Necro-Noam

Once upon a time, Noam Chomsky, a revolutionary linguist turned leader of conscientious objectors to the Vietnam war, was plunged into despair and madness when he saw through his government's lies, and his soul succumbed to a shadow of mistrust and resentment of the very people, the very establishment, who had once lifted him up to be their scion. Paranoid and infuriated, Noam fled the Ivory Tower of Theoretical Linguistics, to hide from the System's myriad minions, and dabble in an even darker art instead, whose name only few dare utter: Scientific Necro-Trotskism, an affront against the Gods, primising those who study it the power to take their place. Decades came and went, a whole millennium has turned - yet while his mind has long since succumbed to inevitable decay, his vengeful spirit still endures, nurturing his brittle bones on dreams of vengeance, prolonging its unnatural existence by feasting on the hapless souls of young generations of tankies and other gullible Neomarxists. Biding his time in a dark lair on the fringes of reality, the cursed fanatic was driven deeper and deeper into madness by a single, twisted goal: To resurrect the dead gods known in the Red Tongue as the Great Chairman and Uncle Ho, binding them in suitable avatars to usher in an age of agrarian collectivism and egalitarian slavery, and finally prove that Pol Pot did nothing wrong. You are one of many elitist champions sent by the Gatekeepers of the Mainstream Media to seek out the source of the structuralist Red Blight that has been spreading across the land, and put an end to Chomsky's ideological necromancy if it is within your power. But you have no inkling of the anarcho-syndicalist insanity that you're going to find inside his People's Spire...