A city built on hard work, dedication, and mugging everyone and anyone. No one was safe from some good old Detroit justice. Friend or foe, you were getting mugged. It was the city that brought SlimRagnarok into the slimy underworld of crime. You all have heard the story before, short on cash, in need of something more, wanting a better life. None of that happened when he ventured to Detroit. He was beaten and left for dead within 24 hours of arriving. A shadowy figure standing over him mumbling about hating Swans and delving justice. Detroit clearly had no love for pick pocketers. A lesson was learnt. 

Over the following months, Slim would take to mugging people as he had been mugged. It became a right of passage to welcome associates to the organization. Friends of mine became friends of ours if they could take a good mugging. As time progressed, and @SimonTheSwanHunter accepted his fate of becoming Detroit's Godfather, he told Slim about his fate.

'Go buy run down building like this shithole we call home and make it yours' 

Paraphrasing, but the message was delivered. Get the fuck out and take some associates and miscreants with you. With this knowledge, a new crew was founded. The 12th Street Swan Hunters, a Swanfree Swan Song family had come to life. The mission was simple, stay alive, mug everyone in sight, and keep Detroit's crime business booming.

Lovely to read, the same SlimRagnarok that I remember, mugging left, right and centre but donating very little in return.Good times. 
 

P.S. Send me a payday.