After Terrance had given his little "speech", he had quickly walked off towards the edge of the forest and leaned against a tree, fanning himself with the collar of his sweatshirt. Soon he could head footsteps, which had him inhale and turn around to see a gathering of other people before him. Pushing himself off of the tree and standing up straight, he turned his body towards the group and looked a good majority of the cluster over. Some of the people stood straight, some were hunched over, some looking around, some serious, and everybody else either looked nervous or giddy. Seeing this entire group, it had Terrance snickering, which was clear enough for the group to see It was funny, his comrades each looked to have a few hundred people assigned to them, but his group looked to have little less than one hundred.<br/>Seeing that most of the group seemed to be giving their attention, he spoke. "Alright," he said, placing his hands firmly onto his waist, "alright." Terrance then reached into his front pocket with his right hand, pulling out a soft looking white rock about the size of a fist, which had long rusted nails embedded into it at several different angles, which he held up for the group to see. "In case you didn't already know, or the others didn't tell you yet, in this rebellion I'm kind of the expert in things which can kill you should you get stabbed or bludgeoned with them." Loud and clear he called out, returning the pointed projectile to his sweatshirt pocket. "I'll make this short and sweet. They've put me in charge here, should any of you try to betray us I'll resort to dealing with you, personally. And physically. Capiche?"<br/>Terrance could see several among his group either nodding in agreement, huffing, some backing away and others showing or attempting not to show any emotion. Some among the group raised their hands, and playing a some eeny-meeny-miney-moe, he picked one person at random. They looked to be around their early twenties, much like Terrance.<br/>"If we see somebody else betraying us, can we take them out if we choose to?" The man asked.<br/>Playing around with the various objects in his pockets, Terrance nodded. "Yeah. Either that, or report it to one of us. If I'm not around, you tell one of my friends. Or Vince."<br/>After that question was answered, more were asked, and answered. Surprisingly, their questions came easy and weren't absurd or brainless questions, and it was much easier speaking in a group of less than one hundred, than it was in front of a few thousand. Between answering questions, he stole a quick glance a few times to his comrades to see how they were doing with their groups. Already Strata and Fear had killed someone. As he returned his gaze towards the crowd, he thought of how typical it was of the two to do so and now couldn't help smile, even feeling better about the whole ordeal. Not that he was sadistic and condoned excessive murder, although that wasn't necessarily the opposite of his case, but just seeing how they could easily handle groups which were far larger than his own put him at ease.<br/>Eventually, a question was asked about what their plan was. "Well, unless whatever you read only mentioned superheroes and sadists meeting here in good ol' Canada, you all should know we're all going up against... Get this: The Tyrant." This statement earned a few gasps from the crowd- somebody even screamed. Other than that, their response was mostly silence. "Now me, personally, I've no idea how the others want us all to kill our 'great and powerful leader'." Terrance continued. "I don't think it'll he that hard with an army of more than average people, since all that oaf does is sit around making his own life easier. Which is why..." He pulled out a small, bent-up pipe from his front pocket, aiming it to the people gathered. "...you're all here. We take that seat warmer down, our lives become easier. First, however, we've all got some practicing to do. Follow me, chumps."<br/>As he turned his heel, heading in a random direction in the forest, somebody in the crowd mumbled to another something about how he thought Terrance 'really runs his mouth', only to have a rock thrown from in front of him at his head. Which knocked whoever it was out.