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All praises to Hashut the magnificent! Hashut is master of lightning and thunder. Hashut is the tremor in the ground. Hashut sends his wrath in form of Storm-bulls to hunt and torment every living soul. And Hashut wants that ball! So step aside, and kneel in the ash, as here he comes: Hthark, Hashut’s avatar and chosen son! Smashed shall be his foes, under his hooves, that rage with fire and storm. Frozen shall be the mortals, hit by the lightning, escaping from his burning eyes. Hthark is your shadow! Your torment! So shiver and shrivel up inside, when his Mighty comes to conquer and destroy your pathetic little bowl, that you! - puny, miserable mortal, are calling your home. Because Hashut wants that ball! And when Hashut sends Hthark, the unstoppable, the Bull Centaur of doom, the hooves of terror and destruction, the blood covered half god of all Chaos Dwarves- he’ll get that ball! By trampling over your small, feeble bones! Why risk your lives, by banking on that little hope, that you could withstand the united force of fire, steel - and STORM!

- famous last rant of a drunk Chaos Dwarf fan who got lost staggering through the sewers of the Lowdown Rats stadium, foolishly searching for the restroom.

Say hello to the flashy Bull Centaur of Doom. Bruises, bangs, head-aches, hoof imprints – Hthark has it all in stock and gives it away freely. When the Chaos Dwarves open the Hthark track towards your end zone, don’t bother with custom houses, the only thing you’ll grow accustomed to is that iron nailed hoof. With the hazy red-eyed maniac steaming down on you, it’s just a second before he’s doing the shim-sham on your battered bones. Mind you, unstoppable doesn’t refer to his steam tank advance, but that he’ll never, ever break up a dance. Players, coach, ref and fans, Hthark treats them all alike, as a doormat to clean his shiny dancing hooves. Call him a pony if you like, but remember the moment that whistle blows, the joke is on you, stomping you into the ground with a roaring call for a beat. And if you’re lucky enough to survive that hoof treatment, he’ll make you eat that spiked ball too. Explosive is no expression for that Centaur’s temperament, and when you see him chasing a Goblin up the stands, you’ll know exactly what I mean. Every hoof creature from the biggest Minotaur to the smallest Beastman gets glassy eyes when Hthark puts on the spark sending rush. Getting crushed seems bad enough, but Hthark does it while he scores, and if you live long enough, you’ll have the pleasure of Hthark jamming that ball in your face mask.
That’s lost, Crushed, HTHARKED!