Deceptively affable, Channing Crocidor is the Crocfins resident team clown. But this clown loves the taste of blood even more than the sound of laughter. Mix the two, and you have Crocidor's favorite combination--something he likes to call "cackle gore."
"Me love me the cackle-gore," explains the muscle-bound, long-locked saurus, flashing his razor-sharp teeth in a wide grin. "Me like to crack a joke on the field, and then right when they be laughing, me crack their skull. It's like--ha ha, crack--you dead now."
While most of the other players on the Blood Bowl pitch grunt and grit their way through each match, Crocidor is always giggling. This habit often has an unnerving effect on opponents, unsure how to react when the 7-foot, 900-pound lizardman comes loping their way, laughing with each thundering step.
"Sometimes they be even trying to laugh with me," says Crocidor. "Like once this elf catcher see me coming. He could run way, but he just stand there, kind of smiling. Me be laughing, so he laughing too. Then I ripped his larynx out. He not laugh no more."
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