the team too.  

"Finally coach were do you expect to finish this season?"

Fingers crossed, by the end of the season I expect to be heading to the coast with Eirie Downs a fading memory behind me. I fancy exploring the world a bit...   Also,  there's a few outstanding warrants for my arrest - so if I dont leave this miserable place soon, then by the end of the season I'll be back in jail.

"And now a interview with one of the leagues rookie players, Ozzy rookie blocker for the Reiksfang Penitentiary Racketeers we are pleased to get to chat to one of the top drafted players this year after the Racketeers head coach refused to talk to me accusing me of favoritism to one of the Dwarf team in the league! a professional like me??"