In their gilded condo, a dark creature stumbles about starting its day. They sliver over to their mechanical box and start clicking away at mundane content that would help in their narcissistic ego.

After a few hours of browsing for their bait they begin to transform into a being of light, only a single laugh comes out as they hide their true nature.

They begin the hunt right when they start the live feed. Eager for the downtrodden follower’s cold hard cash. Do they start right away?
When will they appear?
The followers ask impatiently.

Soon more start to come in as they smile, how much will I take from these dumb idiot’s today? They bemused as they get ready to show themselves.
“Hello everybody and welcome to …”
Messages pour in with greetings as they keep talking about the subject for today.

Suddenly a Super Chat appears and they smile with eyes wide, well thank you for that Super Chat, and reads the comment. The individual had a specific question and they answer it vaguely enough to get by without suspicion.

As the live feed continues on, even more Super Chats come sweeping in. They haven’t even started yet, but soon they say it’s time to start today’s blah, blah, blah. Once that is over with they switch back to the chat and says if they liked the discussion please send me Super Chats to keep making this wonderful content you enjoy. Smiling the whole time like a kid in a candy store about to have a candy raid.

The downtrodden masses start sending in more Super Chats and they spend a decent time answering the ones they choose to interact with. Soon they end the stream asking everyone to come for the next live feed. Shutting off their mechanical box they start wiping off their disguise.

Returning into the hideous creature they were in the first place. Going into the kitchen getting out their favorite snack Oreo’s. After munching down they lay in their bloodstained bed, pulling out their small machine to post one last picture. Adding the caption it’s tough being lonely.

Once that is done they fall asleep yawning out another good hunt.

But what do their dreams show when they are in the midst of slumber? Shaking in fear for the truth always comes in dreams. You plagiarized someone else’s work and we CONDEMN you to eternal hellfire!

They are pushed off a cliff falling endlessly, hitting branches and boulders with signs that say Coward, Phony, Shame. Then suddenly landing on the muddied ground that was flung in by the Ex members.

Crawling about like the worm you are. A higher voice shouts from above. They try to see, but only the light shines down. Soon they start feeling the heat as they slowly shrivel up.

Suddenly they wake from their nightmare to the early morning light. Slinking out onto the porch, wanting to forget their nightmare shaking as they remember falling.

Meanwhile the lowly masses go about their day and sing praises to their name, thinking change will happen with this movement. Unaware that this so called Messiah they created in their minds doesn’t do anything for them in their waking hours, do they even donate to charities after the live feed? No, they eat, play and hinder their growth further by falling into the same capitalistic nature the rest of the rich elite swear by. Buy my logo and you too can change the world with a bumper sticker on your car.

This sadly doesn’t change the world, only you have the power to do it in your hands. If you are ready!