You are the founder of MRN. That's Mollkin rights now! You buy a fighting knife. You have a mean dog and four mean mollkin followers who own sticks with nails sticking out. You are not going to take anymore shit off of humans. Your group lives in a cardboard box complex near the sewer ditch. Animal control raids the place. They send in a wave of attack dogs. Your mean dog kills two of them before being dragged down and torn open. All but one of your followers are killed in the fight with the dogs. But he was gunned down beside you by the cops. You lived somehow. They piled the bodies up and burned them. You caught on fire and even though filled with bullets you sprang up wailing like a angry ghost. You ran like never before. bulldozing anyone in your way down hard. They humans where too shocked to react soon enough and you escape still burning.