Book of Lions 16: 9-18

An excited murmur ripples through the flock of referees gathered in the Temple of Bleergh as High Priest Blandino takes the podium, a fanatical grin on his face.   Welcome Brothers! Once again we gather in His most holy Hall of Holding to pledge our undying dedication to Bleergh. Hail Bleergh! HAIL BLEERGH! Today is a special day, Brothers.

In the Grim, Dark Off-season…

...there is only conflict. Upon the blasted-out ruins of a forgotten peninsula, called Boca Raton in the Third Age, the thirty two Primarchs of the Shieldperium meet to decide what tactical changes must occur before the War begins in earnest once more in the months to come. "Take your seats." The halls of

FLAGS FOR THE FLAG GOD

[Deep beneath 345 Park Avenue, carved from the bedrock a millennium ago, lurks a dark and sinister temple. Within its smoky, yellow fabric draped halls corrupted men of modern society gather to pay service to an ancient being of forfeiture and punishment. High Priest Blandino, a flag adorned skull atop his head,