Sid "Da Mullet" Garrett led an ordinary band of run of the mill thugs. There was nothing special about his group, at all. They wore plain leather jackets, used run of the mill weapondry. They didn't even have a cool name, simply calling themselves "The Raider Gang." This all changed, when one day Sid found himself inside of a local drinking establishment. There he met with a Disciple of Anion, a cultist, and they had a conversation. The Disciple talked to Sid of his religion, and Sid talked to him of his meager accomplishments in anarchy. Durring the course of the conversation, the Disciple slipped some powdered mushrooms into Sid's drink. Sid, his simple mind too wraped up in the conversation, consumed the spiked beverage without notice.

Upon leaving the bar, and travelling out into the wastes, Sid began to change. The drugs were starting to have their effect, and the deadly mixture of alcohol, the mushrooms, and the harsh desert sun slowly cooked Sid's brain. He began to have halucinations that seemed so real, they shattered his sanity. His frail mind was ravaged as the colors and shapes of the world all started to blend together. He could no longer disscern reality from his nightmarish fantasy. Durring his "trip" back to his camp, Sid met with a red lizard. The lizard spoke to him of the gods, and the sands. Nonsensical backwards gibberish flowed from the lizard's mouth, but to Sid's posioned mind, it all made perfect sense. He knew the lizard was special, and he knew the lizard had come for him.

He made his way back to his encampment, and described to his gang all that he had seen. He stood before his friends, without a shred of clothing on, and he had pained his body red, in hommage to the lizard. He talked to them of the words, the Disciple had spoke. He told them of the great lizard that he met, and how he changed his life. The gang stood awe stuck by Sid, all of them knowing he had gone completly insane, but none daring to oppose him. They all reluctantly followed his orders, as he commissioned that their seamstress design them all new uniforms. They would clothe themselves in the red of the lizard, and fight in his name.

This was a new beginning for them. Their acts of violence against the populace took on a new level of perverse bloodlust. The people who once took them as a joke, now huddled in fear of their action. He was now Sid "The Lizard" Garrett, and his band of men would come to be known as The Red Lizards.