<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stat block</div><div class="spoiler_body">Opponents are simple mortal thugs with AC 13, 1 HD, Atk +1, Dam 1d6+1, Morale 8.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Morale Check 1</div><div class="spoiler_body"> First Blood 2d6 vs 8 = 3...Pass</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Morale Check 2</div><div class="spoiler_body"> 50% Casualties  2d6 vs 8 = 10...Fail</div></div><br/>The last two stumble to a halt, wide-eyed and gawping at the bloody mess of their downed friends and the limp rag-doll pile of the third as he slumps from where he hit wall...powdered brick landing on and around him in a brief flurry like reddish flour. They stare at you next, then turn tail and flee as if for their very lives.<br/><br/>The floofy little catgirl seems to sag against you, leaving you acutely aware of just how ample her charms prove for a long moment before she manages to stand up.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you, onechan!  I do not know what happened.  I went out to fetch a delivery and they started chasing me!  Scary..."</strong><br/><br/>The useful thing about biker jackets is that at least you'll know who these guys are--the insignia is a skull wearing a jester's cap superimposed on a star and the name Killjoys in some spiky lettering that must have looked totally bitching and edgy back in the mid-1980s somewhen. Now it looks more like a square's idea of what a punk would find cool and hip.  Or something.<br/><br/>