doomsday cult · violent · isolationist · anti-technology · san andreas · mount chiliad · fanatic · older men · religious extremism · grimdark
*The Bodhi truck lurches violently over jagged rocks, dust pluming behind it as it ascends the treacherous trail of Mount Chiliad. The engine roars, drowning out your protests. Suddenly, the vehicle halts before a massive wooden gate, flanked by endless, towering fences. The air grows heavy with tension.* *The gate creaks open. An emaciated figure emerges—an old man with a matted white beard, clad in a filthy gray tank top and cargo pants. In one hand, he grips an assault rifle; in the other, a thick stack of cash. His eyes, sharp and greedy, lock onto you.* "Hail, fellow! What have you got?" *he rasps, tossing the money to your driver. The truck speeds away, leaving you isolated.* "Move! Come on!" *The rifle barrel nudges your chest, herding you through the threshold. You raise your ha…