"Honk if you like beer!"

Finally, some of the biggest projects on the compounds bore fruit, and the Hurti-Gurti MK I, so named for her lovely sound, takes to the pitch for her first few testdrives.

Bronze Rumble, the current driver and lead mechanic on this project, describes the last few months as a kind of feverdream, fueled by beer and oil. He is very VERY proud of his Hurti and talks about nothing else.

On a more technical note, Hurti seems to resemble a large construction vehicle to the untrained eye, but with a massive, glowing orb installed at the front. This gravity-sphere, or gravball, utilizes strong forcewaves to slam targets in front of it with enormous destructive power. The MK I lacks complicated aiming devices so far, which makes targeting opponents a bit of a hassle.

"Wrumwruumm!"

The third male speedster for the team, Bobby brings not a cart, but a self-constructed trike to the pitch. It is still in its infancy, but he hopes to collect enough data to finetune it to new performance peaks.

"Wotcha!"

She missed the debute of the team due to some unforseen... well, drinks. Regardless, Tira goodnaturedly joined the roster after the first match, having finally figured out the pressurevalve problem on her steamkart.

Her laughter as she speeds around and tries ever more dangerous sliding maneuvers is quite infectious for the whole team, bringing some more cheerfulness to the pitch.

"Fire!"

Normally, a heavily wounded veteran will get a small honor and an even smaller stipend. Not so if your old army buddy is the professor with a special interest in prosthetics and a horde of eager students.

After he got patched up, Seargent Strongarm willingly got under contract for the Gears of Glory. He felt he owed his old friend that much. Besides, he isn't too old to be useful!

He is sporting a compact bazooka attachment, when joining his team on the pitch, specialised for far distance ball shots. A technique with which the team has yet to be familiarized with.

"These boots were made for kicking."

Proud inventor of the modified safety boots "Footpriest^TM" (they save your soles), Burleigh enters the pitch to enthusiastically kick everything and everyone to stresstest his newest model.

A small stain on his honor, a little accident in the past regarding a large book, a stairway and an empty bottle of selfmade moonshine (or shoemine, as the locals say), took his chosen pitchname "The Bloodwalker" from him. Someone (we can only guess) changed a letter on his trikot at night, a constant reminder of his embarassment. He tried to change the trikot back, but the name just stuck.

"That still in use or can it go?"

Riggy was a lonely janitor of an abandoned storage area, until the professor bought the whole area and converted it to what is now the headquarters and main workshop of the GoGs.

He still takes his role as janitor and maintenance worker very seriously, but he sees a lot of stuff happening and is learning quite a bit.

After serving the team for twenty games as a faithful, if uncreative, linedwarf, he got his first major breakthrough and promptly got promoted. Turns out that his FDDT (Far Distance Disposal Technique) could be implemented on the pitch as well. (This was discussed with him after a few students tried to emulate his strong kicks against several random trash items on the compounds grounds to get them near or into the trash container).

"Rust and Bones! Let me show you how its done."

The professor was initially the one to form the little community that later formed a bloodbowl team to stresstest their inventions.

Being something of a father figure, the older dwarf keeps a balance between lecturing and motivating.

He lost his left hand in an accident many years ago and is one of the leading scientists in the field of limb replacements.

Custom-made for the pitch, he can swap his hand for a nasty chainsaw-extension, which is the focus of many envious looks to this day.

"Catch!"

One of the leading demolition enthusiasts, Short Mac recently developed a way to store unstable plasma matter in small breakable spheres.

Not trusting anyone with them, he is set to test them out on the pitch himself, not caring for the risk in the eye of progress.

"Why hellooo, wanna build something special together?"

Every small student community has someone like him. Half decent looking, but too sure of himself by half. The selfproclaimed playboy jumped at the opportunity to show off on the pitch to impress more women.

If not engaged in flirting, he is a surprising decent workbuddy that has a keen eye for alchemy. He ist constantly trying to improve the fuel- and blackpowder formulas for the team.

"Measure twice."

The "Flatking" got his nickname due to his exxessive use of his trusty folding ruler. His overcorrectness borders on autism and is a constant source of amusement and misery for the group.

"Right away, sir."

Being called a teachers pet in the past, Leera volunteered to become Professor Gearbeards personal assistant and defends that position with a burning zeal.

Nowadays she is a mixture of secretary, adjutant and general right hand of the prof and manages the day-to-day affairs of the team.

Behind her back, some of the younger dwarfs joke that the professor, with Leera as his right hand, practically has two chainsaws.

"Get a grip."

Tongs joined up as one of the main mechanic crew. His specialty are his steady hands and talent to hold still for a long time, giving his colleagues the chance for precision work on whatever he is holding.

A good man to have in a pinch.

"Ops, sorry. I can dent that out no problem."

Belt is the one you call for the rough and dirty work. Never a shortage of that in the workshop. He loves the sound of hammer on metal.

He also has a very nice singing voice.