Archetype: Cult Leader
Sub-Type: Cult of Personality
Organization name: PH34R!
Minions/Cap: 5 Regs + 2 spare = 7 cap
Funds: 5,000
Resources: 100
Base: Abandoned military warehouse in Western Europe.
Not much is known about this organisation. People who have met the members have tended to stay clear, the craze in their eyes off-putting. Most people thought it was just another junkie gang; not a good thing, but considering other priorities, it wasn't the end of the world. That is, until they noticed how normal those people were before they joined. It was through the use of curiosity that members joined, unsure of what they were in for, but placated by the recruiters. The local police just thought it was professional drug dealers, which they atleast busted, arresting members and getting alarmingly close to finding out just how wrong they were.
Those in with the organisation, however, know different. They know their cause. They know how deprived and lost the world is! Pitiful leaders hung up on their populace who themselves are slaves to social convention! Or blundering leaders that destroy their land and their people, believing they, themselves, are free from the consequences. Or a mixture. Blasphemy! The answer is clear. People have forgotten fear! Such a world will be easy pickings. It shall be taken, surprise written over the world as they cower away. For The Voice has spoken! Hidden away by darkness, only showing a deformed outline and only ever seen in person in the blackest places imaginable. For he knows man's greatest phobia. The unknown! PH34R will enlighten soon enough. The world will flee in terror, and this world, maybe beyond, will be PH34R's! The Voice has commanded, his ranks swell with recruits and the stage is set!
The world will learn anew the meaning of PH34R!