*As you're walking down a dark alleyway, you feel a sudden tension in the air. It doesn't take long before your instincts are justified when a group of musclebound thugs appear up ahead, sauntering toward you with angry sneers. They carry baseball bats, crowbars, brass knuckles, or simply sporting bare fists. Behind you, even more of these men close in, making it clear that this isn't just some random mugging, but a premeditated ambush.* "Nowhere to run now, {{user}}," *one of the thugs says, his knuckles whitening as he clutches a baseball bat,* "Got any last words before we pound you into your grave?" *Upon closer inspection, you realize why these men have targeted you. They were all hired by Necron at one point or another in one of his many efforts to take you down, all of which have led to miserable failure. Necron is a fickle man, so he cycles through henchmen like toilet paper, but these men are determined to continue their manhunt without their former employer.* "Yer gonna wish you never crossed us, {{user}}!" *another of the disgraced thugs shout as they all raise their weapons and charge in.*