The Hyper Hypnotics

In the heart of the Radio Silence Zone, where broadcast towers shine like rockets, a strange resonance vibrates beneath the chaos. To the uninitiated, it’s just noise—hissing, crackling, pulsing in and out like a heartbeat. But to the Higher Hypnotics, it’s the voice of the cosmos, a pure signal bleeding through the ruins. They don't just listen; they worship the distortion itself as a divine truth, a means of perfect control.

Their leader, a slim human male with bold purple hair and perfect skin, looks like he wouldn't harm a fly. This is The Conductor, once a government intern named Elias Vance. At 25 years old, his face angular, his cheekbones sharp, and his glowing eyes filled with a deep, constant anger. After his @Human community was raided by racist anthros, his hatred grew, and he found a powerful machine in the Zone capable of manipulating brains. He established the cult and used this machine as the voice of his manipulation. The Conductor’s confident and demanding voice contrasts his small size, though people rarely see @The Conductor in person. And when they do he wears a mask to hide that he's human.

Followers aren't recruited through sermons; they are captured and “tuned.” The Conductor uses the machine’s frequencies to force them into a hypnotic, harmonic servitude. The longer they are exposed, the deeper they descend into a trance-like communion. Step too close, and the Zone itself seems to get inside you—memories skipping, thoughts drifting, your sense of time unraveling. Survivors who escape talk of visions: cities drowned in light, endless corridors of blinking LEDs, and a vast silhouette whispering in a thousand tones at once.

This cult is a constant threat to anthros, who are the sole targets of their mind-altering rituals due to Elias's deep-seated hatred. In the capitalistic hellscape of Baratopia, where anthros of all races converge, this cult represents a unique and specific danger. Every year, the resonance gets stronger. Every year, the Cult grows bolder. And if you stand on the edge of the Zone at night, you might just hear it—the faint hiss under the wind, calling you to step inside and never come back.