When Smoky 616 decided to lay down his arms and refuse the devilish command of the government, to whose troops he once belonged, his fate seemed sealed—he found himself on the side of the revolutionary fighters and was severely injured by smoke bombs. Filled with rage at the system consumed by hatred, he sought a new order—and found it in the Wasteland Clan.

The third prophet, bearing the true number of the beast, strikes up the rhythm for the ominous hymn in praise of the new messiah. Wherever Smoky 616 appears, he is accompanied by the billowing smoke of eternal hellfire.