A horde of skeletons bears down on you and three of your Bros (or Broettes), cutting you off from a brisk escape. Behind them, a mad necromancer cackles from beneath a rippling sphere of protective energy. That is, until the light from a nearby fire disperses the shadows beneath your helmets, revealing four cocky smiles. Your axes and hammers swing mightily, shattering bone and sending cartilage flying into the night as you brawl your way toward the now-cowering villain. All the while, screeching guitars send word of your badassery into the heavens above.