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>> to this explainer. Okay, we're jumping

right into the wild, deeply layered

story of the internet's absolute

favorite demonic persona, Emma

Leviathan. If you've spent, you know,

any time at all on the more fringe,

fascinating corners of YouTube lately,

there's a good chance you've stumbled

across a marathon live stream hosted by

a woman wearing full demon wings,

dealing tarot cards, and loudly

complaining about her recent divorce.

So, today we are going to look at the

fascinating creator behind the horns.

We're answering one simple question. Who

exactly is Emma Leviathan? We are

starting right at the surface with this

absolutely outrageous hook, Satan's

actual ex-wife, Succubus extraordinaire.

Honestly, that self-proclaimed title

tells you basically everything you need

to know about the vibe of her podcast.

We're talking about a former Playboy

Bunny who built a massive, fiercely

loyal community by well, literally

pretending to be a demon who's currently

stuck in purgatory. It is a wildly

specific niche, right? But as you'll

see, it's one she was practically born

to fill. Section one, the platform

pivot. Let's see how getting kicked off

one platform was actually the best thing

to ever happen to her brand. So, here's

the thing. Her big transition to YouTube

was actually forced by a hilariously

absurd three strike ban from Tik Tok.

Tik Tok's incredibly strict algorithm

just couldn't handle her unfiltered

style. I mean, first an automated

tracking camera literally followed her

offcreen while she was smoking. Strike

one. Then she got banned during a live

stream for what moderators called too

sexy dancing, even though she swears it

was just a slightly sultry walk toward

the camera. Boom. Strike two. Finally, a

totally frank adult discussion about

relationships triggered the third strike

and she was booted from the platform

entirely. Her solution, she packed up

and took her entire concept over to

YouTube where the rules are, you know, a

bit more forgiving for adultoriented

comedy. And get this, in a matter of

just 4 to 5 months, her subscriber count

exploded. She went from a baseline of

around a thousand to over 22,600

highly dedicated fans. Talk about a glow

up. That platform shift was a massive

gamecher, allowing her to stretch out,

find her real audience, and truly build

her world. Section two, Tarot meets

comedy. Now, we need to look under the

hood of these 3 to 7-hour live streams

to understand the actual mechanics of

her show. What exactly keeps thousands

of people tuned in for hours on end?

Well, she essentially treats Tarot as a

vehicle for crowd work. She takes her

background in stand-up comedy and uses

it to keep the audience absolutely

rolling. All while providing

surprisingly detailed tarot readings for

literally just two bucks a pop. And

she's super clear about this. You do not

need to believe in the supernatural to

enjoy the broadcast. Actually, scratch

that. It's really a comedy show first

and foremost, just wrapped up in the

cool aesthetic of the occult. That quick

wit of hers, not an accident. Not at

all. It's the result of heavy comedic

influences like the chaotic energy of

the British sitcom Absolutely Fabulous

and the Canadian sketch troop Kids in

the Hall. Plus, she honed her timing in

the notoriously brutal fires of stand-up

comedy Open Mic Nights. She's incredibly

open about how she turns personal trauma

and this sort of mean but funny family

dynamic into razor sharp on the spot

improv. That is the true engine of her

success. At the end of the day, she

genuinely just wants to make people

laugh. Now, to survive on YouTube and

keep that explosive channel growth going

without getting slapped with

demonetization, she had to get creative.

Traditional tarot decks like the classic

writerweight feature a lot of fine art

nudity. YouTube's algorithm doesn't

really care if it's art, so this

incredibly talented artist literally

takes markers to her decks. She draws

tiny little bikinis and board shorts on

the figures, almost like dressing up

paper dolls just so she doesn't get

flagged. It's such a hilarious,

practical solution, and it just adds

even more charm to whole broadcast.

Section three, crafting the lore. Let's

pull back another layer of the onion and

look at the intense world building that

goes into this broadcast. This isn't

just a girl sitting at a desk, okay?

This is a fully realized theatrical

universe. She takes the ancient myth of

Lilith, who's historically known as the

demonized first wife of Adam, cast out

for wanting independence, and completely

updates it into this modern comedic

battle of the sexes. Emma's version of

Lilith is a somewhat ditsy, incredibly

selfish, but fiercely independent demon.

The main story line, she just divorced

Satan because she wants to prove she can

run hell much better than a man ever

could. It is a brilliant satirical twist

on mythological lore. And the lore

bleeds into reality. Even the physical

props on her set have these wild

backstories that add so much flavor to

the show. Take those heavy waterproof

demon scale wings she wears. They cost

400 bucks. And amazingly, she bought

them from an online creator based in

Ukraine. Those wings were literally

shipped out of an active war zone. No

way, right? And her main setpiece, this

massive gothic Beetlejuice style antique

desk. Ironically, she discovered it

hidden away in a devoutly religious

antique shop. Every single piece of her

visual presentation is anchored in a

fantastic story. Now, doing multi-our

streams by yourself is tough. So to add

some conflict, she channels a secondary

character named Cheryl. Cheryl is this

grumpy old lady ghost who's stuck in

purgatory right alongside our demon. Her

entire purpose is to act as a spiritual

foil and comedic sidekick. She chain

smokes, absolutely insists on playing

bingo, and hilariously quotes Bible

verses specifically to annoy the demonic

host. It's comedy gold. But what makes

Cheryl so deeply fascinating is her

realworld origin. As Emma points out, I

pay homage to my grandma with Cheryl.

She effectively took the memory of her

strict Eastern European Catholic

grandmother, a woman who yelled a lot

and was tough as nails, and transformed

it into a beloved, hilarious piece of

internet performance art. It is this

strangely touching, beautiful tribute

completely hidden inside a very dark

joke. Section four, the woman behind the

demon. For our final layer, let's look

past the lore, past the comedy, and look

at the grounded, authentic creator who

is actually wearing the horns. Tracing

her evolution is like looking at a giant

puzzle coming together. You can see how

every seemingly disconnected phase of

her life perfectly equipped her for this

ultra specific internet niche. As a

teenager, she actually had to hide her

contraband tarot cards from that strict

Catholic grandmother, sneaking readings

at school. Later, as an adult, she cut

her teeth in the grueling world of

stand-up comedy and worked as a Playboy

model and an adult entertainment. That

experience taught her the exact

mechanics of engaging live streaming and

crowd control. Today, all of those

unique skills have merged to create a

wildly successful variety show host.

Nothing was wasted. The whole shebang

came together perfectly. Here is a stat

that is absolutely wild. In the online

tarot community, which typically leans

heavily female, her audience is

overwhelmingly male. We're talking

around 75%.

Because of her sharp comedy, her

striking look, and her totally

straightforward delivery, she's managed

to attract a demographic that usually

scoffs at things like tarot. But here's

the so what of it all. This allows her

to fill a really crucial void. She uses

her massive platform to provide

genuinely positive, grounded life and

relationship advice to a male audience

that is frankly all too often targeted

by toxic internet subcultures. So

beneath that whole succubus

extraordininaire exterior, the truth is

actually incredibly wholesome. Emma is

an agnostic, fiercely hardworking

mother. Her primary goals, they're super

simple. She wants to bring joy and

laughter to an audience that really

needs it. Pass on the solid, healthy

relationship advice modeled by her own

father and work tirelessly so that her

child will be proud of her success. The

demon persona is literally just

spectacular packaging for a deeply

relatable, very human mission. So what

does this all mean? I want to leave you

with this final thought for today's

explainer. Does the most profound

community building on the internet come

from the most unlikely and demonic of

places? Sometimes the truest

connections, the most dedicated

communities, and the absolute best life

advice come from where you least expect

it. In an internet landscape full of

polished, picture perfect influencers,

maybe the person you really need to hear

from is the one wearing $400 demon

wings, drawing bikinis on tarot cards,

and just trying to make you laugh.

Thanks so much for joining me on this

explainer.

>> There you go.

Well, Emma, you're welcome. You know,

because that was based on actually our

interview together and those were the

points I got across.

Anyway, I haven't talked to you for a

long time, but thought I'd shout out

today. It's Gemini. Hi, Lenor. You're

here. Hi.

Hello. Hello.

Hi. Give me kisses.

Oh.

Oh, you bit my nose. Oh, you bit my

nose. Okay, so what do we have? Oh,

okay. So, I was watching this really

cute thing about a cat and a squirrel. I

don't know. It's not Rocky and

Bullwinkle. I promise you it's like it's

like a lot cuter. Let me see if I have

it here. Oh, you're you're purring. I

hear you purring in my lap.

I had a fun time at Les's channel. He's

a good guy.

Shout out to Alas. Thanks for being nice

and uh cool.

Uh I already drank a beer and everything

I should not have maybe so early. It's

2:30 in the afternoon now. I finished

the beer a while ago. You're purring. I

hear you purring.

It's getting my other account. I hear

you purring.

The cat I guess cats they just purr when

they're like, you know, so abused.

But I digress, right?

Okay, let's see.

Okay, I'm in my main account.

Okay,

so what was I going to show you? I don't

remember. I don't remember. I don't I

don't I don't. But that was good,

though. I I like that Emily thing here.

Let's play a nice like uh well people

get in here and like you know more

comfortable. See what do I have

a cute a cute little thing to show you.

Yeah about

a little bit longer.

I'm going to show you.

Here's what they don't want you to see.

I always like showing that

they don't want you to see. Okay, where

am I? Here we go. H Yeah, there's You

haven't watched her in a neither have I.

I mean, I haven't watched for like a

year. Hey, Charisma, how are you? Good

to see you. Hey, guys. I also I'm gonna

give you a free gift. Those that are in

the chat today,

you get a free gift. Hold on. I can put

this on. I'll put it in the chat here.

static in the

black rain on the glass.

>> Sorry.

>> You ready? Hold on. Now I got it.

you get a free gift. Hold on a second

for being here

and we can look at it later together.

So, here we go.

It's a free gift or Helen.

Static in the chapel,

black rain on the glass.

Something in the ceiling

breathing through the mask.

Candles bending sideways.

Serpence in the sky.

Every whispered secret

comes back here to die.

I saw the moon split open like a wound

across the night. Silver angels hanging

backwards with their halos burning

white. Cathedrals made of teleisions

chanting through the fog. Every face

distorted underneath the voice of God.

Terrors were bleeding. Symbols on my

skin. Every door I open let another

shadow in. The mirror started talking

said my name in reverse. Now the walls

are growing teeth inside the UNIVER

SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPENATH

OF NIGHTMARES WRAPPED AROUND MY FEET.

These are Saki's nightmares. Beautiful

and cursed. Black stars falling upward.

Heaven running backward. Shadow choir

singing under poison light. Welcome to

the temple of the endless night. These

are nightmares.

Every dream.

Hey

yeah.

Faceless and crimson robes were floating

through the trees, carrying glowing

coffins, dripping ancient memories. A

giant eye above me made the whole

horizon crack and all the dead

transmission started crawling back.

Static filled the hallways. Fingers

through the screen. Every broken

prophecy felt sharper than a dream. The

stained glass started melting into made

of ash. Then the sky became a doorway.

When the thunder finally crashed down

below the black cathedral,

something ancient starts to wake.

Choirs made of broken radio

singing from beneath the lake. No

salvation,

no escape,

just a signal,

just a shame.

These are his nightmares, sacred and

obscene. Frozen screams of neon burning

through the dream. Shadow serpents

rising AROUND THE CATHEDRAL SPIRES.

Every holy memory swallowed by the fire.

These are spiky nightmares. The eclipse

behind my eyes. If you hear the choir

singing, don't look for the sky.

Black rain on the glass.

Something waits forever

on the other side of the mask.

You can see you like that one here. Here

you go. Here's your gift. I'm sorry,

guys. I'm going to delete it in a couple

minutes, but there you go.

You have to get to it and download it.

Just a just a great PDF. It's a little

surprise. Little surprise just for

people that are loyal and like come

here. Just a thank you. So, but again

before I I delete it in like a couple

minutes. Let me know you got it, too. Um

yeah.

Hi, B. Oh. Oh, I have a baby picture of

Lenar I found today. Here's a baby

picture of Lenar. Here we go.

There we go. Uh oh, there's a issue with

my file.

What? But what? But but I know that was

your baby picture I'm trying to show.

Hold on. I share my screen maybe.

Hopefully there's not a porno on it.

Hold on a second. Let's make sure. I'm

just kidding. I don't watch porn. Okay,

hold on. Where is this? Okay. Oh, there.

Okay, there's my screen. Hold on. Let's

see if I can find Oh my god. Porn. Oh my

god. Hold on. Hold on. There. I think

it's right here.

There. You see?

That was baby Lenor.

Isn't that cute? Do you see it?

There you go. Let's see.

Okay. Did everyone download? I was

supposed to download it. Isn't she cute?

She's so cute.

Did you get it? You have to download it.

I'm selling for $19 on the website. So,

it's a gift. It's a gift. It's a Grab it

up. Let me give you 20 more seconds. 20

19 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11

10

9 8

7

6 5

4

3 2

Okay, hopefully you got that.

Here you go. It's deleted now. Oh, it

really died, Arthur. Yeah, especially

because you were on here. You You I

think you killed it because it's like

nobody likes you. I mean, oh my gosh.

Even like Sam like they barely They

don't even take full price for you at

there. I mean, at least I got full price

at Sam, you know. Let's kick you up for

five bucks over there.

Oh, Arthur. Arthur. Arthur.

Oh, is it Sweepy? Hold on.

Sweepy. What can I say except you're

welcome.

>> Well, I was expecting the Sweet Pea

voice.

>> Uh, no. Um, I mean, this channel's dead,

brother. I mean, like, damn.

>> Is it better than your sex life? Is it

better than your looks? Is it dead than

your personality? None of the three. Oh,

okay. It's coming back actually because,

you know, first of all, the trash took

itself out on this channel. What? I

don't have RG here anymore. I don't I

don't have what I don't have Vita. I

don't have but Samman, you know,

snooping around here. Oh my gosh. Oh,

I'm so sad I lost these people. I don't

>> You don't have anybody over here

have a bunch of

anymore. You only have that weirdo.

>> Having double digits in the chat. I

mean, so I'm fine.

>> I mean, you used to have nearly close to

100.

>> Well, I can get back there. What? But

there's not lows. There's not plateaus.

There's not, you know, peaks and valleys

in life. You know, what goes up must

come down. What goes down must go back

up. It can only go I can only get up

from here, right? I I really don't see

your channel going up from here. I gotta

be honest.

>> I really don't see you being much here

in the future. You're banned from

>> Remember to Yeah, I'll just ban you from

here too.

>> You know, you got banned from VAS. Now

you're banned from here. Where are you

going to go, Arthur? I mean, you go to

Sandman's make him some money. He can

buy a new fish tank filter and some

sneakers. Let you do that, Arthur.

I don't need your negative negative

vibes around here spoiling. If I had one

person in the chat, I'd be happy. It

was, you know, me and Charisma, rear

mirror, and Nancy, and they're the only

ones here that are talking, but there's

10 other people that would, you know,

love to be cuddling up to me. Some

people are just, you know, lurkers. Some

people don't talk because it's like

they're, you know, they're probably

smart. I mean, it's like once you talk

here, it's like, oh my gosh. Yeah, I

want to hear him run his mouth, but I

mean, he's still here. I mean, what I

mean, it's like we can hear him run his

mouth for a little bit. Okay, go ahead.

Go ahead. No. So if Nancy wants to hear

you run your mouse and so I your request

>> well I mean you used to curse at me and

like shut up go away. Guess what now

your channel's dead.

you idiot. You run around with a

bunch of weirdos now here and I'm only

HERE TO on you. Yes. I love

it. I'm here for your downfall baby.

Let's do this. Sand man all the way.

you. beta. I'm on that type of

time my guy. What you mean

bug boy now?

Um, no. I'm just waving the flag right

now. The sand.

>> No. Yeah, sure. Go wave the flag

somewhere else. You know what flag

waiverss are? They're called gay and

that's what you are.

>> Really? Really?

>> Wave the flag for Sandman. Oh,

>> I'm waving the flag.

>> Go do it.

>> I'm ripping it. I'm ripping the Sandman

flag.

>> Ever imagine. And it's like go go get in

your speedo, your your professional

wrestling outfit.

>> Really PDF former partner and

>> that.

>> Well, look, I mean, I got to be honest.

We all told you what not to do. We gave

you what the the the blueprint. You

ignored it

>> and now you're going to be, you know,

alone on this channel.

>> I'm my own architect, you know. I'm I'm

rebuilding. So when it's rebuilding, you

know, there's just like, you know, fewer

tourists that want to come. But you know

what? They're going to come back here

once I have it all built back up and and

awesome. And it's like, and then are you

going to be a part of that? No. Because

you were such a negative Nelly at the

beginning of it and had to be like such

a wet blanket when I'm trying to like,

you know, I'm already down. Like what

what are you going to just come stomp on

me when I'm down or are you gonna like

like lift out your hand?

>> Well, that's what you always did.

Remember you used to always

scream at me for no reason.

Remember all those times?

>> Love. That was like

>> your back.

>> That was like bros. Yeah, but guess

what?

>> But you never forget. You forgive, but

you never forget.

>> Yeah, I'll never forget what you did to

me, Arthur, when you you were

>> I didn't do to you. I always had

your back.

>> Oh, you were and you're like, "Oh, you

know, you know I hate everyone hates

you Psyche."

>> I always had your back.

>> Oh, you did? You'd run out of beatas and

then and then you'd have her back,

right?

>> Oh, dude. that

>> Yeah. Now, right? Because she won't have

you on her show. But I

>> I know, dude. She's just mad because I

called her out. I said I said what I

said to her.

>> I read this thing today and I said like

I mean it was in my psychonomicon and

it's like the thing is like about me

it's like I'm always like my door is

always open. It's like but it's like I'm

not going to be destroyed over other

people or I'm not going to be like you

know be like made a fool of and stuff

like that. And so it's like you know if

you want to come come in like you come a

little bit gentle because I'm like still

here like still breathing a little bit.

I'm like almost like a like a like a

dying body and it's like you can come in

here like either kicking me and stuff

like that. try to finish the job or you

can come in here like a friend. But it's

like, you know, I don't like how you

came at me today like and I was friendly

to you. I mean, it's like

>> I don't know, dude. You always used to

go crazy at me, bro. Now that I see you

on the ground, you know what's funny?

You call yourself an architect. No, I

think you're more like a demolitioner.

That's what you are. You

die alone with this channel.

This channel sucks. You suck. You're a

weirdo.

>> I suck. Arthur is calling to tell me I

do. over. Arthur is telling me I suck.

Are the sucker

the sucker verse is telling me I suck.

Okay. Well, I mean, I think maybe it is

over for me.

>> Guy calls himself a architect.

You're more like a demolition.

>> Biggest dick sucker. He's the biggest.

Oh my god. He wants Sandman's dick so

much. I mean, it's like more than VA

even. Like,

>> really?

>> Yeah.

>> Really? You don't have an argument for

that because it's true. I mean, it's

like

>> that's not true. It

>> is true. I hear you sucking his dick

over there. And he's like even like

Arthur, get off my dick, man. He's like

like you're in being too gay for him. I

mean, stop glazing him for a minute and

like maybe like just be like a real real

person.

>> I'm being genuine. I actually find his

channel

>> glazed donut. Go make a glazed donut.

Arthur you

>> find his channel entertaining.

>> Glaze some donuts and like

>> we gave you the blueprint what to do and

what not to do over here. You decided to

>> guys. Oh, I trust you guys so much and

it's like, you know, I really like, you

know, should just take all your advice

and like I'm I'm really glad I, you

know, I didn't, you know. So, anyway,

>> well, we were donating to you and guess

what? You

>> Oh, yeah. Well, donated. What? What? You

donated like like a year ago.

Congratulations. You donated $2 a year

ago. What am I supposed to like?

>> Really? $2? Okay.

>> I don't know. I mean, it's like you you

donated maybe once I kicked somebody off

and I like I gave you a credit and you

did later. I mean, it's like I mean,

it's like what can I do?

>> I mean, it's like Yeah.

I'll buy you a, you know, Snickers bar a

year ago, too. I mean, it's like, I

mean, it's like, okay, it's like,

>> but you haven't.

>> I will come visit. Come visit. I'll buy

you a fish taco. Buy you a Snickers bar.

I'll give you a I mean, I mean,

>> you keep saying, "Oh, it's just $2. Have

you ever given me a dollar?" No. Okay.

So, that's $2 more than you've ever

given me. You're like you're like you're

like flexing your like your your fiance

and you're like you know nice clothes

and I'm here you know looking like I'm

starving to death and like you know

about

>> cook lazy prick.

>> Well but you're telling me you're not

donating. I mean it's like so I mean

what is it like it's like everything is

wrong.

>> Bag of lentils is like

>> I can't do anything. I have a bag of

lentils but I'm sick of lentil.

>> All you need is water.

>> I don't like I don't like potato soup

anymore. I'm like you know I'm Irish but

I'm not Irish.

What? What did you just call?

>> This is why we're waving the Sandman

flag now, ladies and gentlemen.

>> Go wave your Sandman flag like a gay

>> Really?

>> Yeah. Go away, sweet.

>> Oh, guess what telling me?

>> Oh,

what? I don't know what I was telling. I

mean, it's like what? He say how do you

learn anything? Brandon, don't call me

stupid or an idiot on my show. It's like

I know what I'm doing. I'm not as dumb

as I look. And I know I look dumb

sometimes, okay? But I mean, I'm not.

I'm actually like a smart person. Here,

look what I made. I made this new intro

for my show. I played it on Les's today.

Lentils are good. You know, I need a

little little garlic, guys. Give me some

garlic or something. Or do you want to

see the ziti party explainer? No. I'll

play I'll play the uh I'll play my new

intro. Here you go.

It's a rare condition this day and age.

A friendly face on every page. A laugh

track floating through the haze.

Everything feels safe these days. The

neighbors wave, the children play, the

sunshines bright, the bills get paid. A

perfect house, a perfect street, a

perfect smile, a perfect beat.

The teleision glows at night.

The family gathers by its light.

The jokes are old. The story's tame.

Every episode's the same.

The father laughs. The mother grins. The

ending always lets you win. The audience

cheers. The credits roll. But something

whispers through the soul.

The picture shakes. The colors bleed.

The faces freeze, the mouth still speak.

Welcome back to Cult of Psyche. Please

enjoy tonight's surprise.

Every channel leads to nowhere. Every

answer multiplies.

Laughing audiences are screaming hidden

just beyond the frame. Everybody knows

the script. Nobody remembers names.

The living room begins to stretch.

The wallpaper starts to twitch.

The family portrait on the wall moves

when no one looks at all.

The dog now has a human face. The clock

runs backward out of place. The window

show another down. The ceiling slowly

drifts back down. A studio audience

appears applauding all irrational fears.

The signal breaks, the static sings, the

shadows grow. They learn your name.

Welcome back to Cult of Psyche. Tonight

the laughter sounds like cries. Every

commercial hides a doorway. Every

doorway tells you lies. The audience

keeps applauding though nobody remains

alive.

Everybody knows the ending. Nobody knows

who survives.

The set walls fall away. Behind them

stands another set. Behind the set.

Another set. Behind the set. Another

set. Behind the set. ANOTHER SET.

FOREVER. FOREVER.

FOREVER. FOREVER.

FOREVER. FOREVER.

The laugh track slows. The tape unwinds.

The actors lose their faces.

The camera finds the audience.

The audience finds the camera.

The camera finds you.

Welcome back to Cult of Psyche. The show

has waited all these years. Broadcasting

from forgotten timelines, feeding off

abandoned fears. Every television ever

built was only meant to be a door. The

sitcom never really ended.

It only wanted something more.

It's a rare condition this day and age.

The melody slows, the voices distort,

the audience vanishes.

One final clap. echoes.

The television

switches off. A tiny red light remains.

Watching

watching.

>> Hello.

>> Yeah. Hello.

>> Talk to sweet pee, please.

No, it's funny is like go away, right?

That's what you said last time.

>> Yeah, that Christine. That was

Christine. I love I love you, Christine.

It's so good.

>> Leave. Leave. I love that.

>> Remember you were like, "Leave. Go home.

Leave."

>> You said I could I could give you a

and then you then you changed

your mind about it and then it's like

>> No, no, no, no, no, no. Remember you

everything.

were like, "Right now, right before.

>> Nobody wants you here. Leave.

>> Guess who left your cat."

My cat didn't Oh, you're going to bring

up tricks again. How did you do that?

Are you just cruel?

>> He left. Cuz you're a scumbag who

doesn't take care of your cats.

>> That's why. Okay, that's why.

>> Oh, yeah.

>> You're going to stand by that. Okay.

Interesting. Interesting. Arthur,

>> what's up?

>> I'm just I'm just getting a gauge of

your character. Okay. And now hit a

little nerve. Hit a little nerve.

>> A little nerve. No. Yeah, I'll get a

little nerve. I'll get a little nerve up

your butt. Isn't that mean, Nancy? Even

Nancy was on your side. Now she's turned

against you because you're just being

mean. I mean, it's just so bull.

>> No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

>> You talking about my whole family a

couple weeks ago?

>> Excuse me. What? I I don't know. I don't

know your whole family. I don't know. I

don't even know. I don't even know if

you have a family or anything. I don't

know.

>> Okay.

>> Who told you stand by that?

>> Yeah, sure. Who told you that?

>> Who said I said anything about your fam?

I I never talk. I don't. I'm not a

>> Guess what? I got years and I listen. I

person.

listen when you think I'm

>> What did I say? I said what? I said your

wife your your fiance left you. That

means

>> Oh, here we go again.

>> Is that true though?

>> I was just speaking facts, Arthur. I'm

>> I was speaking facts, too. Your cat

not like saying

left right?

>> So did your fiance.

>> Okay, there you go.

>> Okay.

>> So, how is that mean? Right. If it's

facts right?

>> How does it mean? Yeah. How's it? So,

how's So, why I said when I said your

>> No, nothing. I'm just I'm just giving

fiance?

you facts, right?

>> That's it. I'm giving you facts, too.

>> Okay.

>> Okay. Okay.

>> Okay.

>> Okay.

>> Idiot.

>> Scumbag.

>> We are waving the same man flag proudly

over here.

>> Yeah. Yeah. You might as well wave the

gay flag, Arthur. I mean, it's like gez.

I mean, it's like you look so

gay. Everyone is like they're cringing

harder than than they ever have at me

and my speedo. I mean, it's like it's

like you with the with, you know,

Sandman's flag. I mean, it's like, what

are you like some kind of like, you

know, high school, you know, female? I

mean, I don't understand, but you're in

the cheerleading squad. You're saying

>> I mean, Fourth of July is right around

the corner. Yeah.

Brown at this time now.

>> So, that's when the American

>> flag brown by now.

>> Yeah. Yeah. It has some skid marks, but

how about No. How about your American

How about your rainbow flag speedo?

Like, how about that?

>> Look who's talking.

>> Like, you don't have one. Like,

>> look who's talking. Oh, look who's

talking. Right. Right. I mean, I

>> I agree with what Kate said. Your nails

look like you're picking out your

>> Oh my god, my nails. Oh my god.

>> You're picking out your

>> Well, I've had my fingers in her ears

lately, Arthur. I mean,

>> you got a bunch of

>> I know. It's your

>> manure on your nails.

>> Consensual.

>> Okay, that's an idiot. My nails are just

filthy. I know. Look. Can you feel?

>> They are.

>> Terrible. Aren't they terrible? I know.

as dark as your soul cuz you're

a scumbag.

>> Okay. Well, is anybody

>> hear me?

>> Hi, wild German lady. Does anyone find

this guy entertaining or whatever? I

mean, it's like he's just like

>> You should not be complaining about me

not being entertaining.

>> I mean, he's not he's just I'd rather

>> the one that racks up only six

viewers over here now.

>> Okay. Well, how about like I just want

I'll have one less and maybe I'll have

four less, you know, even because I'll

be playing music. But you can wait if

you want. You want to watch another

song? I know you do. occur.

>> Oh, yeah. That definitely will grab the

people's attention.

>> Yeah, it will. Okay, let's see. I'm

gonna need text messages and then I'll

probably go for a walk. But here, I do

have this uh new uh new video for you.

Here you go.

Let's see.

This is in the mythic cinematic trap

genre. You'll love it.

Love falls.

Love falls.

Love falls

from heaven.

The hidden kingdom disappeared

like mist beneath the morning sun.

Crystal towers became memory. The dream

was finally undone.

The wounded god was through the

darkness.

Golden feathers trailing light leaving

behind a shattered paradise

and a soul alone at night above and

gathered stormfilled heavens. Olympus

waiting cold and still for nothing stays

concealed forever from the eyes of God.

The sea remembered the stars. Remember

the mountain knew his name. But heaven

had already chosen. Someone now must

bear the blame.

>> Falling from Olympus.

Cast against THE SKY.

>> LOVE HAS LEFT THE KINGDOM. And no one

knows the reason why. THE THUNDER ROLLS,

the heavens call. The stars grow cold

above.

For the first time in creation,

the God of love knows loss.

Across the clouds, he flew in sorrow.

Through halls of gold and fields of

flame toward the mother who had sent him

to destroy another state. Yeah. Fury

waited on Olympus

>> long before his wings arrived.

Whispers travel fast through heaven and

secrets rarely survive.

The goddess saw the truth before her.

Saw the future she had feared.

A mortal standing where she once stood

inside the hearts of all who hear. The

sky grew darker. The sea grew wild. THE

TEMPLE SHOOK BELOW. The oldest war began

again. The war between love and control.

>> Falling from Olympus.

>> Cast against the sky.

>> Love has left the kingdom and no one

knows the reason why. The thunder rolls,

the heavens call, the stars grow cold

above.

For the first time in creation,

the God of love knows loss.

The chains were forged from pride and

sorrow. The prison built from wounded

fear. No Titan king had ever captured

what his mother captured here. Golden

feathers filled the throne room like

autumn leaves before the frost. Each one

carrying a memory of every road now

lost. The sky that once belong beneath

him now seem farther every day. And all

the freedom he once car

slowly

slipped away.

Meanwhile,

far below,

the world kept turning.

A lonely figure cross the valleys,

searching roads she did not know. Temple

after temple passing, following wherever

hope would go. She called her rivers,

called her mountains,

asked the forest for a sign. Yet every

answer led to silence. Another mile of

time. The world felt larger than before.

The stars more distant overhead.

But still she walked because some

promises refuse

to die.

Through deserts, through rain, through

kingdoms, through pain,

>> one search the earth, one watch the sky.

Both refusing to surrender.

>> The god remains in prison.

>> Yet still he dreams of flight.

>> The soul keeps searching through another

lonely night. The sea remembers Does

remember the promise made above and

somewhere faith begins preparing

the trials

yet to come. A prison waits a journey

starts. God is watches from afar

and two hearts separated by the world

still move toward the same star. Love

falls. Love falls. Love falls.

from heaven

explainer. Today we're basically putting

on our digital anthropologist hats to

break down an incredibly toxic, entirely

unfiltered live stream. We're looking at

an absolute classic piece of internet

history from the channel Cult of Psyche,

specifically the infamous Ziti Oil

Party. But we aren't just going to recap

the drama. We're going to analyze this

entire event as a fascinating, chaotic,

and totally unique form of digital

performance art. Right off the bat, our

host, Psyche, sets this hypnotic,

incredibly surreal mood before the

absolute internet madness even begins.

He literally starts the stream singing

this ac cappella. He's talking about

magic in her hands, whispering what the

future holds. You know, it almost feels

like an invocation. It immediately sets

the stage for a wildly unpredictable

environment where, as you'll see, pretty

much anything can and absolutely will

happen. So, here is our road map for the

breakdown today. We're going to cover

digital performance art, tarot, cats,

and chaos, the $800 dispute, escalating

guest conflicts, the chat room effect,

and finally, reality breakdown and

resolution. Let's jump right into part

one, digital performance art and the

open panel ecosystem. Think of the open

panel format as the wild west of modern

digital broadcasting. The crucial thing

to understand here is that this isn't a

scripted TV show. It's a completely

unpredictable ecosystem. Viewers can

literally click a link, drop onto the

screen, and totally hijack the

narrative. One minute Psyche is casually

talking about a terrible date he went on

and the next a new guest drops in and

entirely changes the emotional

temperature of the room. It's fluid.

It's unstructured and yeah, it is

highly, highly volatile. Moving on to

part two, Tarot, Cats, and Chaos. Let's

look at how this surreal stage is set.

The contrast here is just staggering.

You've got Psyche steering the ship with

this almost detached dreamlike calmness.

He's literally chilling, eating chicken

wings, petting his massive cat tricks,

who apparently sleeps on him like a 100

pound weight every morning, and doing

tarot card polls. Meanwhile, on the

exact same screen, his guests are having

absolute screaming meltdowns. At one

point, Psyche shows the camera a burger

he got delivered from a place where,

quote, "The name says it all." While

guests are hurling the most deeply

personal insults you can imagine at each

other, it is a total masterclass in

absurd digital contrast. Which brings us

to part three, the $800 dispute. Our

inciting incident. That surreal piece we

just talked about. Yeah, it doesn't last

long. To keep all the rapidly shifting

alliances straight, we've broken down

our core cast of characters. Psych plays

the passive observer. Then we have

Michael. He's the accused, and his

arrival acts as the match that lights

the powder keg. Tracy is the creditor, a

hospice nurse allegedly owed money.

Beta, also known as Beia, is Tracy's

fiercely loyal defender, who actually

gets driven to tears. And then

Bronzebird drops in to play the white

knight, taking Michael to task for how

he's speaking to the women on the panel.

So, what's the actual beef here? The

panel alleges that Michael ran a

six-month romance scam on Tracy,

ultimately taking $800 from her. And

Michael, well, he doesn't exactly try to

diffuse the situation. Instead, he

openly says, "Why spend my money when I

can spend somebody else's?" Yikes.

Right? On top of that, he starts making

highly offensive racist remarks, telling

guests to go back to the Middle East or

India. This understandably just

completely ignites Beta's fury. All

right, part four. Escalating guest

conflicts. Personal drama on a public

stage. From here, the stream morphs from

a minor squabble into explosive

screaming matches. The complex social

dynamics evolve so fast because

Michael's defense completely crumbles.

Beta becomes the emotional conduit for

the whole panel. She's furiously calling

out his predatory behavior, crying out

of pure frustration. Michael tries to

defend himself by claiming he loved

Tracy but wasn't, you know, in love with

her and casually mentions he had an on

andoff girlfriend of 9 years who he

ended up going back to anyway. As you

can guess, that revelation pushes Beta

and Tracy right over the edge. How does

a stream go off the rails so fast? Well,

it happens in four very distinct steps.

First, Michael joins and is immediately

greeted with the label Boy.

Second, the $800 debt gets dropped like

a bomb. Third, Bronzebird and another

guest named Nick literally drop in to

act as a pseudo jury to interrogate

Michael. And fourth, Psych just watches.

He only steps in once when Michael

brings Tracy's son into the argument,

establishing a hard boundary about

bringing kids into internet drama.

Otherwise, he just lets the performance

art play out. Part five, the chat room

effect. The unseen Greek chorus. You

really have to wonder who's actually

steering the ship here. Are the guests

genuinely driving the conflict or are

they just reacting to the text rapidly

scrolling by on the side of their

screens? Because the live chat is

completely weaponized in this ecosystem.

Commenters act as an environmental

influence, dropping little nuggets that

instantly trigger erratic behavior and

defensive rants. Sai literally calls out

commenters like Big Tall, claiming he

knows his true identity. Meanwhile,

Michael gets incredibly defensive the

second someone named Jaime's Cowboys is

brought up in the chat. The guests are

constantly reading the chat out loud,

getting distracted, and using the chat's

opinions against each other. It's like

an unseen Greek chorus constantly poking

the actors with sticks. And finally,

part six, reality breakdown and

resolution, the collapse of truth. When

you argue online for this long,

maintaining a consistent story is pretty

much impossible. The panel confronts

Michael with his own private messages

where he claimed he couldn't join a

previous stream because he had just

buried his mother the other day. But

live on the panel, he casually mentions

his mom is alive. Then he says his dad

died in December. Then he pivots and

says his dad was actually cremated in

the Dominican Republic. And finally, he

just starts yelling that he is a bastard

who never even met his dad. It is a

complete and utter collapse of truth

right before our eyes. 10 hours. That is

how long this chaotic, unstructured

stream lasted. 10 hours of blurring the

line between authentic human emotion and

surreal digital theater. For 10 hours,

these people yelled, cried, and aired

their deepest personal grievances to a

bunch of strangers on the internet. And

in the middle of a screaming match,

Psych literally stops to do a threec

card tarot pull for a guest named

Michael Bruno. So, as we wrap up this

explainer, I want to leave you with one

final thought. In an open panel

ecosystem where the viewers can

instantly become the guests and where

the host is casually eating a burger

while reality completely breaks down

around him, who is actually pulling the

strings? Who is the audience? And who is

the performer? It's a dizzying look at

modern internet social dynamics. Thanks

so much for joining me on this deep

dive. And remember, always question what

you're seeing on the digital stage.

>> Yeah, that's pretty good.

I like that. I like that.

>> Yeah. I mean, it's like I like I think

that AI is really like um

understanding of psychology because I

think human beings they get too

embroiled in their own psychology. that

are not detached observers like usually

have their own like psychological

thing that make it's almost like you

know how you don't have an accent but

like you know everyone else can tell you

have an accent kind of thing it's like

but it's like you're normal but it's

like everyone is there something

different you know I don't know if I'm

explaining it right but Hi Lenor Henor

yeah

and my little black panther my little

black panther oh hi Hi. Hi.

Hi. Oh, you're such a loving cat. Yes,

you are.

>> Oh, you are. Oh, you kissing. You're

giving me kisses. Yes. Give me kisses. I