Random Mutual Chaos / RDMTC

Origins & Formation
Never meant to be an organization—at least, not in the traditional sense. We began as a loose gathering of misfits, drifters, and digital vagabonds who found themselves repeatedly crossing paths in Stanton’s underbelly. What initially brought them together was an unusual shared interest: bizarre, surrealist cartoons that seemed to be made for (or possibly by) the schizophrenic mind. Wild, chaotic animations with no clear logic—just pure, unfiltered madness.

But beyond their fascination with these fever-dream animations, another common thread wove them together: an unapologetic love for taking what wasn’t theirs. Be it cargo, ships, or entire trade routes, they thrived on the thrill of the steal, relishing in the confusion and outrage of their victims.

Quasi & The “Unity Factor”
A pivotal figure in the Collective’s early days was Quasi, an eccentric mastermind whose talent for social engineering and ship-jacking was only rivaled by his flamboyant charm. Quasis presence shaped the group’s dynamic in an unexpected way—what began as a rough, opportunistic band of thieves developed an unspoken code of loyalty through chaos. While the rest of the ‘verse might be quick to betray, we have each other’s backs….

Operations & Infamy
The group specializes in hijacking trade vessels, intercepting cargo routes, and—when the mood strikes—replacing stolen goods with unsettling cartoonish art just to leave victims questioning their own sanity. Their emblem, an eerie, exaggerated cartoon face grinning with vacant eyes, has become a dreaded sight among haulers.

Though some assume we’re just another pirate gang, We aren’t motivated by profit alone. For us, theft is an art, and every stolen ship, every misplaced box, every confused communications call from a stranded trader is part of a much larger performance piece.

Our reputation has made them both infamous and oddly respected among the lawless corners of the ‘verse. Some see them as chaotic geniuses, others as lunatics with a fetish. But one thing is certain—when we are near, nothing stays where it’s supposed to.