It's A Knockromundout!

 Somehow, I've managed to collect sixteen gangs' worth of Necromunda. There is only one sensible thing to do - make them fight to the death in an arena to determine the ultimate victor. 

Odds and Sods

 

I know, I'm late on my New Year's Blogging. 

EXT: The Nameless Grave of Deacon Frost

There's a rotting mausoleum near the bottom of the hive

Where the oldest of the Cawdor stop to pray;

There’s no carving there to tell you who inside was once alive

And if the worms who gnaw him know, they’ll never say.