| Blood Bowl Grave

I will be dead, and Blood Bowl will be the world sport. The rest of the AT will all own their own franchises, and get together in their luxury spaceship boxes for the matches to give each other good-natured ribbings as their teams win and lose. You will all watch your grandchildren play and laugh and you will think to yourselves what a wonderful life Blood Bowl has given you. All that you are, all that your legacy will be, all that others want to be, will be tied to the grand old sport of Blood Bowl.

Then, one of you will take pause for a moment, not entirely sure why, and you will be hit with a vague, foggy memory. You will turn to the others and ask if they remember a fellow by the name of Eric Hessell. The rest will reply, "nope", and continue on into an infinity of Blood Bowl Nirvana.