Well fellow beards and semi interested readers, this is the story of 'Pit Machine' and how a bunch of incarcerated psychopaths came to find themselves on the Blood Bowl pitches of the 'Old World'. Many years ago, Dwarfs were rich beyond compare. Trade with the Elves was profitable and the people of Grungi and Valaya flourished, mining the earth for her precious metals and gold, as no one else could. Crime was nigh unheard of in 'The Golden Age' but as the winds of time blew, a dark cloud would fall over the great race and 'The Golden Age' would come to an end. The Goblin and Chaos wars brought about the first hold to fall, Karak Varn, and over the next 3000 years the Dwarfs proud race would fight a grim battle for survival, times were increasingly tough and survival became day to day, with crime at an all time high, something had to be done. So it came to pass, in the Imperial year -15 after his rescue by Sigmar, high king of Karaz-a-Karak, Kurgan Ironbeard announced the construction of 'The Pit', a multi level correctional facility capable of housing 100,000 inmates, the likes of which no one had ever seen. A thousand stone masons and their sons travelled by road and by mountain to build the most impregnable prison in the old world, built into the mountain, there was one entry and exit, solid rune struck stone laying between society and criminal mass. Convicts from the entire kingdom were centrally located in one facility. This new complex was the answer to the Kingdoms need to clean up society, and provide the labour force required to mine the massive amounts of Gold, Gems, Metal and Gromril required to arm the Kingdoms armies in wars that would last another 2500 years. After hundreds of years of operation, a particularly brutal minority of the population became involved in the highly dangerous task of 'Gromril Foraging'. A group of psychopathic murderers and miscreants would be sent out to scout the deepest tunnels and caves for the Gromril the Rune Smiths needed for the crafting of the finest weapons and armour. In short, a way of controlling the longevity of the most violent and influential prisoners in the complex. Over time, the gang had earned significant notoriety and embraced the 'population control' techniques implemented by the prison administration, although it came at an extremely high price (your life more often that not). Being one of them, meant gaining exclusive access to mid ranking officialdom and gold (if you could steal it), if only for the short time remaining in ones life. Over time, the Job and the group became inseparable and after a particularly savage piss up, involving way too much Bugmans and cave shrooms, the group would be known going forward, as 'The Machine', or a poor Dwarven likeness of one at least. Some many more years passed and a level of volatile understanding grew between the screws and the gang, certain privileges were made available one could say. At the height of the Great war against Chaos, unprecedented numbers of gang members fell foul to warpstone gasses, goblin spears and any number of evil creatures, the gang was pushed to the limit, trying to meet the insatiable need for all metals. So impressed by what he had heard and later seen, that at the end of this particular war, the 'Machine' was unofficially rewarded for their extreme bravery by the king of eight peaks, Belegar himself. Short on Ironbreaker's Gromril armour after years of fighting and in dire need of re supply, Belegar's personal retinue was the direct recipient of one shipment. He insisted personally on a reward after his return to Karak Eight Peaks, personally meeting in secret with Pit officialdom and the heads of the gang. After a few tankards of ale, a reward was thus agreed upon and Grinti Ironjaw, cousin to Grim and gang leader, negotiated the Pits first ever blood bowl pitch. In 2350, the pitch was constructed, Astro-Granite, acid etched lines, dugouts, all the trimmings, and by imperial year 2500 regular inter-block matches were held. This also proved to be another great population control technique, the first tourney resulting in a stunning 24 dead dwarfs and a riot to boot. It wasn't until recent stunning revelations involving the wardens son, another male official and two squigs, that game play outside the prison became possible. Using this 'chinese whisper' as leverage 'The Machine' deviously black mailed the warden into supplying funding for a stand alone prison blood bowl team and some spare coin to facilitate other necessities required by a competitive outfit. One 'must have' identified in early stages of planning was a squig colostrum injection program, amateurishly attempted in prison, it was known from time to time to have great, but highly unpredictable side effects, fully harnessed who knows what potential benefits may be enjoyed by a person injected regularly. After a gruelling selection process overseen by Grinti, the initial eleven man squad was chosen for its maiden SSC season. the name was all but a foregone conclusion. A cross between their 'home' and their 'gang', Pit Machine was a lock . These ill tempered,foul mouthed stinking fuck wits formed a rag tag bunch that no one ever thought would win a match...............in time, how surprised they would all be.