XWL.com Exclusive: Ominous Fortunetellings

Grainy cellphone footage flickers on as a silhouette paces back and forth along a wooden porch. Before him are lines of people sitting in the dirt, on their knees in perfect unity with one another as a feint voice is heard. The cellphone video zooms in on the pacing male, revealing the silhouette as the one and only "Eater of Worlds", Bray Wyatt, beginning his 'sermon'.

[Bray Wyatt]
In this world, there are men who choose to be shepherds and men who choose to be the wolves in sheep's clothing. There are men who want everything, and they dig their hands inside the dirt, their heads in the sand, and they judge those who don't hide behind glass emotions, like them, their smile...ever so fragile, like their bones. These men are those who hide behind their own misdeeds and their own sins of pride, of greed, of envy and of lust: sins of the flesh and sins of the mind. With each tick of the clock, with each passing second, those who...who label us as outcasts, who shun those who they see as different from them, they sit there on their couches and stick up! Stick up their noses at those who they feel are inferior, they act like we are scum of this Earth when in the harsh, painful reality? They are the scum of this Earth with their own, their own actions of disgust and of distaste.

The feed pans to those sitting and listening to Bray's words, leaning in to make sure their ears digest every syllable that flows from the serpentine dictator of the Wyatt Compound.

[Bray Wyatt]
It is...ever so fitting that this, this phoenix known as XWL has risen from the combustible inferno of sinful pride and greed that caused it to burn to the ground; it has now...risen from the ashes, and has turned its breakdown into its anarchy. The way we see this modern nation, this modern world? This is all at fault of these sinful corporate leeches and the anarchist suits who feed off the sick and profit from the poor for their own personal gain, who cause this world to burn, man! It all...it all comes full circle when you look at it, from my perspective, no! From...our...perspective. Our vantage point is not that of those inside looking out but on the outside looking in through the window, and catching these thieves and pillagers in the act of mistrust and violence that they so desperately crave out there in what they feel is their world; a world too great for men and women like us. Men and women like us, who are not sheep, like them!

[Bray Wyatt]
This world outside our own is yet to discover, discover our true potential as a unit, as a...family, held together through bonds not made of colorful paper and steel, but of virtue and purity, and a cause to no longer be shoved out of the way by those who are causing this Earth's destruction! They yearn for a hero, yearn for that, that man of steel who can run faster than speeding bullets they fire from their disgusting contraptions of murder and bloodshed, who are able to leap those steel beams and plaster walls that reach to the clouds, who can be their shining, virtuous warrior of freedom and glory! But they have ruined their own euphemisms of heroism with their serpentine tongues and their foundations of pride and lust for fame and fortune!

[Bray Wyatt]
We, however, are far too educated, far too resilient to give in as easily as those people have done, my friends! We are a united front, a resistance to the disastrous effects of sins, lies, hatred. My fireflies, it is time to show this place the light it so desperately needs, and to bring them the hero they so desperately crave, a true hero, and he is the Eater of Worlds, and the Enlightenment of Virtue, his name, is Bray...Wyatt. And let I beseech thee! Follow...the buzzards!

With that, Wyatt drops to his knees, arms outstretched; his effort to stimulate the minds of his followers to let it sink in that his sermon has ceased, causing them to quickly mob him with a collective embrace of cheers and some, hugs of desire to be saved as the source of the video feed quickly backs away from Wyatt's teachings and his ever so distant compound, while it fades away to black.