[ WP ] Explain to your disciples why the world has n't ended as announced .

Malachi slowly opened the drapes of the farmhouse and stole a quick look outside. They were starting to gather. At first, there was just a handful of the Followers of the Light meandering near the front porch, but as the day went by more and more angry followers gathered at his doorstep. He tried not to be seen as they glared toward the decadent house ( when they were n't furiously discussing among themselves their next course of action ) but he was n't sure if someone had caught him spying from his bay window. 
 
 6 months. It had only been 6 months since the Vision. That night had changed everything. For a few days he tried to convince himself it was only a dream, that the world would end on May 6, 2014. He tried to shake it off, tried to convince himself that dreams can sometimes be just dreams. But this dream was too vivid, too surreal to be a normal dream. He even thought it could have been the extra spicy pho he had for dinner the night before, but as the days went on he knew, he *knew* that it was a vision from God ( or whatever was out there ). So, he did what he thought was right - he quit his job as a car salesman and started sharing his miraculous vision with his community. He thought he would be mocked, but surprisingly enough, after only 2 months he had built a small congregation around his apocalyptic message. After 3 months they started giving him money. In the fourth month, someone gave Malachi his family farm for the congregation to live on and work the land as a community until the final day approached. It seemed Malachi had tapped into something he did n't fully understand - that these people, in a town with over 50 % unemployment, was desperate for hope. They did n't seem to care about proof, or that the vision contained nonsensical and illogical aspects of the future - they simply wanted to believe in something greater than themselves. 
 
 After 4 months, Malachi started to focus less on the vision for the future and more on amassing a vast and ever growing fortune. It cam so naturally to him - in his previous life as a salesman his entire existence had been centered around the pursuit of wealth. It started to overwhelm him, to consume him totally. In the end it was n't about the message, but the money - and also, on occasion, the women. And now, here it was, 6 months later - May 7, 2014; the world had n't ended, and he still had his treasures. 
 
 Malachi took a deep breath. He knew that if he waited until the anger of the mob overwhelmed them he would be a dead man. No, he had to address them directly - and soon. The congregation was getting more and more restless; some were starting to pick up rocks and pitchforks from the barn. With a deep breath, he unlocked the front door and stepped out. He was greeted with a chorus of shouts, the crowd immediately letting their disgraced leader know how they felt. `` Please, let me explain,'' he tried to say, but the shouting grew louder and louder until his voice could no longer overcome the vocal masses. 
 
 He was n't sure who threw the first rock. Out of the corner of his eye he barely saw it coming. He tried to duck; he was unable to do and the rock hit him square in the temple, knocking him down. Lying on his back, with blood in his eyes he could n't see who had surrounded him - he only felt their ominous and presence surrounding him. He tried to resist, the cry over their shouts, but it was no use, the crowd was too loud. But only for another moment, as in only a few seconds the shouts would die down. They would be replaced by the sound of absolute silence, followed by the creaking of the old porch steps as dozens of people slowly walked away.
