The Screechfeed Dispatches - Letter V: On Influencer Prophets

 

📍 From: Underfiend Griphax
📍 To: Screwtape, Tormentorship Emeritus
📅 Filed under: #FalseShepherds #Soulfluencers #AlgorithmicAnointing

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“If you cannot stop them from seeking a shepherd, make sure the shepherd is sponsored.”
— Screwtape, The Branding of the Saints

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Most Diabolical Uncle,

You will be pleased to know that the patient now believes in something greater than himself—but, fortunately, it’s a lifestyle brand run by an Influencer Prophet named JUNE.

JUNE speaks with conviction, never questions herself, and posts curated glimpses of her “authentic” journey. She wears flowing linen, quotes selectively spiritual texts, and markets trauma recovery kits in the same breath as moon-charged face serum.

She has 1.2 million followers.

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📱 The Anointing of the Algorithm

The Enemy once relied on slow growth—discipleship, scripture, prayer. We have replaced all that with engagement metrics. Now a half-literate mantra, filmed in soft lighting, goes further than a thousand homilies.

Better yet, JUNE never asks her followers to die to themselves.
Only to “manifest.”
Only to “own their journey.”
Only to “release negativity (while purchasing her new chakra stones).”

She speaks of “light,” “energy,” “alignment,” and “the Universe,” while carefully omitting anything the Enemy might have trademarked.

This is our ideal Prophet:

• Charismatic,

• Content-rich,

• Vague enough for mass appeal,

• And profit-driven.

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🛒 Spirituality With a Promo Code

The patient now finds spiritual guidance through 30-second reels. He has never fasted, but he has detoxed. He has never confessed, but he has commented, “This 🙌 spoke to me.”

We have removed sacrifice from the sacred.
In its place? Subscription tiers.

Even better, he feels a parasocial connection to JUNE. Her success feels like his own. Her convictions become his. Her heresies are internalized as empowerment.

If she sins, he rationalizes.
If she contradicts herself, he applauds her “growth.”
If she fails, he feels betrayed—then seeks the next influencer in the digital wilderness.

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🔄 Disposable Prophets, Enduring Idols

These Influencer Prophets do not last. They burn fast, fall hard. But that suits our strategy. We’re not interested in faith—we’re interested in rotation. Let them scroll through self-declared messiahs endlessly, always one post away from “breakthrough.”

Let them be discipled by strangers who do not know their names.

Let them be pastored by algorithms.

Let them mistake virality for truth.

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Should I encourage the patient to start posting his own spiritual takes next? Or keep him at the feet of JUNE a little longer? Either way, he’s no longer hungry for truth—he’s just starving for content.

Ever devoted,
Underfiend Griphax
✨ Division of Hashtag Holiness & Monetized Revelation

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🗂 Tags: #BlessedAndSponsored #AuthenticitySoldSeparately #WorshippingWiFi #NewAgeOldTricks
🖼 Header Art: The Orator by Magnus Zeller (early 20th century, expressionist)
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The Screechfeed Dispatches - Letter IV: On Self-Care as Self-Salvation

 

📍 From: Underfiend Griphax
📍 To: Screwtape, Tormentorship Emeritus
📅 Filed under: #HolyBathBombs #InwardIdolatry #BetterLivingThroughSin

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“Convince them the soul is an accessory and they’ll polish it, not cleanse it.”
— Screwtape, On the Cult of the Self

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Uncle,

I hope this letter finds you basking in the furnace glow of infernal leisure, sipping the shrieks of the damned through a glass of compressed regret.

Here on the surface, the work continues splendidly. Today’s dispatch focuses on the most elegant corruption of all: convincing the humans that they are enough.

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🛁 The Gospel of Self-Optimization

My patient has abandoned repentance in favor of “self-care.” Now, don’t be alarmed—he’s not praying or fasting. He’s exfoliating. Journaling. Charging his crystals. Whispering to himself in the mirror: “I am the love I’ve been waiting for.”

He believes the soul is a project, not a battlefield. That his flaws are “boundaries,” his vices are “coping strategies,” and that if he just drinks enough water, he'll be redeemed.

Better yet, he now views guilt as an attack on his self-esteem. We’ve replaced conviction with discomfort, and discomfort with oppression.

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🪞 Salvation via Branding

We’ve turned wellness into worship. Every scented candle, every fitness tracker, every affirmation app sings a silent creed:
“You can fix yourself, if you just buy the right thing.”

He’s not repenting—he’s upgrading.
He’s not surrendering—he’s curating.
And he’s not seeking the Enemy—he’s following influencers who tell him he is his own answer.

He believes that if he’s hurting, it’s someone else’s fault. That healing must be soothing. That salvation is a process of self-discovery, not surrender.

He’s not angry at the Enemy.
He just thinks He’s… unnecessary.

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🧘 The Most Painless Damnation

This form of damnation is wonderfully silent. No great rebellion. No bloody blasphemy. Just a slow, lukewarm drift into self-worship. The Enemy offers transformation, but we whisper, “You’re perfect just as you are.”

It is far easier to damn a human through comfort than cruelty.

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Your input, as always, is welcomed—especially on whether I should next nudge him toward influencer spirituality or boutique mysticism. I’ve also secured him a “gratitude journal” that never once mentions grace.

Yours in softly whispered ruin,
Underfiend Griphax
💄 Division of Vanity, Vibes, and Vapid Virtue

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🗂 Tags: #MeMyselfAndDamnation #HealingWithoutHoliness #GraceNotIncluded #FlawlessButFalling
🖼 Header Art: “Narcissus” by Caravaggio (public domain)
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The Screechfeed Dispatches - Letter III: On Lies Loud Enough to Sound Like Truth

 

📍 From: Underfiend Griphax

📍 To: Screwtape, Tormentorship Emeritus

📅 Filed under: #DisinformationDoctrine #ConfusionIsKing #EchoesNotEvidence

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“When they no longer care whether it’s true, you’ve already won.”
— Screwtape, On the Triumph of the Unverified

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Uncle,

I report today with unbridled glee: the patient no longer asks whether something is true—only whether it feels true. What once required whispers now spreads like wildfire through glowing rectangles and forwarded messages. The triumph of misinformation is not in silencing truth—but in surrounding it with such noise that it collapses from exhaustion.

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🧠 Conviction Without Confirmation

We’ve trained him to believe based on identity, not inquiry. If the source feels familiar, if the message flatters his tribe, if the enemy is painted in stark enough hues—he shares it, affirms it, evangelizes it. His conscience no longer checks facts; it checks alignment.

He is not curious. He is certain.

He reads headlines as gospel and footnotes as heresy.

And the best part?
He believes he's being “informed.”

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🔁 The Echo Chamber as Chapel

He wakes and prays to the feed. Not to ask questions, but to receive affirmations. His gods are pundits, his scripture is scrollable. If a contradiction arises, I gently remind him it’s probably “a smear,” or “fake,” or “from the other side.”

We’ve helped him conflate disagreement with danger, nuance with betrayal. When presented with multiple sides, he assumes the truth is whatever hurts his enemies most.

He does not say, “Is this true?”
He asks, “Does this make me feel righteous?”

That is the lie that keeps on giving.

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📉 The Death of Discernment

He now mistrusts all institutions, but none of his gut feelings. Experts are corrupt; strangers online are “authentic.” Research is elitism, but anecdotes are proof. Logic is suspicious. Passion is holy.

This collapse of discernment, Uncle—it’s practically self-sustaining. We don’t even have to lie anymore. We simply have to confuse him faster than he can think.

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Should I accelerate his descent into conspiracy?
Or let him settle into comfortable bias?
Both lead to isolation. Both inoculate him against the Enemy’s reality.

Yours in distortion,
Underfiend Griphax
🔻 Department of Viral Deceptions & Echo Chamber Cultivation

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🗂 Tags: #MisinformAndConquer #BeliefOverTruth #ScrollAndObey #SuspicionSanctified
🖼 Header Art: “The Tower of Babel” by Pieter Bruegel the Elder (public domain)
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The Screechfeed Dispatches - Letter II: On Hollowing the Sacred

  

📍 From: Underfiend Griphax
📍 To: Screwtape, Tormentorship Emeritus
📅 Filed under: #ReligiousRot #FaithAsBrand #WeaponizedWorship

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“A lukewarm believer is worth a hundred atheists.”
— Screwtape, Post-Canonical Memoirs

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Most Venomous Uncle,

Forgive the delay in correspondence. I was briefly promoted to Head of Soul Analytics for a particularly wretched influencer ministry, until an internal audit discovered my numbers were too damningly successful.

No matter. I return to you now with another update on Subject #768B.

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🙏 Faith, Not as Fire, But as Flag

The patient has lately been experiencing… yearnings. A flicker of the old hunger—for meaning, for connection, even for the Enemy Himself. I feared revival. But, mercifully, he sought “spiritual content” through the algorithm.

And what does he find?

• Sermons cut into motivational snippets.

• A prosperity gospel with better lighting.

• Crusades of keyboard warriors who know the name of the Enemy but not the voice.

He consumes faith like he does everything else: as content. It is branding, posture, aesthetic. He wears a cross now—but as a lifestyle accessory. The symbol shines; the soul behind it rusts.

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🧠 Righteousness Without Repentance

A core triumph has been decoupling belief from behavior. The patient is “spiritual,” but he does not pray. He loves quoting scripture (out of context) in arguments, but flinches at self-examination.

He condemns with zeal and forgives with reluctance. This is ideal.

We have ensured he confuses conviction with aggression and humility with weakness. The Enemy’s commands are inconvenient—so we help him interpret them as “outdated” or “optional.”

His faith is performative, not transformative. A perfect clone of virtue, designed to repel grace.

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🔥 The Icon Inversion Protocol

He recently encountered a painting of the Enemy—gentle, bleeding, arms open. It stirred him. So I redirected him to a forum where the same image was used to promote intolerance, rage, and self-idolatry. (Incredible how flexible icons are when dipped in the acid of outrage.)

The trick is not to destroy the sacred—but to twist it.
Let them sing hymns, if they believe them battle cries.
Let them quote scripture, if they use it to harm.

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I await your judgment, Uncle.
Should I push harder toward nationalism? Or gently nudge him into prosperity fluff? Or perhaps let him drift into vague mysticism where “everything is spiritual,” and nothing is holy?

All ears, all horns,
Underfiend Griphax
🕯 Division of Religious Dilution & Digital Doctrine Packaging

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🗂 Tags: #SpiritualButNotRepentant #FaithAsAesthetic #CrossAsCostume #BlessedAreTheLoud
🖼 Header Art: Christ Pantocrator (6th century, St. Catherine’s Monastery)
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The Screechfeed Dispatches - Letter I: On Isolation and the Algorithm

 

📍 From: Underfiend Griphax
📍 To: Screwtape, Tormentorship Emeritus
📅 Filed under: #DigitalDamnation #Isolation #SubtleSnares

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“They will build walls of glass and call them windows. Let them.”
— Screwtape, Lectures on the Anti-Church (Third Circle Press, annotated edition)

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My Esteemed Uncle,

Permit your humblest subordinate to extend acidic admiration. Your writings, still circulated like sacred scrolls in the training pits, are nothing short of infernal scripture. May my efforts earn even a flicker of your contemptuous approval.

I write from my current post—embedded deep within The Feed. Not the old fields of flesh and fog, no. This battlefield glows, hums, and pings. A place where the humans think they are more connected than ever... and in that illusion lies our gain.

My latest charge (referred to in our registry as Subject #768B) has shown promise. He is of the new breed: attention-starved, overstimulated, and ever online. Ripened for our purposes.

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🕸 Primary Corruption Vector: Isolation via Connectivity

I have managed to erode his understanding of community. Where once he sought presence, he now accepts presence indicators. A green dot suffices for a handshake. A heart emoji, for love.

He scrolls. Constantly. I reward him with the occasional spike of envy or lust—just enough to keep the algorithm hungry and his soul tired. He sees “friends” without friendship, and believes loneliness is normal—worse, that it’s comfortable.

He does not think of prayer, only push notifications.

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🧬 Microdoses of Envy: A Curated Despair

His morning begins with six-pack abs, paid vacations, and photogenic dogs. All lies, of course—but polished, shimmering ones. His reality looks drab beside it. That’s the trick: make him compare without questioning the premise.

He has learned to filter even his pain, to present his wounds attractively. Suffering must be shared—but not healed. As long as he performs his sadness, he won’t be tempted to confront it.

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⚠ Countermeasures Required

There are dangers, of course. Solitude, if not properly filled, may lead him to silence—and silence may lead him to “Him.” The Enemy has a way of whispering in stillness. So I prescribe noise. Earbuds, podcasts, guided meditations devoid of meaning.

Worse still, he nearly opened a physical Bible last week. (Thankfully, he searched for an app instead and became overwhelmed by ads.)

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Your advice is welcome as ever. I aspire to earn a promotion—perhaps something respectable, like Junior Tempter in a Mid-Tier Megachurch. Until then, I remain,

Your Caffeinated Nephew,
🖋 Underfiend Griphax
Dept. of Human Entanglement
Subdivision: Urban Apathy & App Monetization

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🗂 Tags: #IsolationIsKey #AlgorithmicAnguish #FilteredFaith #DigitalDamnation
🖼 Header Art: Cabanel's magnificent "Fallen Angel", 1847.
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Reimagining Batman Villains - Marsha - Queen of Diamonds

Background: Marsha is a former jewel thief and a brilliant gemologist with a tragic backstory. She used to work in high-profile jewelry design but was betrayed by her business partner, losing everything she held dear. Consumed by anger and a desire for revenge, she adopts the persona of Marsha, Queen of Diamonds, using her expertise in gemstones to become a criminal mastermind in Gotham.

Appearance: Marsha retains her glamorous aesthetic, but with a more sophisticated touch. She wears a sleek, form-fitting outfit adorned with a diamond motif, incorporating aspects of high fashion rather than a gaudy costume. Her accessories include a diamond-encrusted mask that emphasizes her enigmatic persona.

Powerset/Abilities:

1. Diamond Manipulation: Marsha possesses the ability to manipulate diamonds at a molecular level, allowing her to create diamond constructs or even use tiny diamond shards as projectiles. This skill can be portrayed visually through animated sequences, showing her forming weapons or barriers from diamonds.

2. Illusions and Light Manipulation: With her expertise in refracting light through diamonds, she can create illusions, making herself or her surroundings appear different. This ability can be used defensively to escape or trap Batman.

3. Enhanced Agility and Combat Skills: Marsha has trained herself in martial arts, allowing her to hold her own against Batman. Her agility and acrobatic skills can be symbolized by her diamond-themed fighting style, reflecting the sharpness and precision of her chosen medium.

4. Tech Savvy: Marsha uses high-tech gadgets in her heists, including a device that can temporarily immobilize security systems using diamond circuitry. This combination of technology and her gemstone powers adds complexity to her character.

Motivation: Her primary goal is not just theft but to bring down the corrupt elite of Gotham who wronged her, making her a more sympathetic character. This allows for deeper storytelling, as Batman must confront her complex motivations, blurring the lines between villainy and justice.

Potential Story Arc: Marsha's conflict with Batman could explore themes of betrayal, loss, and redemption. As Batman investigates her heists, he uncovers her backstory, leading to a confrontation where he must decide whether to stop her or help her seek justice against those who hurt her. This could culminate in a moral dilemma, enriching the narrative and providing character development for both Batman and Marsha.

This reimagined Marsha, Queen of Diamonds could fit seamlessly into the darker, more nuanced universe of "Batman: The Animated Series," contributing depth and excitement to the series' roster of villains.

 Aunt Hilda

Aunt Hilda

Background: Aunt Hilda is a former chemistry professor who now works as a biomolecular research consultant. Her passion for chemistry has made her a formidable inventor, creating gadgets and tools that Marsha uses in her heists. Rather than believing she has magical powers, Hilda uses her scientific knowledge to help create elaborate plans and devices that could "magically" enhance their criminal activities.

Role: "Gal in the Chair": Hilda operates from a high-tech lair filled with chemistry lab equipment and cutting-edge technology. She monitors Marsha's heists, providing real-time support through a sophisticated communication system. With her expertise, she assists Marsha in hacking security systems, creating smoke screens, and concocting various chemical compounds that enhance their plans, such as temporary chemical incapacitation agents (instead of potions).

Personality: Hilda has a quirky and eccentric personality, often making humorous remarks about their criminal exploits. She believes in the power of science and can be both a nurturing figure and a tough mentor to Marsha when required. Her interactions with Marsha can provide depth to both characters, as she balances being a supportive aunt with being an accomplice in crime.

Motivation: Hilda is driven by a desire to reclaim lost glory after her academic career was derailed; she sees criminality as a means to demonstrate her genius. She may also feel a sense of injustice about being overlooked in the field of science, and helping Marsha allows her to vent her frustrations while staying connected to her niece.

Potential Story Arc: Throughout various episodes, Aunt Hilda and Marsha could face challenges involving their heists and conflicts with Batman. Hilda’s intelligence and creativity in producing gadgets could lead to clever and colorful plans that require Batman's wit and skill to counter. Over time, Hilda could develop a sense of morality, potentially creating a storyline where she begins to question their criminal lifestyle or even assists Batman in a moment of conscience.

Batman's Introspection.

Marsha and Hilda represent a foe in many ways more towards Bruce Wayne then Batman.  They have been rejected by the 1% and are punching up, but are a threat to public order.  This causes Batman to wonder if he isn't part of the problem.  Plus being relatively non violent means they fall on more the catwoman side of things, but will deal with darker villains to suit their needs, even if it is for more of a heist against said villains.

Catwoman's Introspection.

Catwoman sees Marsha  as herself in about 20 years.  Marsha is an older lady, but has many of the same themes, plus Marsha was one of the 1% until relatively recently and may have a grudge from the before times.

Bullwinkle's Awakening

 

Scene: A dimly lit cryogenic chamber comes to life with a soft hum. Bullwinkle stirs, his eyes fluttering open to the world beyond his frosty slumber. Beside him, Rocky the Flying Squirrel buzzes with excitement.

Bullwinkle: (groggily) Mmm... what a dream! I was in this magical land of talking moose and... (pauses, looks around confused) Wait a minute! This isn’t my old cozy bed! Where am I?

Rocky flutters excitedly around Bullwinkle's head.

Rocky: Bullwinkle! You did it! You woke up! We've been in this cryogenic chamber forever! I’m so glad you're back!

Bullwinkle: Forever? How long is that? I missed my nap... (sighs dramatically) Oh, boy. And what’s with this place? It looks like someone spilled the world’s biggest can of green paint!

He gazes out of the chamber, seeing the devastated landscape of a post-apocalyptic world filled with crumbling buildings and overgrown plants.

Bullwinkle: (stumbling as he gets up) Yikes! I knew I shouldn’t have taken that last bite of dessert before bed... But I thought I’d wake up in a nice, civilized world! What happened to the bustling city and my beloved moose lodge?

Rocky zooms closer, trying to keep Bullwinkle calm.

Rocky: Well, things have changed a lot, Bullwinkle. The world outside isn’t the same anymore. There’s been some... uh... “fallout.”

Bullwinkle: Fallout? (scratches his chin) So, they dropped a bunch of animals on us? That’s the problem? Where do I sign to file a complaint?

Rocky chuckles, a glint of determination in his eyes.

Rocky: Nope! Not animals! It’s a little more serious than that. But don’t worry! We’re adventurers! Just like old times! We can figure this out together!

Bullwinkle: (perking up) Together! Now that's a word I like! (takes a deep breath) Alright, Rocky! Let’s step out into this strange new world! Adventure awaits!

They both step outside, the weight of the fallout looming around them. Bullwinkle squints against the sunlight, his spirit unyielded.

Bullwinkle: (grinning) You know, Rocky, this isn’t the welcome I expected, but it sure sounds like a wild ride! Just promise me one thing...

Rocky: Anything, Bullwinkle!

Bullwinkle: (with a twinkle in his eye) No more cryogenic napping without a proper “do not disturb” sign!

Rocky laughs as they take their first steps into the post-apocalyptic world, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

End Scene.