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

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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