Sordo was always dirty, smelly, and green, but yet he never really felt complete.
His team mates would always tease him about eating the heads of halflings first.
Everyone laughed as he explained that it was an acquired taste, and commented back
that was being a dirty player such a refined taste as well. Tired of the teasing,
Sordo found a new home where no one would tease him for his love of brains. A
home where he could merrily kick any downed opponent, and do some nibbling while
the ref wasn't looking. A home that could only called, Hell's Waiting Room.