Hail The Cult of Psyche! (maybe)

We gather in the dark at half 300 a.m.

performing ancient rituals for seven

viewers and a cat named Rudy him.

We read the sacred tarot, the nine of

pentacles reversed.

which means something's upside down or

possibly a curse.

The cult of psyche rises. We got lore

and we've got vibe.

We've also got four copyright strikes

and nobody

to ride.

The stream is running 40 hours long. The

creators asleep, but the show goes on.

Someone in the chat said fish chocolate.

We don't know what that means, but we

want it. Hell psyche, we think.

We mostly show up, but sometimes we

drink. The terror says our futures are

unclear. So does the nine upright. So

does the nine reverse. My dear, we're

the cult of psychic.

We've been up since Sunday.

The algorithm hates us, but the cats are

having a fine day.

We tried to summon my

went a little weird.

The broom gang did a toilet ritual and

said that I should fear.

They flushed a medium spider and aimed

it at my head. I pulled a card. Death

reversed, which means someone spilled

their mess.

The cult of psyche gathered on a panel

late one night. Christine chose violence

on a Monday and Arthur ran at the side.

They said I was obsessed

while streaming about me for 3 hours.

They said I needed help while burning

candles and rolling something at 8:00

a.m.

They said leave us alone right after

they named their spider ritual after me.

I pulled a card about this.

It was the fool

which is very on brand.

Lor guards the altar.

>> Trixs has knocked it down.

>> Lola doesn't care. Rudy has the holoca

community's frown.

The grimoire is half finished. The vault

is coming soon.

The website's almost ready. We said that

about last June. Hey psyche, we think

>> the lore is deep. The coffee is gay.

we think

The tarot says today might be our day,

but it said that yesterday and also

Saturday where the CS of psych.

We going to live at midnight.

By 4 a.m. we're reading cards. By 6 a.m.

we're fading out of sight.

And when the stream ends and the viewer

counts as two,

one of those is me, the other one is

probably you.

The cats are still watching.

The spider

somewhere. The ritual work, we think,

but we're not sure. We weren't there.

Hail psychic.

>> Get some sleep.

>> The nine of pentacles will still be

reversed tomorrow.

Blessed be the McDonald's.

Amen.