The Dwarf Runner – The Bearded Bullet of the Blood Bowl Pitch
Ah, pull up a stool and grab a flagon of Bugman’s XXXXXX, dear reader! Today, we’re descending into the subterranean world of the Dwarf Faction in Blood Bowl. Specifically, we’re looking at a position that is as essential to a Dwarf team as beard wax is to a Longbeard: the Dwarf Runner (or as many old-school coaches still call them, the “Dwarf Catcher”). Now, I know what you’re thinking. “A Dwarf catching things? Isn’t that like asking a brick to perform a ballet?” Well, you’re not entirely wrong. But in the wacky, high-stakes world of Nuffle’s favorite sport, the Runner is a marvel of engineering, stubbornness, and surprisingly nimble fingers.…
Weekly Waffle #418 – Pocket Rockets and Gridiron Grudges
2nd May 2026 The Mojo I’ve had another good week again this week even though I’ve been really busy at work so hobby time has been limited. I’ve been cracking on with Blood Bowl and have another couple of minis finished off. I’ve also spent quite a bit of time on the train this week and I’ve been working ideas for a couple of future projects. One is more on the kit bash side of the house with a new Gang for Necromunda and the other is a new colour scheme for an existing Necromunda gang. For the new gang I’m going to have to track down some bits for…
The Troll Slayer – Blood Bowl’s Mohawked Missile of Mayhem
Welcome back, sports fans and plastic crack addicts! Today, we’re lacing up our boots and heading to the gridiron of the Old World. We’re talking about Blood Bowl, the game where the grass is stained red, the referee is usually bribed, and the “touchdown” is often secondary to a well-placed elbow to the windpipe. But we aren’t just looking at any team. We’re focusing on the stunties. Specifically, the most unhinged, death-seeking, orange-haired lunatics to ever grace a pitch: the Dwarf Troll Slayer. If you’ve ever looked at a game of rugby and thought, “This needs more axes, existential dread, and vertical hair,” then boy, do I have the player…
Weekly Waffle #417 – Blood Bowl’s Mohawked Missile of Mayhem
25th April 2026 The Mojo I’ve had another good week on the hobby front. Progress has been slow but steady and I’ve really enjoyed my hobby time. On a none hobby front I’m love bike racing, the pedal powered version. And this week they announced the Tour De France Feemi will be coming to the UK for a stage between Manchester and Sheffield. Both are cities I work in on a regular basis and the announcement was done right opposite our Manchester office. Which as something is a surprise. But a very nice one. On The Work Bench I’ve been cracking on with my blood bowl dwarves this week and…
The Dwarf Lineman – The Grumpy, Unmovable Meatloaf
Welcome back to the Chronicles here at TerminatorTids! Pull up a sturdy bench, preferably one reinforced with iron bands, and pour yourself a double measure of the finest Bugman’s XXXXXX. Today, we are heading deep into the mountain vaults to talk about the literal foundation of the most stubborn, resilient, and occasionally infuriating faction to ever grace the gridiron. We’re talking about the Dwarf Lineman, or as the official scrolls call them, the Longbeards. Now, if you’ve ever played Blood Bowl, you know the feeling of looking across the Line of Scrimmage and seeing a row of these stout fellows. It’s like looking at a stone wall that has decided…
Weekly Waffle #416 – The Grumpy, Unmovable Meatloaf
18th April 2026 The Mojo: Welcome back to this week’s weekly waffle and amongst this weeks updates I am also trying out a little bit of a change to the flow of waffle. Trying to add a little bit of structure to help me keep things on track. But don’t worry it’s not a wholesale change to the content. Just trying to break things down into sections so that it’s easier to read, easier to find things, and easier for me not to forget things. It’s been a good week this week even though I haven’t actually got a lot completed. Lots of travel for work has given me some…
Weekly Waffle #415 – Hopefully not the Emperors new clothes.
Weekly Waffle #415 – Hopefully not the Emperors new cloths. 11th April 2026 Good morning and welcome to the new look Weekly Waffle. I don’t have much of a hobby update for you this week, although I have got some painting time in. Instead this week the update is going to be all about the new look for the site. Something I’ve spent far too much time working on. But to be fair most of that time has been spent getting things wrong and having to correct them. For anyone who actually knows what they are doing there has probably only been a mornings worth of work. But I’m not…
The Halfling Lineman – The Pint-Sized, Pie-Powered Paradox of Blood Bowl
Ah, welcome back to the Chronicles! Grab a stool, mind the crumbs, and make sure your shinguards are securely fastened. Today, we’re descending into the mud, mayhem, and magnificent aromas of the Blood Bowl stadium. We aren’t talking about the high-flying grace of the Wood Elves or the terrifying industrial violence of the Chaos Dwarves. No, today we are honouring the true backbone of the sport, the player who faces down Ogres with a smile, a spatula, and a very short life expectancy. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the Halfling Lineman. Picture this: a stadium packed with sixty thousand screaming fans. The air is thick with the scent…
The Biased Referee – The Best Justice Money Can Buy
Ah, welcome back, dear reader, to the grand and muddy spectacle of the Chronicles! Today, we’re stepping off the line of scrimmage and away from the sweating piles of muscle to focus on the most important man on the pitch. No, not the star Thrower or the legendary Ogre. We are talking about the man with the whistle, the striped shirt, and a very large, empty pocket just waiting to be filled with gold. Ladies and gentlemen, keep your voices down and your purses open as we discuss the Biased Referees of Blood Bowl. Picture this: Your star Blitzer has just been blatantly fouled. A boot has made contact with…
The Prince of Thieves – The Rooftop Royalty of the Guild
Ah, welcome back, dear reader, to the shimmering, shadow drenched streets of Venice! Today, we’re scaling the heights of the Serenissima, moving away from the docks and the dark alleys to find someone who treats the entire city like his personal playground. We are diving back into the magnificent world of Carnevale, and today’s spotlight shines brightly on the most charismatic rogue in the Guild faction: the Prince of Thieves. Picture this: A moonlit night over the San Marco district. A group of heavily armed Patrician guards are patrolling a stone bridge, their armour clanking with every step. Suddenly, a flash of red silk and the glint of a rapier…
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