Apart from a ban on weapons, the game had no rules. The Orks could use any kind of violence to win.
So these games usually began with a bloody mass brawl and ended with an even bloodier one.
The Bitey Squig the Orks fought over would often chew every Ork who grabbed it until their arms were a bloody mess. Bloodshed was the heart of the game, so the Orks called it Blood Bowl Squigball.
Clad in Power Armour and taller than an ordinary Boy, Clever Git was watching a game of Blood Bowl Squigball.
With his height, equipment, and position as the boss's lackey, Clever Git was someone most Orks wouldn't dare mess with. A crowd of bootlicking Gretchin surrounded him, too. They envied him immensely and aspired to become just like him.
"Hit him in the face! Get on with it! Hit him first, then grab the ball!" Fired up by the game, Clever Git hopped up and down in the stands, wishing he could be out on the pitch himself.
The Gretchin joined in the shouting. Whoever Clever Git cursed, they cursed, and whatever he said, they echoed.
"Nice one, nice one! You've got it, now run! Run! What're you scared of a little pain for? Stick out your arm and let the Squig bite it! Once it's got its teeth in something, it won't move! Don't be scared! Even if it bites your arm off, I'll introduce you to the best Painboy around! He'll stick a new one on you!"
Seeing the team he supported gain the advantage, Clever Git roared even louder, just like the most fanatical football supporters on Earth.
**"You bunch of morons! Stop those Boyz on the left! Why're you fighting your own teammates for the ball? It doesn't matter who gets