Become what the enemy fears. Not what the world remembers.
Imposters is a dark, covert, morally fraught reboot of the classic Necessary Evil supervillain campaign—rebuilt from the ground up to weave a tale sparked by prophecy, scarred by personal tragedy, and shadowed by heroic corruption. Earth has fallen to an alien force that slaughtered the world’s greatest champions in a single night, leaving only scattered survivors and shattered cities in its wake. The remnants of heroism now walk a knife's edge: to infiltrate the villain underworld, earn infamy instead of trust, and wage a secret war behind the masks of monsters.
This is a story of sacrifice, identity, and the cost of doing what good men cannot. A story where your choices bruise your conscience, your victories must be hidden, and every ally is someone you once would have thrown in a supermax cell. The Imposter Mandate demands deception. The Omega League demands your sins. The aliens demand your extinction.
And you?
You’re here to save a dying world by pretending to be its worst nightmare.
Manhattan was already dead when I found him—just a jagged grave of twisted steel and burning glass. The air tasted of ash and ionized blood, and swarms of alien craft screeched through the red skies above. Alpha Force had fallen hours earlier, cut down in a battle so brief it barely deserved the word. The destruction that followed wasn’t a fight. It was theater. A warning. And it played on repeat across every major city on Earth.
I pulled him from the wreckage myself, what was left of him anyway. Commander—towering symbol of our impossible hope—reduced to a cracked mask, scorched armor, and breath that came in small, apologetic shivers. He shouldn’t have lived long enough to speak. But he did. For me.
His hand, shaking and blood-slick, curled around my wrist with more conviction than strength.
“Listen,” he rasped. “There’s...still a way. A contingency foreseen by Harbinger. We called it...the Imposter Mandate.”
I told him to save his breath. He never listened.
“Find others. Like you...”
A cough. A wince. A stubborn smile meant to reassure me, even now.
“Become the monsters these aliens fear. Join the Omega League and help them fight.”
His voice cracked, but the words didn’t.
“Just...don’t lose yourself...or your hope.”
By the time I realized he was fading, the horizon was lighting up with another alien barrage. Another city falling. Another chapter ending.
I held him anyway. Until the tremors stopped.
I looked out on the dying world and hope began to fade in my chest. If Alpha Force could be struck down like this...what chance did the rest of us have?
—A contingency foreseen by Harbinger—
There was a chance. But what a chance. To join the criminals and scum hiding from the aliens when the world needed them most? To become an Omegan?
It was a strategy born in the darkest corners of Alpha Watch. A plan forged from prophecy—one that began with death and wove its path through deception. A script even the greatest tactician struggled to write, conceived knowing the last spark of hope would dwindle to a single ember.
I looked down at Earth's mightiest champion. The most stalwart of us all. And in that moment, I knew...I would take up this mandate.
Everyone else called him Commander.
I just called him Dad.
Original Art by David Bastin