The most god damn epic clan there ever was. Charging the fields of glory since 1639, slaying all the infidels in their path.

Almighty Black Azeem summoned them. The Hoff gathered them. Sandvalla hungered liberty from the horde which had all but broken her. The clansmen delivered freedom and made the fields of glory red with the unpure blood of infidels. The holy grass remained protected and the Clan was victorious.

Someone who is possessed by clout chasing. The original human is now gone and a demonic entity that feeds on clout is all that is left. An empty shell with no control of their actions, forced to blindly react to situations they think will bring them attention.