Last week I had the chance to paint and enjoy this Big Bad Family of ugly old boys. Most of them fought on the legendary Astro Granite pitch, a smaller stadium where the knuckles beat breaking skulls... And the poor good boys from the Old World had no time to run or hide.
If you talk with any of these guys and ask to one of them about objectives of the game, probably none of them will known how to spell the word touchdown, because Blood and Bowl have nothin to see with it.
