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THE QUARANTINED CREW PLAY HARD! FIGHT HARDER! The Pub Brawlers were never the kind of team you’d call “graceful” or “honorable.” In fact, if there was an award for the dirtiest team in the league, they’d have taken it home every season...... and then probably headbutted the guy who handed it to them. This was a team that lived for the grind, the grit, and most of all, the glorious sound of a referee’s whistle just before they pretended not to notice a boot “accidentally” connecting with an opponent’s head. But their luck and their devil-may-care attitude, finally ran out after a particularly filthy match against the Undead forces of "Werewolf? There wolf!". The Brawlers played it like they always did, with more fouls than clean plays, and by the time the final whistle blew, the pitch looked less like a sports field and more like a crime scene. They celebrated their victory the way they always did! By drinking themselves into oblivion and starting another brawl just for the fun of it. But something was different this time. It started innocuously enough. Cormac “Kingpin” McGuinness, the team’s sharp-tongued thrower and self-appointed ringleader, noticed a bit of a cough. “Nothing a swig of Bugman’s can’t fix,” he joked, though the laughter turned to hacking soon after. The others laughed along, until they, too, started to feel the effects, first, a bit of fatigue, then some strange spots, and before long, they were sweating more than usual, and it wasn’t just from the exertion of booting their opponents while the ref wasn’t looking. Paddy "The Pounder" O'Malley, who could normally take a hit from a runaway cart and walk it off, found himself wheezing after merely kicking the teeth out of a fallen opponent. Liam "The Lad" Gallagher’s usual banter became more labored, and Jack "Jumper" Murphy had less of a spring in his step. Even Sean "The Scrapper" McCarthy, the team's eternal optimist, couldn’t muster more than a groan when someone suggested “one more round” after the match. Something was very, very wrong. The Brawler Brigade, their loyal and equally foul-tempered fans, noticed the change, too. Their boys weren’t looking so good, and it wasn’t just because they’d been punched one too many times. Rumors of a strange sickness spread faster than the plague itself, and soon enough, the city watch in Altdorf got involved. They decided the only way to keep this potential outbreak under control was to quarantine the whole lot.... the Brawlers, the Brigade, and anyone unlucky enough to have shared a drink with them in the past week. The authorities weren’t taking any chances. The Pub Brawlers were carted off to a remote, festering fortress on the outskirts of the Empire, a place so wretched that even the plague rats refused to visit. The Brawlers grumbled at first, but they had no strength left to put up a fight. “Just another lousy excuse to keep us from the pitch,” grumbled Kevin "Knuckles" Sullivan as they were locked away. “This better not mess with our training schedule,” Cormac muttered, still stubbornly chewing on his bubblegum despite the greenish hue spreading across his skin. But the real twist in this tale wasn’t the quarantine.... it was what was happening behind the scenes. You see, the Pub Brawlers had attracted the attention of someone.... something...... much darker and far more dangerous than the city watch. Nurgle, the Chaos God of Decay and Pestilence, had been watching these scrappy fighters for the entire season 1, and he liked what he saw. Oh yes, the Brawlers’ penchant for dirty play, their love for stomping a downed opponent, their total disregard for the rules..... these were traits that spoke to Nurgle’s very essence. In their relentless fouling, he saw potential. Where others saw a team on the verge of collapse, Nurgle saw his newest, most entertaining playthings. As the weeks dragged on in that damp, dismal fortress, the Brawlers didn’t just grow sicker..... they began to change. The sickness wasn’t killing them! It was transforming them. Cormac “Kingpin” McGuinness, once sharp as a tack and twice as mean, found his body swelling with boils and pus, his mind clouded by visions of rot and ruin. But did he panic? Did he scream? No, Cormac chuckled, actually chuckled, as his skin split and oozed. “Well, lads,” he gurgled, his voice thick and wet, “looks like we’ve finally found a sponsor.” Paddy "The Pounder" O'Malley, Liam "The Lad" Gallagher, Jack "Jumper" Murphy, and Sean "The Scrapper" McCarthy, the muscle of the team, underwent similarly grotesque changes. Their once-powerful frames ballooned with bloated, pestilent flesh, their muscles hardening into something monstrous. Their usual brawling didn’t stop, of course; it just got messier. Blood, pus, and something that smelled distinctly of old cheese began to decorate the pitch whenever they took a swing. And the smell? Well, let’s just say that opposing teams needed more than just a strong stomach to face the Brawlers now, they needed a gas mask. Seamus "Slick" McDermott and Declan "Shady" O'Shea, the team’s fleet-footed catchers, found themselves undergoing a more “refined” transformation. Nurgle saw fit to bless them with horns, hoves, and more boils than could be counted. Their speed remained, as much as speed can remain when you are rotting from inside, but now it was accompanied by a terrifying ferocity. They didn’t just catch the ball, they tore it out of their opponents’ hands, sometimes taking a limb with it. Their once-clever minds became more animalistic, driven by an insatiable hunger for the hunt. And when they pounced? Well, let’s just say there wasn’t much left to catch afterward. As for the linemen, Mick "The Mauler" O'Doyle, Kevin "Knuckles" Sullivan, Keiran "Knockout" Murphy, Rory "Ironjaw" McDonagh, and Donal "Deadeye" Kavanagh, they became the walking definition of “too stubborn to die.” Their bodies, now riddled with rot, refused to quit. Where once they had fought for glory and gold, now they fought for the sheer joy of spreading Nurgle’s gifts to anyone foolish enough to come within arm’s reach. Their minds were reduced to little more than festering thoughts of disease and decay, but they retained just enough of their old selves to keep a wicked sense of humor. After all, why just beat your opponent when you can also give them a nice case of boils as a parting gift? Then there was Tommy "The Tank" Byrne. The Ogre had always been the Brawlers’ secret weapon, a towering brute who could crush skulls with a flick of his wrist. But under Nurgle’s touch, Tommy became something far worse. His already massive body twisted and grew, mutating into a nightmarish Rotspawn, a hideous creature of tentacles, fangs, and festering flesh. His brain, never the sharpest tool in the shed, was now completely given over to Nurgle’s will. Tommy was a beast of pure instinct, driven by a single purpose: to crush, infect, and destroy. But even in his monstrous form, Tommy retained a certain charm. “Tommy smash!” he’d bellow with glee as he pulverized another opponent into the dirt, completely oblivious to the horror he’d become. Months passed, and when the authorities finally deemed it “safe” to open the gates of the fortress, they expected to find a weakened, broken team....... if they would find anyone at all. Instead, they were greeted by "The Quarantined Crew" A grotesque parody of the once-proud Pub Brawlers. Their bodies were bloated and rotting, their minds twisted into something dark and feral, but their spirit? Oh, their spirit was more alive than ever. They didn’t just survive the quarantine................... they thrived in it! So here’s to The Quarantined Crew, the dirtiest, nastiest, most foul team to ever grace the Blood Bowl pitch. They fought dirty, they died dirty, and now they play dirtier than ever. Opponents beware! They’re not here just to win. They’re here to make sure you’ll never be clean again.

This is a place for bedtime stories. How good it will be depends on the reader as well not just the ones who will appear week after week on the pitch and in our heart. The cast: - IMP (Blitzer) [Lvl 3; Dodge, Tackle] - CSÁPI (Blitzer) [Lvl 3; Dodge, Mighty Blow] - BLOB (Catcher) [Lvl 2; Wrestle] - András (Catcher) [Lvl 2; Dodge; -1 PA] - Support (Catcher) [Lvl 1] - LuciFeri (Thrower) [Lvl 1] - Elza (Lineman) [Lvl 1; -1 PA] - Kálmán (Lineman) [Lvl 1] - Nurse Adarna (Lineman) [Lvl 1] Photo before the first performance: Currently healing: - MegaKálmán (Lineman) [Lvl1; Serious Injury (+1 CAS rolls); 0 SPP] in Seeding Tournament went to heal after MD4 (played 4 games) - Neow (Lineman) [Lvl1; -1 PA; 0 SPP] in Seeding Tournament went to heal after MD7 (played 7 games) - Oracle (Lineman) [Lvl1; 5 SPP] in Seeding Tournament went to reconstruction after death during MD8 (played 8 games) - PÓK (Lineman) [Lvl2; Kick ; 2 SPP] in Season 1 went to reconstruction after death during MD1 (played 9 games) - Luke (Lineman) [Lvl1; -1 AV ; 0 SPP] in Season 1 went to heal after MD1 (played 10 games) - BABA IS THROW (Thrower) [Lvl3; Sure Hands, Block; 9 SPP] in Season 1 went to reconstruction after death during MD1 (played 7 games) Leaderboards: 1.) Top scorers: - CSÁPI (Blitzer): 3 touchdowns - BLOB (Catcher): 2 touchdowns - András (Catcher): 2 touchdowns - BABA IS THROW (Thrower): 2 touchdowns - IMP (Blitzer): 1 touchdown 2.) Fearsome attackers: Did you expect a needle. 3.) Top playmakers: - BABA IS THROW (Thrower): 1 assists and 0 handoff - IMP (Blitzer): 0 assists and 1 handoff - CSÁPI (Blitzer): 0 assists and 1 handoff 4.) Top killers: Press a button to continue. 5.) Fan service - CSÁPI (Blitzer): 2 crowd surfs - IMP (Blitzer): 1 crowd surf - Support (Catcher): 1 crowd surf 6.) Those who really died: - Oracle (Lineman) - PÓK (Lineman) - BABA IS THROW (Thrower) 7.) Hall of Fame: No fame, no gain. 8.) Our Heroes: Will come. Seasonal overview: 1.) Seeding Tournament - Group F: 4W - 2D - 3L (94 SPP).