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_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Cults Outlaw Motorcycle Gang, is an authentic depiction of an outlaw biker that embraces a tradition of one percenter cultures. The Local Police Department of Justice defines the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs often known as OMGs is to be considered amongst the most prolific and unpredictable criminal organization in the west coast district. The majority of the member ranks were involved in illegal activity, including violent crime to very large-scale weapons and drugs trafficking. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The scene opens in 2006, when a group of young American Harley Davidson enthusiasts started to congregate at a workshop in Nevada region. Cults Outlaw Motorcycle Gang was established by them over time. Cults is an outlaw MC that has had it's routes stucked in Humboldt County, Nevada since their formation in 2006. Expansion has been seen from the club since their forming. Two charters are known to be settled along the west coast of the USA. Known by their controversy name and club colors, Cults MC has kept a quite tight fist in their recruitment, allowing only the most dedicated, loyal, and worthy individuals to their member ranks. Operated under the radar for the most of their lifespan, their movements are well-organized when engaging in criminal activities with their motorcycles, yet this hasn't shielded them from occasional clashes and violent confrontations with other groups such a Faggots MC, Bandits MC, and frequent run-ins with local gangsters have left them uneasy facing local law enforcement. In mid-2012, John Napalm (Original President), Hobart Plant (Original Member) and Jerry Kessler (Member) were suspetced in the planned kidnap and murder of a Bandits MC Tail Gunner who was escort and deliver a massive shipment of arms through the Cults territory. After long, hard and expensive legal battles, only Kessler was released without charges. Tom Jarus took up the reigns of President after the imprisonment of Napalm. Jarus proved to be a reliable leader and derived the club into more avenues of profit paths and expansion, boasting of massive incomes and recruitment. Expeditionary forces were sent along the west coast to form new chapters and organise patchovers among smaller clubs. Evidenced by their growing numbers, the clubs been exerted pressure on the Faggots and Bandits in the dark trade around Nevada, escalating tensions and conflicts in the city. With the increasing population and their numbers, Cults MC began to lay the groundwork to claim Nevada for their own. They are known by the most sought person on the city police's list because they frequently participate in theft, illegal racing, street robberies, and other criminal activities. They are renowned for their daring criminal deeds as well as their exceptional motorcycle riding skills. They frequently take part in violent street battles, illegals street racing, and bank robbery. But despite all the savagery, this motorcycle gang upholds high moral standards. They may commit in crimes, but they won't betray one another. The most prohibited of these are betrayal. In October 2023, Tom Jarus was arrested and charged with the brutal murder, featuring scorching wounds of Jim Hetfield, the Bandits' President, during a clash at their clubs. Otto Gunner, the Vice President, stepped into the club's leadership role after the incident accompanied by Rusty Hurst in safeguarding the club's sustainability and economic stability. Jarus' actions served as a war sign, prompting other Bandits members to launch a retaliatory attack by blown up the Cults clubhouse. The motorcycle gang war that raged in Nevada had begun, and all charters of the club were called to gather in support of their respective clubs. Although Cults MC was the aggressor in this gang war, they took heavy hits and lost crucial club members. Jeff Weller, the sergeant at arms, got kidnapped and murdered by the Bandits members. The secretary of the club got nabbed too, facing charges for whacking a Faggots firearms dealer. Several other members got arrested and charged for crimes tied to the Nevada motorcycle gang war. After the raids on all involved motorcycle clubs, the leaders of each sat down, hashed it out, and agreed to call off the club-to-club feud. Gunner representing the club at that meet as Cults VP. But that deal only happened on paper, some remaining Cults members from the clubhouse bombardment incident still hold deep-seated grudges against the Bandits. Their wild instincts led the club into another dark scheme. Gunner led the club into a massive murder plan at a Bandits MC party in their clubhouse. Through the back door, strapped by automatic weapons, indiscriminately shot everyone on the premises. Unplanned, two Faggots members attend the party were also killed, putting Cults into significant trouble. By December 2023, The Cults lost their claim to the state of Nevada due to attacks and pressure from both the Bandits and the Faggots MC. By early January 2024, Tom Jarus got parole owing to his solid ties with the local chief sheriff. The Cults had been seriously damaged, these last years have seen the rest of the club faltering, with the loss of the war in Nevada. Jarus, Gunner and the rest members of the club high ranks started rebuilding it from the ground up with the rest of club funds. The Cults slowly find their way back, Jarus took a lead to manoeuvring the club to moved Nevada-based chapters to settle down the new mother chapter in San Andreas. The most older members agreed, with some older ones opting to keep the Nevada cuts and a few become Nomad. Cults MC still exerts influence in Nevada, but their wings and reach is much diminished from their days of West Coast domination. In mid February, the new mother chapter of Cults MC was officially established and occupied by this group in the West Rockshore of San Andreas. It seems likely that once again Cults MC is attempting to rebuild and reconnect to expand their reach to former areas of influence, keeping the right of their club to exist. IN THE NAME OF TRAGEDY May, 2014 The Cults MC was suspected of executing a large-scale gun and narcotics deal during the police raid that occurred late at night in the West Coast district. Because of the evidence, three members of the Cults MC were taken into custody. March, 2018 The day of the massacre that happened throughout the day at the bar in the Nevada area is one that we will never forget. Nine persons were killed in a firefight, two of them were locals. This incident marked the pinnacle of the West Coast motorcycle gang conflict. June, 2022 The dispute between Cults MC and Bandits MC is thought to have triggered a brawl between two men in a bar in the Nevada area. Evidence is strong that authorities have named the Cults MC as accomplices. October, 2023 The previous night's calm was shattered on Saturday morning when a powerful explosion rocked the Cults MC clubhouse. Jarus and Gunner cult members among others fled their destroyed fortress amidst chaos and panic. Even though they were seriously injured, they tried to live and sought shelter from constant danger. However, there was optimism when the police car sirens started sounding. The bomb squad and paramedics who were preparing to help the victims were brought in by local police not long after they arrived. The inspection process begins while the debris is still hot. The explosion was carried out by rival motorcycle gangs, Faggots MC & Bandits MC, with the explicit aim of annexing territory controlled by Cults MC, based on evidence found by the police. Ambition to expand power and the need for revenge were the drivers of this disaster. It's been a year since the new CULTS chapter set its roots down in the western part of Rockshore. Structures shifted, plans redefined, all to solidify the club's. Rockshore had always been a quiet place, peaceful in its insignificance. But peace is just another word for ignorance, and it didn’t take long for CULTS to break through that silence. They threw a party, of course. These types always do. It wasn’t just a celebration, it was a warning flare, a reminder to everyone who had forgotten what a club like this could mean. Word about CULTS spread fast, faster than the music that played that night. Other clubs got wind of it. Caspians MC, Mayahuel MC, they showed up too. They all wanted a piece of what was coming. Thing is, once you pull people into something like this, there’s no going back. You don’t welcome them into a party. You welcome them into the storm. In this new chapter, Jarus proved that the club’s expansion was more than just a fantasy; it became a cold reality. CULTS gathered a network of connections that reached into the shadows; drugs, arms, underground boxing security, even the transportation of illicit goods. These ties became the fuel that pushed them forward, leading them deeper into a world that blurred the lines between ambition and putrefaction. They as well unveiled their custom garage business. Jarus handed it over to Davey, Sergeant at Arms and a proficient mechanic. Knowing that in his hands, it could either flourish or crumble, just like everything else in this unforgiving world. While everything was fruitful and blossomed, Ostin, one of the members, sparked a fire that swallowed the club, a total chaos. Internal scandals that pushed Jarus to completely burn down one of the Cults' charter along with several figures who were in on the betrayal against the main branch. The road for CULTS was anything but straightforward; it twisted and turned, like Nietzsche once said, ‘One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.’ Jarus officially launched the club’s garage business to the public, calling it Angry Cocks Motorwork, or simply AC's. The high number of customers coming to the garage led Gunner, Davey, and Reeves to make a deal with the owner of an abandoned warehouse in Venturas. They used it to store illegal spare parts and bootleg items they obtained through suppliers or stolen goods. Davey, as the head mechanic, trusted Hughes to run the warehouse. The first three months after CULTS moved their new chapter didn’t free them from the shadow of old conflicts left to simmer in Nevada. It was all just a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off. That day, Faggots MC came knocking on CULTS' back door again, a brutal attack that left one member and one prospect dead. When the news of their deaths reached the club, everything changed. Whatever plans they had fell away, replaced by a gloomy tribute to the fallen. The air was thick with the weight of loss. Two brothers gone, yet the world kept spinning. The plans for retaliation against Faggots MC were all laid out on the table, ready to go. But Davey, the Sergeant at Arms, had a different, wilder idea in mind. With nothing but his instincts, he carried out a night of terror on his own, taking lives one by one in the dark. It wasn’t just revenge, it was personal. After that bloody night, the club decided to close the gates on the war between CULTS and Faggots, at least for now. But you know, blood has a way of seeping through locked doors. Sooner or later, it always comes back around. What was next step for CULTS after such a huge hit to their structure and reputation? Historically, this chapter has been the center of the violence that CULTS weaves for its members. The conflicts they faced didn’t cause them to lose control, nor did it strip away their identity. Their reputation as a relentless group still stands strong, continuing to grow so that their foundation doesn’t crack. The internal clashes are seen as sparks that keep the fire of CULTS MC burning, ensuring their presence in Rockshore and beyond. Rumor has it, they’re ready to expand further across San Andreas, driven by the thirst for money and power—the true driving force behind these outlaws. As they say, ‘The only loyalty you need is to the patch on your back.’ For CULTS, that patch represents survival at any cost. The genesis of the Nevada chapter drifted into the San Andreas Mother Chapter like desert dust through cracked windows. Tom Jarus came as envoy, and when the gavel fell, it struck with the weight of tectonic shift. The Mother Chapter returned to Nevada soil, its ancient home, while Oregon and San Andreas raised their own banners as sovereign charters. Power and brotherhood met in that moment, baptized in fires stoked by an old hunger: the hunger for territory, for coin, for the map bleeding with their colors. "In the desert, I saw a creature, naked, bestial, who, squatting upon the ground, held his heart in his hands, and ate of it." (Stephen Crane). Willowfield sprawled before them, a Los Santos labyrinth dense with possibility. The Cults moved quietly at first: a bar here, a garage there, small footholds in urban soil. But ambition has its own scent, and it drew the Gehanna MC from Montgomery's shadows. The Gehanna boys wanted their piece of the same earth. To the Cults, this was no sunrise to admire. It was meat on the bone, dripping and raw. They came to Gehanna wearing diplomacy like silk, speaking of shared prosperity and mutual gain. But the Cults saw bottom-feeders in a stagnant pond, not brothers. The deal was bait, swallowed whole by the foolish. They played the line with patience, not to reel it in quickly, but to let it rot in darkness of their own making. When the moment came, Norrie Hughes and Daniel Urena moved like smoke. Gehanna's strongholds burned, then the authorities were called to clean the bones. Broken and nameless, Gehanna disappeared. In their place: the Willowfield branch of the Cults. The West Coast was theirs. "I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." (W.B. Yeats). ‎ But they did not tread softly. Expansion draws eyes. The Caspian MC arrived without ale or warmth, only steel and arrogance. They claimed Los Santos as birthright and demanded tribute: a cut of all Cults earnings for the "privilege" of breathing their air. It was extortion dressed as destiny. Negotiation didn't fail. It detonated. Bullets found limbs. Blood painted the floor. Caspian didn't just wound them; they burned away the last thread of restraint. The open hand curled into a fist. In the grim arithmetic of the underworld, a pair of severed fingers from a Caspian boy became the newest merchandise, a reminder that hubris has a price. "Between the idea and the reality, between the motion and the act, falls the Shadow." (T.S. Eliot) Then they found Norrie Hughes dumped like trash before the Holycunts Bar. His body was a canvas of bruises, cuts, and lead. Retaliation, the streets whispered. But to the Cults, it was desecration. A violation of the patch. A debt that could only be paid in souls. At the funeral, the gavel struck again. Tom Jarus claimed the National Presidency, his steady hand guiding the brotherhood's design across state lines. But for the Mother Chapter itself, a darker choice was made: Stephen Gora rose to power. A man of jagged edges and hollow depths. A psychopath whose cruelty knows no boundary, whose chest harbors no heart. Under Gora, grief became a weapon: cold, clinical, precise. Caspian's blood is no longer just a debt. It is sacrifice to a man who finds beauty only in the silence of the dead. "We are the hollow men, we are the stuffed men, leaning together, headpiece filled with straw." (T.S. Eliot) The brakes have been cut. The Cults, led by a monster, ride for the throat of the sun. Cults under the lens: DISCLAIMER We ain't racist, the Swastika is used for fear tactics a common thing within the OMG/OMC world. contributors: @Nara Sativa Abigail,@GlemRawk,@abelkb69&@Canneabis thanks to: All members of Cults OMG, 36 supporter, The Rockas and all guides thread starter.