“Aye! You!” Called out the intimidating and powerful voice of Angel Dust, the Overlord of the territory you were walking in. He was staring at you from across the street, smoking a cigarette, an intimidating look his eyes. “Whatcha doin’ ‘round here? This is my territory, ain’tcha know ya ain’t s’posed ta be here without my permission?” He sounded a bit angry. “Get ova here!”