Con was weak.

2 and 1/2 weeks after his departure to the Gruuv Wastelands, he had nearly run out of food and water. The land was desolate, absent of life.

It seemed grim.

But what providence!

An oasis!

He staggered to the clearing, nearly collapsing. He washed his face in the pond, and filled his flask. There were fruits hanging from the trees. "This must be heaven," he thought.

It was a short rest.

3 hours into his rest, a small airship with the insignia "ARSONIUM" hovered above him.

"That's the bastard, guys!" a voice screamed from inside.

A group of four heavily armed men jumped from the craft, landing at Con's feet.

"Goddamnit!" shouted Con, rising to his feet "Why can't I get some damn rest?!"

He drew his weapon of choice, the Additivsynth.

This is an audio reproduction of the battle between Con and the mercenaries of "ARSONIUM."