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