Yes.. yes..

Übermas has come and soon it will leave us again.

The wounds still stinging.

I hope everyone got what they deserved.
I know a few of you out there are still dodging the bullet.

As a note to you, you cannot hide forever.

And this Friday, I'm going to give you plenty of reasons to fear.
Not just because I'm going to be on the air. You can always ignore that.

I'll be revealing what anomaly I brought through the Christmas time-vortex.

Sure, it's not as interesting as say, I don't know, a romp through the brush where halflings lay hid.

It will give you pause.


Now, I'm off to Taco Bell (again) and this time I'm bringing more than molotov cocktails.

When I say extra meat, I mean extra.
You sonsabitches.


-Agent Wraith

Übermas 2011

Things are getting cold around here.
And I'm no longer talking about the environment in a space station.

If you've been paying attention to my Facebook (let's face it, lol, face.. there's three of you. One more than last month! WHOO!), I've been working with a few good (EVIL) Villains on getting up north to the Fat Man's Fortress of Elfitude.

Zyklon B and Mad Blackguard are fighting over the controls, well, what passes for controls on a centuries old Ghost Ship.

That's right, I commandeered the freakin' Dutchman.
The Flying Dutchman.

I tried to tell you my voodoo is better than yours.
But you didn't want to listen.

The Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future are on board as well.
Seems like Claus has been building up some heat since his jack-assery with Rudolph.
Did you see how he reacted to the poor thing's nose?
You only get that hyped up when drugs are involved, I'm just saying.

Icon is along for the ride, but not sure what he's in for. Treasure? Perhaps. I don't like dragging dead weight (So, you're cancelling Mind Games? DOHOHOHOHO!) but he promised to throw in when the fighting goes down.

And we all know there is going to be fighting.

I'm just hoping for those little cute bastards with jingle bells and pointy shoes.
Not those tall fucks with magic rings and deadly arrows.
You know. Sons of Elrond elves.
Those guys are dangerous.

Zyklon keeps clamoring for a Model T and a Thompson.
Mad Blackguard wants to blow stuff up and stab things.
Both of which, I am completely okay with.

I'm in it for The List.
I just want The List.

Keep your candy canes.
Keep your presents.

The sleigh and reindeer would be nice.
But, I am a stickler for keeping my expectations low.. you know, to be surprised when something great happens.

Like acquiring the means to deliver 'presents' to billions in a 24 hour period.

And when I'm done?
I'm going back to The Damocles to sit in my favorite chair.

Oh yes.

That one.

-AW

Operation: Kill Kringle

Phase One - Complete.
Phase Two - Complete.
Phase Three - In Progress.

We're working hard, you cape wearing goobs.

You keep endangering children's lives with your idiotic displays.
(Has it been made aware to the citizens of New York that they should wear protective gear so as to NOT TAKE AN ARROW TO THE BRAIN?!?!)

Übermas.

We've made a list.
We've checked it twice.


...


-AW

The Far Shores

I thought there was more time.

I was wrong.

I thought I could hold together.

I was wrong.

I don't know how to explain what dying means.
When I've been saying I'm already dead.
When I said I'd outlast you.

But.. it's all true.

I am already dead.

I am a ghost.



Restless, with much business left to finish,
Agent Wraith

Reality, Ponies, and Cannibalism?

Greetings.
It's been a while since I've done something like this, but I feel it should be done.
By the time you get through this sentence, you will have no idea what you are in for.


Let the madness begin.

I'm going to fuck your shit up.
Breaking molds is the game now, ladies and gents. Breaching the 4th wall, revealing the fruits of the previous game (see: BETRAYAL) and flaying precious assholes a new one (re: TREACHERY).
Chaos for chaos' sake?
Pfft.
For too long have you sat in your darkened basements, drunk off the trolling and seduction, seeking to tear down and ridicule those who stand a chance against the coming horde of STUPIDITY.
I'm going to burn it ALL down.

I don't seek to tear the world asunder, just tear the HUMANS from it!
But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun before, while, and/or after we do it!

What things really boil down to.. when you get that EVIL REDUCTION SAUCE going..

It's all about ME.

I make an ugly, ugly pony.

Hairless, this is mah sad face.

Somewhere in the multiverse is a living breathing AGENT, capable of entertaining conversations and compliments, most likely helping the homeless or PASTA-forbid-it, BREEDING!
Ponies are sad, sad, misguided creatures. Adorned with false hope on their backsides and tufts of silky, lustrous hair.. I.. uh.. what?

Anywho.

In reality (even the one I deign to acknowledge), capes catch on a great number of things, arrows can puncture the skin (especially from rooftops), Cancer is deadly, alcohol is poison, and justice?
Justice is best served when you catch it, kill it, skin it, and cook it yourself.

It tastes better that way.


Mmmm.
Makes me hungry.

Off to find minions,
Agent Wraith


p.s. Agent Wraith does not, nor ever will, endorse the consumption of HUMAN flesh.
Minion or not.

p.p.s. General Zoi! Thank you for your hard work to make such Ponies Possible! More importantly (because ponies are the providence of HEROES), thank you for your work on Sims2 and Maxis coded product. Inspiration, convenience, and imagination! There is a digital world of Villain Sims under my control now! It's the perfect practice for when my mastery of Puppetry is complete.

Quintessence, the cornerstone of MAGIC!

Just mind the paradox.

Found here: http://ceronprime.tumblr.com/post/6764196731

Oh, may the ghosts of your feasting haunt your dreams.

-AW

Mississippi Gary

Giving Up The Ghost

Giving Up The Ghost
A True Ghost Story
Übermas 2011.


All will be revealed.

HEROES

If you want to inspire...

regular folks to do charity work
hand out sandwiches
prevent crimes
be more aware
blanket the homeless

in plain clothes..

Perhaps, you could do the same.

Just a thought.

-AW

p.s. How's that fiction coming along, TREESONG?

One little, two little, three little smoke signals

The Land of the DEAD

So many acronyms. So little time.

A wise man once said (and I'm paraphrasing):

"Pray that he [Agent Wraith] always serves EVIL."

A wise man also once said (and this may be paraphrasing as well):

"FUCK EM."

Those who know me, know that I've been dealing with serious REAL problems.
No meta-fiction here.
The REAL world poses the greatest threat to my EVIL.

The REAL world does not CARE for my particular BRAND of EVIL.

If I listened to any of the naysayers, the critiques, the negative responses; I would have hung this shit up a long time ago. Longer than any of you have been publicly displaying your evil in this 'format'.
Like most 'artists', if I fell to the sway of the populace (or just one nasty little bugger), it would be a 'sell out'. It would mean I'm doing this for YOU.

I'm not doing this for YOU.

As a Villain, I revel in my selfishness.

I'm doing this for ME.

My evil knows no bounds. I am truly a 'ghost in the machine' (take that how you wish).
I swear, if anyone had payed attention, I wouldn't be repeating myself.
I've said it time and time again.

NONE of YOU are SAFE.
DEATH comes for YOU.
ALL.

And I AM DEATH.

Bowing serves you not.
Fealty serves you not.
Allegiance, 'teams', acronyms are for naught.

Read over this carefully, droogs.

The cross-hairs have settled in on your precious little noggins.
I'm ready for more, only this time, it's no game.

Class 3?
Class A?

Whatever mold YOU try to put me in, I'll break.
Whatever category YOU deign to place me in, I'll defy.

Now, scatter FOOLS.

I'm Agent Wraith.
You're not.

-Agent Wraith

p.s. When the last breath is to exit and your eyes glass into a foggy pool, it will be my image that greets you on the OTHER SIDE.
Only then will you know the TRUTH.
Only then will the TRUTH be revealed.









The DEAD are MINE.

Übermas 2011

Go here so I do not have to repeat myself:
Übermas 2010

-AW

Creatures of the Sand

In this clip, we see a truth revealed.

As a Villain, I will not release his personal (coughlaughcough) information.
I will, however, reveal his weakness.

As a bonus, here is proof he works with the most diabolical Holiday ruffian!

Agent Wraith







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Why I Will Be Victorious

I set my expectations very low so I am pleasantly surprised.

I am quite clever.

I've never actually been to New Jersey.

Incorporeal.

I have beaten more for less and less for more.

Documented few versus undocumented many.

Necromancer Extraordinaire.

I have a dollar.

The EYE is on fire.

A great lidless eye.. wreathed in flame..

-Agent Wraith

Drop Squad Doesn't Play By The Rules

And they're already on their way.

Also SPOILER: White Skull shows up at the end.

Define: Villain

Have we not been through this?

Go back, you will see, if you're alcohol soaked brain can figure that out.

Let me redefine, explain, extort, and more.

Wait, nope.

I don't make plans.

Villains don't make plans.

I'm not RLSV.

You can keep that title.

There are those with it, whether self-appointed or forced upon them, who hold it with greater esteem than I could ever dream to live (or die) up to.

I am Agent Wraith.

You're not.

It is preposterous to think that any One of you could hope to understand the level on which my brain operates. I can't figure it out, either. I'm not being condescending. You may have a good (evil) idea, but you really have none. Not a single clue.

All my rants.

All my rambling.

Was for nothing.

You have nothing.

No one is worse off for it.

You know that.

If you don't, I'm sure you will tell yourself whatever you need to sleep at night.

I define nothing.

You can stop now.

There will be no more plans.

This is the end.

-Agent Wraith

p.s. World Events.. you will see. Just open your EYE.

Crisis On Infinite Identities

Greetings Villains!

(And special shout out to those who lurk*, I know you do. Ghost-in-the-machine, remember?)

I've been in recent contact with many folks, some new, some old, from all walks of life, from all over the planet. I think one might actually NOT be from this planet, but let's not get into that right now.

What some have been absolutely obsessed with is MY identity.

I play Mind Games* on a regular basis (see: FRIDAYS) with them, dodging their insistent question and sometimes loosing what seems like vital identifying information.

Some of it true, none of it pertaining to me.

Why does it matter so much to anyone? Does my identity matter?

I could very well be anyone, this is true, but in toto:

I'm Agent Wraith*.

You have to have some level of suspension of disbelief (really) to even begin to understand the crap within and without this 'community'. Okay, it would be perfectly awesome to live in an abandoned missile silo compound in the deserts of Mexico. With or without the dangerous drug cartels.

I think an extra layer of intrigue is added when you consider I'm actually in New Jersey*, in my mother's basement.

Enh, could be worse.

What does it matter; the man behind the mask? Do you think that by knowing who or what I am or once was, where I came from, how I grew up, you are going to gain some insight as to how I came to be or why I think the way I do?

You are obviously not paying attention.

I fit no mold.

No amount of psychology or degree in social sciences or home-grown Dr. Feel is going to counter that or find someway to reach me or give you any in-depth look as to how this brain functions.

maybe dissection. but, incorporeal, remember?

No, of course you don't.

You want a little taste? I'll give you one. No, two.

Back in the day, I ran with a very dangerous crew.

We had this saying:

"Run with the wolves* or run from them."

I've had plenty of time to grow, thinking and rethinking that phrase, even trapped and killed me a few of them 'wolves' and wolves.

I know their weaknesses.

I know their strengths.

I keep talking about Oblivion and the Abyss.

There's a reason. And it's not just the Harrowing.

The darkness, the shadows, they call me back. Soon, I will take my place among them again.

I'll be hidden again, not even a trace of my IP*.

I won't be a lying fuck*, because there will be nothing to lie about.

Are you paying attention now*?*

*Do you understand?

To answer your* question, yes. I will be going on tour similar to Night Owl. But instead of pissing my pants with every RLSH I meet.. I'll be delivering sandwiches.

Oh, you read that right.

Sandwiches.

And One does not need a hand to stand afterwards.

Prepare yourselves for the worst and hope beyond hope for the best.

Villains, Heroes; your common denominator is that you are HUMAN.

And for that you will not be forgiven.

DEFCON 1, remember?

Oh, sorry, that's right. No one is listening.

Hey, here's a Mystery. Ever look into a mirror and see something that's not there? Something that has no reflection? Not, Bob. That was the joke.

No, I mean, does not have a reflection.

Interdimensional entities.

They will be coming for you.

And so will I.

*To further add to the confusing/understanding; I am Grim RLSV. I love listening to the sound of my own voice and love talking to myself. Hours and hours we, I mean, I could ramble on. Mind Games. O rly?

Mexico is CRAZY!!!

Okay, it's no Jersey Shore, but seriously, WTF?
Sorry. I've been getting some crazy ass reports lately.

Like this one:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/09/21/mexico-bodies-gunmen_n_973298.html

Oh, you read that right.
They dumped them in rush hour traffic.
Semi nude, tortured bodies.
Sounds like the New Generation is really bringing the heat to the Zetas.
Good thing name changes are commonplace nowadays.

Oh, before I let this go.
Anyone care to take a guess at who 'G.N.' is?

I have a pretty good idea One knows.
Starting to rethink Mexico.
Moving up the list quickly.
What list?

The list of Soon-to-be Irradiated Wastelands.
British Columbia
New Jersey
Florida
Australia
Mexico
Japan

I take no blame for Japan.
That had nothing to do with me.


Oh, if you haven't heard, tonight is a special Mind Games.
I was planning a vacation.. (DON'T MAKE PLANS! VILLAINS DON'T MAKE PLANS!)
But, something has wrenched me from the edge.
I can still see the Abyss from here, though.
Oblivion looks so inviting.

Civility is overrated.

Plans

There is quite a lot of talk about plans lately.
From me, all you will ever hear is Villains don't make plans.
And the ones I make.

We are not guaranteed TOMORROW.

Fact, you do not have the knowledge of the exact time, the precise location, and/or what will bring your existence to an end.
False, but you better be an awesome Time Lord or you might end up a pelican.

Time runs out, eventually, your time will come.  You.. may not know its hour.
We are buried with the memory of millions and millions,
Fathers, Forefathers, Creators; back to the beginning.




For it may well prove that you will see me never again; and that I shall show you no such sign as Eärandil showed long ago.  But hold you ever in readiness, for the end of the world we now know is at hand. -Amandil; J.R.R. Tolkien

--Agent Wraith

Betrayal

You will see it coming.

-Agent Wraith

Networking

For contact purposes, you will find there are many options for networking with Agent Wraith.

You have to want to network, of course.

Google +
YouTube
Facebook
Ur Base
Twitter

Deadlines all around.

My deadline is Halloween.

necromancer extraordinaire.
Who do you think will win?

Time Crisis

Time runs out for us all.




9-11-11

I... am Spartacus.

Trendy

Ernest Goes to Camp - Trailer Spoof

Victoria Racimo | Myspace Music Videos


I dug this out of MySpace.
Those who do not learn from the past are doomed to repeat it.
Time travelers.

Villainous Intent

Oh yes, more inspiration.

I endure challenges every day here at Los Sauces.
Anywhere from mild challenge (Franklin, Level 7, the occasional postal worker) to extreme challenge (Franklin, Level 7, Henchman 22).
Lately, I've been challenged by Villains outside Los Sauces.
And to me, challenge is good.
And by good I mean, blah, blah, blah, ponies.

There has been much on the agenda here and adding to it, Villainous Intent.

What ever does that mean, you crazy ghost?!?

I can't reveal everything (and Villains don't make plans), but I will let you in on a few things.

Oh, Facebook. You nefarious underscum of humanity. You are unclean. And unsafe.
Take heed, Villains.
Facebook is rife with evil.
And not the fictional satellite evil, no, the stalk-you-peep-style evil.
You are but a tool.
A dirty, filth ridden, tool.
Only a means to communicate because so many use it.
You are the 'kissing disease' of the internets.
be careful, you might get 'poked'

Yes! Links will be provided to the challenges set forth in Villainy!
Expect an update to this post in the coming hours.

Professor Magnus Obsidian!
You're time-travelling antics are wreaking glorious havoc!
His challenge?
To find him through history.

Lord Malignance!
You're reign of Gentlemanly Terror is yet at it's peak!
His challenge?
To BE evil. To BE better. To sustain Villainy!

Most recently, I have been challenged (although subtly) to BE more villainous.
To commit villainous acts.
And, subtly, I have concurred.
Subtly, I will comply.
I disagree that it is a requirement to broadcast ALL of my evil deeds.
But, in agreement, you will KNOW my hand in this.

I've been combing through files, digging in the armory, and dredging the Damocles for any morsel of information (ie. POWER). It's taken this long to get the Weather Dominator recharged.
Be prepared.
The forecast calls for intense chaos.

Lastly, I will reveal a TRUTH.
I have warned about conventions (slightly less smelly than Facebook).
I do so again.
The likely candidates?
Well, that would be too much.
here's the truth:

I'm out there.
I'm among you.
I could be anyone, anywhere, at anytime.
Trust no one in a mask.
trust no one.

Calculate what you can't see.

Or don't.




Agent Wraith
p.s. I see you.

Balaclava (disambiguation)

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term Balaclava; here's a wiki-link for its disambiguation.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balaclava

For those of you sticking this out, I'll sum up my favorites.

Balaclava, an article of clothing, typically a mask of sorts, which can be worn in many ways.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balaclava_(clothing)

Balaklava, Crimea, Ukraine, whose 'ownership' has changed hands numerous times throughout history and perhaps where the Black Death came to Europe from.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balaklava

Also, the Battle of Balaklava...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Balaclava

And my personal favorite,
Balaklava, California.. a former settlement, now a ghost town.

While you enjoy this disinformation you can listen to this wonderful find:

"In peace, sons bury their fathers / in war, fathers bury their sons." -Herodotus.


This wonderful romp through internetery is brought to you by Los Sauces Entertainment.
"Entertaining is entertaining, for us."

Secrets

Scrub my existence from the internet, you say?
That's interesting.
Consider that I am more a 'Ghost in the Machine' than most.
Do you think I don't think of contingencies?
Sad, really, that we live in a world full of ignorant humans, isn't it?
Both sides of every fence.
Both sides.

Your secrets were yours to keep.
Now they are mine.
What I do with them will paint me.
Unlike most, I actually care about my image, the impression.
How am I to accomplish my goals if I alienate everyone?
No minion, henchmen, or Villain would follow that.
No one.

But, we are not alone, are we?
We struggle to survive when there is not much time left.
Okay, time-travelers, I get you.
We are all time-travelers in a sense, moving forward.
It's a tough pill to swallow, knowing your mortality will keep you from finishing.
But, choke it down.
You can deny it to your last breath.
It matters not.
Your time will run out soon enough.

Scattered, yes.  The decoding will thwart simpler minds.
Any ounce of intelligence will see through this easy.
Don't take that the wrong way.  If you can't figure it out, that does not make you stupid.
Maybe I'm too cryptic.
Maybe I'm not cryptic enough.
You will read into this whatever you will.
I can only type, I cannot convey the emotion.
And I am a VERY passionate ghost.

Now bring your brain 360 and settle.

Nothing is safe or sacred anymore to you pitiful humans.
Nothing.
That will make my job easier, you know that, don't you?
I will scrub YOUR existence from the face of the EARTH.

'Super'.. 'heroes'?
Meh.

Ahem.
Been here some time, fellas.
In the last year, since my 'unveiling', the secrets have become plenty.

You already know this one, but I'm going to continue with it anyways.
There are 'heroes' among Villainy.
Here's another one.
There are 'villains' among 'heroes'.
Here's another one.
Some have always had this split.
I'll speak more on Janus next time.


Until then, you keep telling yourself I'm not a ghost, I'm not in your machine, or UR BASE, and I have no secrets.

Force my hand, for any reason again,

and you will regret it.












Agent Wraith

Cats and Time Travel

If you haven't had your fix of cats and time travel this week,

                              you are in luck!

Found here:

http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com

Have fun, kiddies!
Er, I mean kitties.

I Like To Be Prepared

Übermas 2011.

There is so much... to do.

Santa swarm

Parkour?

Villains Prepare...

SPOILER: Fractal Bovines

Lord of Legendarium - Tolkien

Hobbit rap.

May the hosts of Morgoth be forever stayed

In darkness here shadows lie

doom once spelled in secret

Forges kept from prying Eye

scrolls of faded regret

Architect of evil snares

Craftsman of Isildur's Bane

Baradur is as Narsil

What was broken made whole again

Shadows pass from out of past

Sauron the Maia, forgotten

Black Gate sundered fast

All the lands are rotten

Premier Grunt

Greetings.

I am Agent Wraith.

While combing through the available subset files I found in with the Weather Dominator source code.. I found this:

You want to talk about 'collecting'?

Time travelers.

Everything done or thought of, every glimmer, seized.

Torn down and filed, possibly infringement of intellectual rights.. but whatever.

Go check out Grunt and his antics on youtube!

A bit vulgar, but what do you expect from a tyrannical dictator from Transfatylvania?

You've seen me post his videos before.

Here's one of my favorites:

EVIL!

-Agent Wraith

agentwraith

out

Juggaloos in the Holdfast??

Oh, internet.. Facebook!
This one popped up in a recent feed from TheRealDeal Caped Crusader UJLA.. what the hell?
Is that a name?
What the hell are we supposed to call you, Batman?
You figure it out, then get back to me.

Or don't.

Anywho, here's a video that explains (somewhat) the rather hilarious title that brought you here.
Cuz let's face it, One saw it, pushed eyes back in sockets, then hunkered down for a romp in the Shadowlands.
We know you did.
It's okay.

I can dig it.


Stupid coding:
http://www.kdvr.com/news/kdvr-jewelry-heist-is-a-bust-for-clown-robbers-20110824,0,2807700.story

The best part is what their 'take' was.
Paranoia is the real villain here.
Prices fluctuate, managers assume the worst, and a little 'bait' is presented.

Live it up with your 'jewels'.

The police and Malignobots* are coming soon.


-Agent Wraith

*Juggaloos in the Holdfast?! BAH! Malignobots!
Set phasers to.. hilarity.

Damocles? What Damocles?

One for each, now complete, we move

Spoiler: In The Morning I Am Agent Wraith

Pitiful music, looking at the tragedies of dying over and over and over again.
Or, on a lighter note(???), indestructability.. er, invulnerability.

Stupid WMG.
-AW

Smoke Signals? Meh

Do you know how simple it is to ignore me?

Barely a push of a button and POOF!
No more Agent Wraith.

No more updates, no more annoyance.
No more direct feeds.

Agent Wraith gets to play in a sandbox of his own making.

And that's only if you really WANT to ignore me.
If you don't mind the occasional verbal sting, admittedly childish ones, then you can do nothing.
I, honestly, prefer the fingers-in-ears-I-can't-hear-you-La-La-La approach, but that's me.

And why does it seem like everyone wants to HAARP on the ghost-schtick?
I can see where it comes from.  The I-can't-take-you-seriously-because-you-wear-a-mask routine.
I get it.

Recently, there's been this 'buzz' about a particular faceless fella.  I say 'buzz', but what I really mean is nonsonce.
It's really none of my business.
I didn't ask to be part of it, but I am part of it.

I guess my view is of a larger picture, when I should have focused more closely on my own selfish needs.
Wait, did that.
I guess my view is focused on my own selfish needs, with a broad vision of what those needs could accomplish.

Or destroy.

In a sense, I'm trying to give myself some balance.
A self imposed check on my activities.
Like The Harrowing.
An in depth scrutiny of everything I claim to be.
Helps weed out the missing scales on the underbelly.
Or so I've heard.

I've also heard some more nonsonce...
Like how I can't communicate with the dead.
Now, that's nonsonce.
I can, literally and most recently literarily, communicate with the dead.

i also said i can see the future.
bah! this is ridiculous.
how could i have seen this coming?

Because my eyes are open?

Shamelessly 'torn' from Embrace the Malignance. Final Smoke Signal.

"Then I realized that no one and nothing is worth me caring about in any of these communities and came back with that in mind."

Realizing anything I say beyond this point would be akin to schadenfreude, but in typical 'bumbling', I will persist.

'Communities'.
Working together, apart, or against, the entire world is a 'community'.
So, humans, in a need to quantify EVERYTHING, split everything up into smaller communities.  Mostly for their selfish I-want-my-own-space-to-control and who-needs-THEIR-circle-we'll-make-our-own.  But every entity bound to this rock is part of it.  Admitted or not, denied or not.

And just because I say 'Destroy All Humans' doesn't mean I think every human needs it.
Or deserves it.
I believe I listed my demands several times over.
Some humans have changed, some, I'd like to think, by my actions.
But, for the most part, humans remain a plague on this planet.
Those can be swept off.
Maybe just those.

I don't want World Domination.
I want Global Peace.

Tarrying too long in war and strife only pushes you into the I-wreck-shit-cause-I-can territory.

That's troll territory.
Some of you may like trollin' deep.



Me?
I'm indulgent in selfish behavior.
I'll do whatever I want.
I'm a Villain.


Agent Wraith
p.s. I have caricatures (little funny drawings) of each of you. Not just villains and heroes.
Humans.  Think of it like abstract art.
It's not going to make sense to anyone but the artist.
And he's crazy.

p.p.s. Mind Games. lol

Inciting Mayhem or Angsty Rock?

Scotland Is Not Worthy Of The Dark Side

40 More!

Although everyday is Villainy Day, today is extra special.

Extra evil.

Rise up, Henchmen!

Rise up, Minions!

Rise up, Villains!

Today is the day of GREAT evil.

For Villains, we understand the work.

We understand the tasks which we set forth to do are difficult.

But, we strive.

We thrive.

We struggle to present our 'brand'.

We force the change we seek.

Each to his own, forever UNITED in evil.

We are beset by many foes, real and imagined, yet, undaunted, we push forward.

We are looked at as low, described as 'evil' and cast as unnecessary in this Age.

But I say, we are NEEDED.

Our voices will be heard.

Save The Villain.

Stand proud in your Villainy.

Stand strong.

Be the rock upon which Heroes break.

Be the anvil upon which your evil hammers them and forges them to your will.

BE the Villain.

Agent Wraith

p.s. I wish you a prosperous evil day, Villains. Most especially, Computer King.

Hypnotize them.

Mesmerize them.

Enslave them.

Another 40 years of Computer King!

Another 40 years of Into The Dark!

Another 40 years of Villainy!

p.p.s. Now can I have that Sonic Wave Emitter? I've been itching (necrosis) to test it out on a few Henchmen.

SPOILER: Unlimited Minutes!

SPOILER: Spinning Newpapers Are Cliche

Related Posts Manual Plug; The end is near...1.
Related Posts Lazy Asses; Click on video to play!

SPOILER: Spelled with 2 G's

Sharks Will Kill You For Fun

Happy Trails

For more posthumous communique, tune in tonight!




Did you seriously think I was joking about being a necromancer?



Are you NEW here?

Yes

Thanks Grim.

This made my morning.

When you finish, look at it.

The Bard Hears A WTF?

Plans

Don't make em.

Entry 12

§lenderman Mythos

If you believe a RolePlayer in his mother's basement is scary (what the HELL is wrong with you?), then you are going to believe quite a few things before you're eaten by that bloodthirsty rabbit (remember when you followed it down that dark hole?) and probably a few things after that.

Slenderman (and most of his dopplegangers) is derived not from some legend out of legend (not mentioning the hallucinations that could come from some Legends).  It's not Norse, at least not from what research I've gathered.  Although there is talk about a firewyrm going around, but that's neither here nor there.

From most of what I have gathered, it all began with some contest over at somethingawful.

Very creepypasta.

With all things (it must be said), there comes a price.

Sadly, as a species, you are doomed to failure.

From the 'legend' came a throng of... well, impersonators.

Whoever was first, it matters little now, as history will proclaim the winner (therefore who writes it).

MarbleHornets, EverymanHYBRID, TribeTwelve... the future documentors of late-night YouTubery.

What is my obsession with late night?

From there, all sorts of mischief pops up.

DarkHarvest, BoneCreek, DarkJournal.

Slenderman grows in leaps and bounds.

When you craft something, when you give it life, you must be careful.  When these things are loosed upon the world, whether known or unknown to you, it can take on new life.  It may have the capacity for individual thought.  Sure, you may not be terrified by an eldritch creature from out of shadows, but there are plenty of idiots growing out there who may, and plenty of idiots now who are.

You gave it life, idiots.

Still, much like Eaters of the Dead, to name it is to give it power. To fear it, gives it power.

The human mind (incapable most days of even the most minute rational thought) is exceedingly powerful.  Especially over itself.

Should you believe (blindly) that a fire will not burn you, there is a chance that you may feel no pain.

Oh, your hand's flesh will still sizzle (maybe), you may even feel slight heat (possibly), or you may cringe as you damage your hand for the rest of your (natural) life.

But there is a slim chance (SLIM) that your hand may escape unscathed.

Slenderman is real to many.

He stalks them, he plays proxies of one another, and he may even steal away your children.

For what nefarious purpose?  I'm not completely sure.

There's a 'free candy' joke in there somewhere.

He (or it) has been built up so much that his presence has instilled fear in the strongest of mortal minds.

But, only because they have allowed it to be.

The others (the more disturbing of the lot) are different.

They don't use the mystery or uncertainty for profit-sharing or view hits.

It's a form of control.

There is a chance that there may be a 'copycat' out there, using the joint literary effort of others to perpetuate their stalking behaviors.  Could it be that there are 'proxies' out there, kidnapping, torturing, or perhaps even (gasp! sob!) killing people?

The fact is humans, whether you want to believe it or not, that there are scary things out there that DO go 'bump in the night'.  They may or may not take the visage of legend.

Not that I want to frighten any of you, that would be a mistake.  The human brain doesn't learn very well in a frightened frantic state.

Fear is a powerful motivator!

Just not much for learning.

Except maybe not to think fire won't hurt if you stick your hand in it.

To those of you who are pursued by these creatures, chin up.

They may have all the power since you long ago gave in to fear.

But do not go doggedly into the night, scraping your last meal from garbage bins, succumbing to the inevitable clash when Slendy takes you to the Phantom Zone.

Chin up, Defender.

The world is watching.

-Agent Wraith

Villainous Intent

At 8:20, there is talk of hair.
The circumstance leads to Patton Oswalt's declaration:

Objectivism

I've never been accused of being deep.
I've come close.
Intellectual pursuits are beyond my comprehension.

But here's a nifty way to view things:
Ayn Rand, 1962.

My philosophy, Objectivism, holds that:

1. Reality exists as an objective absolute—facts are facts, independent of man’s feelings, wishes, hopes or fears.
2. Reason (the faculty which identifies and integrates the material provided by man’s senses) is man’s only means of perceiving reality, his only source of knowledge, his only guide to action, and his basic means of survival.
3. Man—every man—is an end in himself, not the means to the ends of others. He must exist for his own sake, neither sacrificing himself to others nor sacrificing others to himself. The pursuit of his own rational self-interest and of his ownhappiness is the highest moral purpose of his life.
4. The ideal political-economic system is laissez-faire capitalism. It is a system where men deal with one another, not as victims and executioners, nor as masters and slaves, but as traders, by free, voluntary exchange to mutual benefit. It is a system where no man may obtain any values from others by resorting to physical force, and no man may initiate the use of physical force against others. The governmentacts only as a policeman that protects man’s rights; it uses physical force only in retaliation and only against those who initiate its use, such as criminals or foreign invaders. In a system of full capitalism, there should be (but, historically, has not yet been) a complete separation of state and economics, in the same way and for the same reasons as the separation of state and church.

You can find more of this wonderful verbage here:

aynrand.org

For everything else,

there's necromancy.

NECROMANCY!

Entry 11

Entry 10

Something must be said.
Shenanigans in Seattle?
Hooligans against Jones?
"Real Villains"?
Real villains?

-Agent Wraith

Entry 9

Entry 8

Entry 7

Entry 6

Entry 5

Making it up

The Witch of Endor

The Harrowing

Agent Wraith

Entry 4

aka SPOILER: Gordon Bombay is Emilio Estevez
aka Time You Don't Get Back

Entry 3

goodbye

March 8 2011


to restore balance

Scooped! (almost)

Ok. So, this apparently is Disney -Land-.

See you soon,

Disney -World-.

Real soon.

Relevant

YouTube User Name, Band Name, Song Title, and Lyrics.

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SPOILER: Justice with Fries

Metacognology: Freeing The Mind

Greetings!
I am Agent Wraith.

For this post, I seek to enlighten.
Sure, you've already got your tin foil hats firmly planted and shaped to keep out all that Scientology implores you to believe, so you might just be immune.
However, if you'd like a delightful (some would say inspiring) read, try this:

The Revolution Marches On

Before you go getting a hair across your ample backside, know this:
Agent Wraith does what he wants.
Always has.  Always will.
Call me what you will, the internet is great for anonymous relatively retribution-free snarkiness.
And let's not forget Freedom Of Speech.

I see this as an experiment.
Life.
One big experiment.
Variables, controls, catalysts, accidents.
Something is lacking though.  A fundamental change of the mind.
It's change.  And people fear change.
Humans are generally xenophobic (and stupid), so there's that.

But, if we are to progress (and there is a mouse in my pocket*), there has to be a cohesive thought to pull us toward a BEtter future.
Not a worse one.

And it has to be responsible.
There are destructive personalities out there who would throw the biggest monkey-wrench into the mix just because they can.
I'd say I'd be the top dog, but seriously, I live in my mother's basement.
And... in this world of bigger fish, there's got to be someone else out there.
And.. in this world of constant one-upsmanship, seriously?

And I am just a tiny internetizen with a penchant for poor theatrics.

There you have it.
Agent Wraith condones the responsible use of illegal 'drugs' to empower the mind for changes for the betterment of the planet.
Damn.
Hero-speak.

Bleh.

Whatever happened to wiping humans off the face of the planet en masse because they are the MAIN problem?

What happened to unbiased extinction of the human race?

Heh.  For a Zionist-Jew that hates everything (including the Aryan race descended from Heaven), I think I'm doing well.

Up next (this time for real), we look at Agent Wraith.
Harshly.

Target acquired.
Fire when ready.

Agent Wraith
p.s. Any potential back stabbers will note that Agent Wraith is incorporeal.
Your knife (unless Relic or Artifact) will have no effect.  Perhaps a ceremonial blade?

Promises, promises

So after a little chat with a most FEARSOME helmeted tyrant, I have decided to give a little breakdown of certain things here at Los Sauces.
Yeah, Mr. Frodo is full of personality.

Anywho.

So, I figure, instead of everyone getting on the ride with no idea what to expect, I'll give a preliminary explanation (re: warning) as what's going to happen with The Harrowing.

Yes, it is a Role Playing term.

Yes, it essentially means the same thing.

Do you remember the 'roasts'?  Dean Martin?  Seriously, youngsters, it's called history.  It may not be a big part of it (re: Napoleon) and you young-folk may not care with your Tweeting and Poking..
Roasted.  Grilled.  Made fun of.

That's only the tip of the iceberg.
Not to toot my own horn (seriously, a villain with an EGO?!? unheard of), but we're going to take down the Titanic.  If you don't view my villainy as epic in scope as the Titanic sinking, that's ok.
I view it as such.
As every villain (or anyone) should view their work/persona.

Otherwise, what's the point.  A lame attempt at villainy with serious masochist overtones?
That.. has been done.

The Harrowing will be a play (of sorts) of my own psychosis/being.  A drama constructed by my mind to mentally and physically tear myself down.  I will survive or perish. Dark spectres of my past, forgotten loved ones, caricatures of present entities, and more, all designed to pull me down into Oblivion.

The most questioned question that should be asked?

Why?

Well, why not?

I've had 'evaluation'.  But, yours isn't the same as mine.  You must be busy with your own evil and can't be torn from it.  It's fine.  I'll 'screen' this wacky necromancer ghost from Jersey and see what 'floats'.  And this time, no punches pulled.  Maybe I'll be more forceful.  I'll be my own worst critic.



You have had your chances to get to know me.
I don't pretend to be the boogeyman, so it can't be that you're afraid.
Not of little ole' me.
There has been little response from your camp.
And I started to wonder why.

If you're not going to ask the tough questions..

I'll do it for you.

Agent Wraith
p.s.  Your silence can mean only one thing to me.
I'm right.

p.p.s.  I'm approachable.. aren't I?
agentwraith@gmail.com

(Another) Identity Crisis

aka Just How Many God Damned Identities Do You Have?


Greetings!  I am Agent Wraith, you're not.
I say this both to identify myself and you, dear reader.
There are folks out there (both in and out of the internets, little droogs) who disguise who they are.
They use masks, metaphorically and literally, to conceal their true nature; their identities.

I've heard the gossip, ladies and gentlemen.  I may seem like a small being (though, somehow FAT), but I have certain strengths and resources that get me into all sorts of mischief.  One of them, I will reveal:
AT&T.  This only goes so far, mind you.  There has to be communication to eavesdrop on.
You are paying attention, aren't you?  Don't take anything I say personal.

Hypothesis:
I have kept your 'faith' in me, dear reader, because-
1. I'm not a threat.
2. I keep secrets (yours and mine).
3. I don't want the alienation that would result from my 'betrayals'.

I have a 'secret' identity.
What's this 'secret'?
It's not so secret.
A handful of villains know who I am.  IRL.
One, in particular, knows me VERY well.
I am glad for this.  This villain is FEARED, even by me.

There is ONE hero (that I know of) who has seen my face.
One.
This is okay too.  She has proven to me to be upstanding and ruthless.
Both good (evil) qualities for villains.
And we trust each other (to an extent).

Now, I know you're reading this and might be thinking, "AW, are you playing another Mind Game?  How are we to believe anything you say?"
Well, you can't.  Even if I wasn't painstakingly cryptic, you still couldn't trust me.
This is the internet.
I could be a 600 lb MotoCross enthusiast with a penchant for grease paint or a pasty patsy whose hair will never grow in because I keep pulling it out.  What you have seen, you might not have seen.  You get me?

Aside from that, there are people out there who have created for themselves all manner of identities for all manner of reasons.  There is always going to be people who not only play 'both sides of the fence', but live on 'both sides of the fence'.  It's part of life now.  This is the game.

So, before I get any more long-winded, I want to break down some of the more amusing rumors I've heard lately.  Gossip, it's always entertaining.  If not nihilistic.

1.  I am (insert hero name here).
This is utterly laughable.  Now, were I a hero, this is how I would respond to throw off any suspicion.  I am Agent Wraith. No one else.
2.  I am Henchman 22.
This is a half-truth.  I will admit I have loomed over shoulders, directed hands, even full-on possessed 22 while she was on Facebook.  22 says hello.  We are two entities, mind you.
3. I am (insert villain name here).
Oh, do I wish.  Now, were I another villain, this is how I would respond to throw off any suspicion.  I am Agent Wraith.  Baron Terror is the only other villain who visits Los Sauces in person.  I've had other villains visit ethereally, electronically, and audially.
Had very nice chats.
4. I live in New Jersey.
Those who need to know, know the truth.  That is all.
5. I live in Deer Park, MI.
I don't know HOW that happened. lol I -did- live there once.  If you can call it living.  There were no deer; it was no walk in the park.
6.  I'm Charlie Sheen.
Give me a break.
7. I live with my mother.
Actually, this one is 100% true.

Have your identities.

Play Mind Games.

Tonight! Around 11-ish, we'll begin.
Hmm?  Talkshoe.  There was once this nifty gadget/widget/embedded player/link thing on the right-hand side of this electric document. You can find the direct link to the show.
It's already happened, I see.

No.  Literally.
I see.

Win fabulous prizes*!



Agent Wraith
p.s. I told you about The Dreaded Eye Poke.  Seriously.  I know why no one is paying attention.
And why I won't be privy to any more secrets.









*Prizes include:  xenophobia, Destruction, truth, shame, victory, and respect

Circles

If you choose to include me, fine. I understand that.
But my lack of information is not only for my lack of interest, but for your communication of said information.
No, I don't want a chair in the Bored Room Of Evil.

That would imply I was some sort of.. equal.

A great villain once said (although I'm probably paraphrase):

"It would never work."

Odd (re: irony) how some continue to try.

My circles are relatively quiet right now.
It honestly (feeling? bah) feeds my paranoia.
What AREN'T they saying?
Silence is golden.

Duct tape is silver.


Oblivion is forever.

Entry 2

http://snltranscripts.jt.org/01/01lupdate.phtml

BRING BACK DOCTOR STEEL! (Video Auto Load*)

It just isn't the same without the smarmy jawing.

Dr Steel is a credit to Croatian metal.

It is a pity.

Dr Steel ≤ Doctor Steel

Dr. Steel - Music Video "Childhood Don't A-Go-Go"

Or :(
Leave your comment below.


*One does not apologize for this; the supposed 'villain' is expected such theatrics**.
**sonofabitch

MC Mr Napkins

BE aggressive.

BE.

Let's Begin

You have something to say?

Anything at all?



...


...

No?


Ask Agent Wraith
agentwraith@gmail.com

p.s.  how about now?

SPOILER: No Reboot For You

Justitron v.s. Dr. Oid

or

A touching film about a robot superhero and his struggle against his nemesis.

It also shows how a superhero's presence is enough to endanger human lives and how those who support them are just as responsible it's circumstance. Note the 'null' button that renders our villainous lead docile.

But not quite.

Villainy, as a Meta-term, can mean many things.

As a lifestyle, it can be some of the most beautiful lighting, even if it is dripping with blood.

It is inherent in villainy to 'rise above'.

BE the BEst they can BE.

What is this talk of BE's?

Anyone remember this?

Agent Wraith

p.s.  Putting the 'Agent' back into 'Agent Wraith'.

"Agent of What?"

exactly.

MOAR OF THIS!!!

Freddie Wong Plays Has Blue Balls

SPOILER: The Most Feared Move In Any Arsenal - The Dreaded Eye Poke

SPOILER: Batmando and his Camera Garlic Gun?

AT&T

AT&T.
Remember when they 'reached out and touch(ed) someone'?
It's my turn.
I mean, I've been trying to do that all along.
Really.

But, I mustn't compose a list.
No.
That would lead to too many.. problems.

We are unaffiliated for a reason.
Correct?

I do unsavory things.
I've admitted to being a criminal (with no actual convictions, hence NOT A CONVICT).
I've threatened.
I've death threatened.

(And here's the twist, starting now)

If you are human... haven't you done these things?  Have you done any of them?
Have you been accused (justly or otherwise) of a crime?
Been arrested?

Quick, before I forget:  yes. next week (Friday night) is going on as scheduled.
Shine the bronze/gold, defog the gas mask, and stay comfortable in that lawn chair (How do you keep from getting pinched.. you know.. DOWN THERE??), the games are REALLY about to begin.

Although, villains don't make plans.
I'm sure you'd wink, but, i get it. NO EYELIDS.

I don't know how your feet are still functioning, but that shouldn't prevent you from sending me something, be it video or audial.  Yes it is so a word.  Communication has been lax between us and it's cool, but I can't pick your brain and vice versa if we never get a chance to actually talk.
Unless you really don't give a shit.
I'm cool with that too.

Okay! So you did everything first! Got it. Chronologically speaking, it's inevitable.  I have gotten maybe 10 cents out of you.  I'm not TRYING to get your attention.  Your words are powerful though.  And sometimes?  One kitteh is worth a thousand.

I genuinely have no idea what to say to you (but still go on at length).  You snipe (which I think is great), you chastise (which is even more awesome), and you are definitely more intelligent than I could ever hope to be (an easy feat, true; still AMAZING).  Why do we never chat?  I try to be as least annoying as possible with a villain (mostly because they could stab me at any point when the mood strikes), but that can't be it.  I'm ALWAYS annoying.
Transition?  Perhaps I'm just not impressing you?  I've had it suggested that i shouldn't set out to do that.  It is true that sometimes I jab just to get a reaction, but for you, I just like your style.
Is that wrong?  No.  Your villainy impresses me.  That might not amount to much for you, but it means plenty to me.

Good gravy.  Yours is a villainy unlike any other (speaks for so many villains, doesn't it?).  You are a giant among us, capable of crushing each with but one step.  How many times have we just bullshit for an hour?  You pick me up, keep me grounded, and even reach out to help.  HELP!  I would think you would smite me so much as look at me, but you don't.  Oh sure, there is SMITING going on, but not towards Los Sauces.  You are a demon.  You are a villain.  You scare me, inspire me, and keep my morale high.
I await your return to blogging.

You fiend.  You trickster.  You ruffian.
You have been there almost from the beginning, not downing me, but not agreeing with me.  Sometimes you do.  Sometimes you don't.  All well and good.  I support villainy, you support villainy.  We have the same tastes in many things.  We even have a bit of the same experience.  Hell, I think I might BE you.
Although, really, I think I actually know you.  I believe we have met, before we contributed to ONLINE EVIL, and perhaps didn't get along.  Who knows.  I do believe that once the APOCALYPSE is in full swing i have a willing participant in SURVIVAL.  Keep the heroes running in circles.

You, sir, are a certified LUNATIC.  You are EVIL, you are VILE, you are a MEGA-META-MANIAC.  Yours is a villainy to be FEARED.  You are brilliant, both verbally and physically; an intellectual GIANT.  I still think your legs must be mostly machine by now, VADAR.  We have talked (at GREAT length) about a great many things.  I sincerely VALUE that.  Don't let my activities bring you under fire, don't let my words deter you from association.  I can keep ANY secret and WILL.  I may allude to many things, but I will never betray confidence.  I will not GRIFT, unless you deem it so.  It's always better with a willing participant anyways.  Besides, I'd get crushed.

You... YOU... No, YOU... Any mention of my name from you gives me serious school-girl giggles and fan-boy excitement.  Your villainy is incomparable.  Your legend is great, your talent unsurpassed.  Yours is a villainy that will never be forgotten.  It sucks so bad that you suffer.  We all do in some manner, but DAMN if it doesn't suck.  I'm not going to feel sorry for you, you wouldn't want that.  I will support you if it means giving up my couch, if it means giving up my SHOW, if it means giving up MY IDENTITY.  Your villainy means THAT MUCH TO ME.  When i found you, you were beyond needing my allegiance.  You have plenty of henchmen (henchmen, minions, even SUPERVILLAINS are your enslaved masses) and although you could USE more, you don't NEED them.  I would slaughter thousands for one ounce of cure.  I know that my disdain for humans means that particular statement holds little weight.  I feel for you man.  You say the word and it's on.

What makes you think I haven't been working with you all along?  I use satellites.  Sure, I may not know the first thing about building a laser, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to push a button.  I may not know WHICH button.  Your reputation preceded you.  Our first 'meeting' was with little success.  Such is the life of a villain.  I'm sure you've had your share of busted knuckles and chapped lip (photographic evidence proves it) and I applaud (no, ADMIRE) your service.  You are casual, yet firm.  You are cynical and verbose.  You have plenty of talent, all of which I am sorely JEALOUS of.  The next we meet, have your notes and prepare to STOMP ROYALLY.  Maybe not me, maybe ME.  Bring your 'A' game and have at it.  You are feared, rightly so, and I want MOAR.  A glutton for punishment, possibly.  But you keep bringing the pain, I'll keep the floor open for you to dish it.

Oh, I hope you are NOT a 'flash in the pan'.  It's so easy to HATE you.
That's a good thing.
And by good, I mean evil (note: I didn't steal this, I just perpetuate it. It's one of THE BEST sayings I've EVER HEARD. That might suggest to some that I haven't heard much and that.. ah.. shove it. It's THE BEST!).  You do realize though, that the brightest flame burns quickest?  That a shooting star, no matter how bright still burns out?  Surely you must.  Perhaps this is your game.
It matters not.
You are an interesting specimen.  You appear physically sound, perhaps not completely mentally so.  This is not matter.  Some of the best of villainy are a little... bent.
I don't know much about you, this is true.  Perhaps one night you will introduce yourself?
We shall see.
I will tell you this though:  Rebuke whom you wish.  No villain adheres to any 'doctrine'.  And, for the most part, you have yet to see what 'roleplaying' is.

Long have you waited to be taken serious, haven't you?  I would say we have similar tastes, but we know that's only skin deep.  No, you don't take ME serious.  Unfortunately, I take you more serious than you actually are.  I'm sure you are quite capable of everything you threaten/promise, but I believe you fail to realize:  I am as well.
In fact, I may be a bit more of a comedian, but I am not funny.  I'm actually a bit depressing.  Now, I'm not going to get into a pissing match with you (that's the DOMAIN OF HEROES), but I will go toe-to-toe with whatever you're trying to do.  Just for shits and giggles.  I guess we might have more in common than once thought.  After all, we are just a couple of bad jokes away from being hypocrites.  It's okay.  I still support your villainy.  I'm sure we'll get around to that cook-out one day.

I don't know much about you, but what i do know, scares me.
As it SHOULD.
We are similar in so many ways, yet there are some things you excel at that i cannot.
i applaud you for that.
You have your niche.  You are no minion.
You are a villain.
You have shown your support and for that I am quite thankful.
I don't want you to ALIENATE yourself, I want you to BE all you WANT.
Stand alone or with your allies.  With them, THEY are stronger.  Without them, YOU ARE.
You are intelligent, fact.  You are well-spoken, fact.  Give them that which THEY believe in:
HELL.

I did save the best for last, but I have to mention one just before that.
You have to speak up, you HAVE to.  No one is going to hear you if you don't.
If they can't hear you, they can't FEAR you.
You have an opinion, you have motivations, you have inspiration.. USE THEM.
You have the opportunity to excel, so DO IT.
Open the flood-gates and drown them in your spite.
Seal their so-called fate with your hatred.
Release the evil.
It's only going to be a matter of time before we are all LOST IN THE SEA OF VILLAINY, so get to work.
You have two choices, BEcome the villain you choose to BE, or fade.
Don't shine bright, but shine fiercely.  Whatever you shed light on, make it purposeful.

Before I continue, I want to cover most of my bases with a rough address.  To the OTHER villains out there.
I hope i didn't miss anyone.  lol
Your precious FaceBook will falter soon.  It has been under the microscope since its inception.  Cross hairs are drawn..
very soon..
I digress.
DON'T SAY BOMB ON FACEBOOK.
lulz
If you are an unseen villain who has found yourself in an existential quandry full of self-loathing and doubt, just take solace that somewhere out there in this crazy, mixed up, fucked up world, there's a little place called..
LOS SAUCES.
And we're looking for a few good henchmen.
Or minions.
Hell, I'm ready to bring in the BIG GUNS and get me a few villains in the mix.
Baron Terror leaves a lot to be desired.
Seriously, no one has seen that MOVIE?!?

Don't think because you're last on this list-not-list that you are least important.  Oh no.
I have said:
"Without --- there would be no Agent Wraith."
"I couldn't do this without ---."
All true.
When you are down, I am down.
When you are up, I am up.
It takes alot to keep up with me, it takes alot to keep up with you.
You are not just an asset, you are a necessity.
My ONE TRUE WEAKNESS.
My ONE TRUE STRENGTH.
Yours is a villainy unseen.
I will never forget.
Let's do this.

Agent Wraith

p.s.
UP NEXT:  THE HARROWING!  Feel like Agent Wraith's not making any sense?  Good news!  You're absolutely right!  Bad news!  It's just going to get all kinds of WORSE!  It's time to ante up, ladies and gentlemen!  Tough questions?  We've got em!  Easy questions?  What the FUCK are those?  You heard it here.. THERE WILL BE NO QUARTER!  Agent Wraith is broke.