Maybe, at heart, I'm an actor

I was jokingly talking about starting a cult at work today, and I got so carried away and so into it that I think I've convinced some co-workers that I'm serious. They were looking increasingly concerned and mentioned calling our employer to ask for his intervention.
I can't remember how it started, but it was just one of those moments when your brain kicks into gear and finds a nice line of thought that is easy and comfortable to surf along, and you let your imagination take over and it just churns out more and more detailed nuances. A very helpful thing when it's all about a relevant work project, but a bit worrying for those around you when it's centred on something morally questionable and possibly illegal.
The thing is, we're in a perfect location. The centre can hold close to a thousand people, and it's enclosed within high fences on three sides, and is protected by a stream and a dense wood on the fourth. We could stock up on tinned food over a number of months with no-one really questioning why we're hoarding. We could get weapons in on the pretence that we're holding a renaissance fair, and by the time anyone realised what was going on, we'd have hundreds of devoted followers encamped with us, brainwashed to the point of being almost slaves. No-one of any authority would even be able to set foot on the centre, lest they be piked by a minion.
I'm not going to do it, you understand, but I could. And I'm pretty convinced I could do it successfully....
And I seem to have convinced my staff that I'm serious.

RC 29-1-26