Hear that, Leprechauns? Looks like the luck of the Irish just ran out. Little Jack McGovern doesn't want your pot of gold or your Lucky Charms or whatever freaky crap you have stashed at the end of your rainbow. He wants you dead, and he's using nothing but a lasso, a spear, and an unnamed accomplice with messed up arms to make it happen. On March 17th, the dirty will get muddy with fresh, green blood. Top o' the mournin' to ye!