Do you remember what it was like to read?
Do you?
I've heard it come up, now and then, about certain apes not particularly enjoying reading. Well, that's just a kick in the teeth, isn't it? You know, the ironic part is that I 'heard' this over on the FacebÜks. You know, a place where 99.9% of anything that goes on over there is.. written.
Mmm, typed.
You get where I'm going?
No, you probably don't.
You saw the link (granted you aren't ear-deep in your colon) and didn't bother. Read? Read?!? Pfft, I'd rather put my penis in a garbage disposal! <---This is conjecture. I don't have a penis.
Try to keep up.
Hey look, I can't help that this comes across chaotic. Perhaps if you spent less time making sandwiches and giving away blankets and more time educating yourself on the temporal displacement of spacial anomalies in polydimensional -- lost you?
sigh
Since we are not going to be communicating.. much of ANYTHING.. this will be my final attempt to dissuade you in your chosen course of action.
It may very well be you are heading to a fateful encounter.
If you persist..
it may very well
end up
fatal.
Head Shot!
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Santa and Me
I've done it!
I'VE DONE IT!
The Multiverse™ will soon fall to OBLIVION!
I've been working diligently all year, striving to complete this one.. thing.
A few years ago, I discovered a brilliant young scientist who was working with paradimensional resonance or some junk and took him under my wing (ie. held him at gunpoint and forced him to do my bidding; kill your family and friends leverage crap, you know the take). I funded his wild experiments and he made sure I was always with coffee.
He would explain quantum theory (or try to) and I would not sleep through his presentations ever! I payed 110% attention to every word, every detail.
As The Multiverse™ expanded, he expounded.
Just last year, several of the lowest levels of Los Sauces were flooded and we lost progress on several key elements. It was a setback, but only a minor one. We also lost a few investors that put us in the red.
That was a bigger setback.
Dr. Tarantula, greasy maniac that he is, offered to 'loan' us some cash to help get us back on our feet. He subsequently pulled the rug out from under us and we went spilling out of Los Sauces.
To be refused entry by chickens (of all creatures) was insulting.
It was Henchmen that we turned to, Dear Reader. Henchmen.
Vile beings, though loyal, who were willing to do what it takes to get the job done.
They caught me, my guard down, and pulled me from the edge of OBLIVION's caress.
Through the last year, with strides, I returned. Operation: Kill Kringle 2011 was not a complete bust, for I took from the Fat Man his coveted list.* With all the names.
All the names and all the addresses.
And all your desires.
And what do i want all this for?
Ü
to burn it all down, of course
Oblivion, Dear Reader, is my only course.
The Multiverse™ has it all. Everything. Every possibility.
The only action that would make any sense, that would have meaning, is oblivion.
Oh poo, I guess you caught me monologueing. Sigh, I guess you're going to try to stop me now.
Aw, shucks, I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you rotten kids.
Oh wait.
I'm not giving you my plan.
I don't make plans.
I also wouldn't tell you any of what I am up to if you had any chance of stopping me. Operation Kill Kringle 2012 is already over. The Fat Man is already dead.
His sack was removed (long ago, according to his Missus), reindeer captured (barbequed, tasty!), elves slaughtered, and technology reverse engineered by capable robot hands. Better luck next ti ha ha haha. There won't be a next year, kiddies! Nets.
Santa's reindeer are a different breed, Magnus. They could chew through irradiated cables, mutated. Not keen on the netting. Or the barbeque.
Don't give me that look.
The Multiverse™ gents. And ladies.
And whatevers.
ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.
Look into the face of Oblivion.
Gaze into nothing.
My marvelous weapon, Dear Reader, is yet to be revealed.
It took several raids, some in the dead of night when secrecy can be maintained the easiest. We tramped into others' territory and pilfered what secrets we could. I did a few drops in Lake Town, had a chilling brunch in Colorado Springs, and got crates full of loot out of New Jersey.
Oh sure, some of it smells.
A combination of alcohol, crow, and actors.
I spent some time up in Seattle, though brief, and came out the other end a more vicious, more determined ghost. I got down to Portland, up to Yellowknife, across to Kingston, and missed the flight to Essex.
We had more planned, but we don't make plans, so Beijing is right out.
Thanks for all the plans, scientist-types. Your work is harmless apart, together all is made dangerous.
The culmination is a weapon of awesome power.
Well, weapon is in the eye of, well, the hand of the be-- well, holder.
It's not a weapon, in the right hands.
Fortunately (unfortunately) it's in the wrong hands.
A self righteous prick who's ready to do what it takes to get the job done.
That's right.
A Henchman.
The lowest sub-category of human.
And moreso unhuman, because of the whole.. dead thing.
I choose to behave this way. Whether Henchman, Minion, or Villain.
I am, what I am.
I have served none save myself, even when purposefully serving others.
That just makes me EVIL.
That's a label I can.. live... with.
Here in the NECROVERSE, where all things go when they die, we have learned immense patience.
You will come to us, eventually.
You all will.
It all comes out in the wash, eh?
For all your fury, you remain as you are:
nothing
welcomehomeapocalypse
welcomehome
-AW
*You would think after all these years and the boon technology would be to such a job, why doesn't he just get a GPS? I've spotted a few satellites in my day, one of em had to be from the North Pole.
I'VE DONE IT!
The Multiverse™ will soon fall to OBLIVION!
I've been working diligently all year, striving to complete this one.. thing.
A few years ago, I discovered a brilliant young scientist who was working with paradimensional resonance or some junk and took him under my wing (ie. held him at gunpoint and forced him to do my bidding; kill your family and friends leverage crap, you know the take). I funded his wild experiments and he made sure I was always with coffee.
He would explain quantum theory (or try to) and I would not sleep through his presentations ever! I payed 110% attention to every word, every detail.
As The Multiverse™ expanded, he expounded.
Just last year, several of the lowest levels of Los Sauces were flooded and we lost progress on several key elements. It was a setback, but only a minor one. We also lost a few investors that put us in the red.
That was a bigger setback.
Dr. Tarantula, greasy maniac that he is, offered to 'loan' us some cash to help get us back on our feet. He subsequently pulled the rug out from under us and we went spilling out of Los Sauces.
To be refused entry by chickens (of all creatures) was insulting.
It was Henchmen that we turned to, Dear Reader. Henchmen.
Vile beings, though loyal, who were willing to do what it takes to get the job done.
They caught me, my guard down, and pulled me from the edge of OBLIVION's caress.
Through the last year, with strides, I returned. Operation: Kill Kringle 2011 was not a complete bust, for I took from the Fat Man his coveted list.* With all the names.
All the names and all the addresses.
And all your desires.
And what do i want all this for?
Ü
to burn it all down, of course
Oblivion, Dear Reader, is my only course.
The Multiverse™ has it all. Everything. Every possibility.
The only action that would make any sense, that would have meaning, is oblivion.
Oh poo, I guess you caught me monologueing. Sigh, I guess you're going to try to stop me now.
Aw, shucks, I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you rotten kids.
Oh wait.
I'm not giving you my plan.
I don't make plans.
I also wouldn't tell you any of what I am up to if you had any chance of stopping me. Operation Kill Kringle 2012 is already over. The Fat Man is already dead.
His sack was removed (long ago, according to his Missus), reindeer captured (barbequed, tasty!), elves slaughtered, and technology reverse engineered by capable robot hands. Better luck next ti ha ha haha. There won't be a next year, kiddies! Nets.
Santa's reindeer are a different breed, Magnus. They could chew through irradiated cables, mutated. Not keen on the netting. Or the barbeque.
Don't give me that look.
The Multiverse™ gents. And ladies.
And whatevers.
ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.
Look into the face of Oblivion.
Gaze into nothing.
My marvelous weapon, Dear Reader, is yet to be revealed.
It took several raids, some in the dead of night when secrecy can be maintained the easiest. We tramped into others' territory and pilfered what secrets we could. I did a few drops in Lake Town, had a chilling brunch in Colorado Springs, and got crates full of loot out of New Jersey.
Oh sure, some of it smells.
A combination of alcohol, crow, and actors.
I spent some time up in Seattle, though brief, and came out the other end a more vicious, more determined ghost. I got down to Portland, up to Yellowknife, across to Kingston, and missed the flight to Essex.
We had more planned, but we don't make plans, so Beijing is right out.
Thanks for all the plans, scientist-types. Your work is harmless apart, together all is made dangerous.
The culmination is a weapon of awesome power.
Well, weapon is in the eye of, well, the hand of the be-- well, holder.
It's not a weapon, in the right hands.
Fortunately (unfortunately) it's in the wrong hands.
A self righteous prick who's ready to do what it takes to get the job done.
That's right.
A Henchman.
The lowest sub-category of human.
And moreso unhuman, because of the whole.. dead thing.
I choose to behave this way. Whether Henchman, Minion, or Villain.
I am, what I am.
I have served none save myself, even when purposefully serving others.
That just makes me EVIL.
That's a label I can.. live... with.
Here in the NECROVERSE, where all things go when they die, we have learned immense patience.
You will come to us, eventually.
You all will.
It all comes out in the wash, eh?
For all your fury, you remain as you are:
nothing
welcomehomeapocalypse
welcomehome
-AW
*You would think after all these years and the boon technology would be to such a job, why doesn't he just get a GPS? I've spotted a few satellites in my day, one of em had to be from the North Pole.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Adventures in Facebook
Every once in a while you come across a gem.
From saving little babies on the street to handing out sandwiches, these heroes don't know when to quit!
Blankets in winter. HAH.
We died of frostbite and we hated it.
Swords, crossbows, arrows, slings, thongs, and miscreant jabber pixies.
Literacy. What is words?
There appears a town by a lake, in it a bank to trade these gems!
I see a lot of posturing, going back and forth, snap jaw mcgraw and quick to wit snip snap zibbety bop.
And no action.
It's time we took some action.
Really, action is taking up our time.
Soon.
Candy canes! ALL OVER FACEBOOK!
GAH!
I am not amused!
Oh sure, not in YOUR facebÜk.
The Multiverse™
"Making any action meaningless."
Barely any frienemies left. The ones that survived the intial wave of cuts (heroes of ill repute were allowed to stay, of course) I barely pay attention to. I simply can't.
I haven't had time for my blog. s. blogs. Multiblogs.
I don't pow wow with the ancestors nearly enough.
I haven't trained Franklin in the technically intricate arts of boomerang. It's my week to teach the henchmen some form of entertainment.*
Keeping one's eye on FacebÜk 24/7 is a task not easily done. Not a single Henchman enjoys it.
Sifting through the chests of screen cap gold. Ooh, SCREEN CAPS!
Ü
I won't forget you, you squishable scamp. Your bronze plated glory will forever shine. Through snow and mild hyperventilation you pave a path through heroes like the majestic orangutan.
Got yer waders on, hoss?
Tis the season Gentlemen (Ladies, or whatever you refer to yourself as gender not specific or otherwise; you could be made of felt or a pickle or a hat, I DON'T KNOW!) and we owe it to ourselves to let Übermas RING!
Resound! Rejoice! Revel! Be Wicked In Your Evil!
WE ARE VILLAINS!
If you're not celebrating Übermas, you are not EVIL. Or you are in a universe where Übermas does not exist (Krelm banish the thought!) or you are not aware of such things (which you must pull yourself from under that rock and welcome yourself to your worst nightmare: 2012).
Delight in your choice to throw off shackles, indignity, pressure, ridicule, judgement, and RULES.
You make your own rules.
So don't celebrate Übermas (whut), remain on the 'Nice' side of the list.
I almost typed the P word there. Heh. Gotta watch that. I only have the one eye to see out of.
Santa is gonna get his.
He's been, heh, tracking me through FacebÜk.
Apparently it's not that difficult. So watch yourselves.
I hate admitting this, but, confession: I'm going to need help again this year.
It's a sign of weakness, I know, but, forget all that bullshit and look at what that Fat Bastard has accomplished. What toys he has, what technology. The magic.
The workforce.
Whatever floats your boat.
Let's just do this.
The Flying Dutchman is in dry dock (okay, that was bad) and we've been ready since last Übernas, Some of us are still fighting up there. Day after day.
Night after oh so holy night.
All you have to do is have read through this blather up to this point, proving you are either smart, gullible, or dumb enough to have read this far, not have been offended at just calling you smart, gullible, or dumb just now, and understand the jibber-jabber that's coming out of my fingertips and into your looky eye thingies.
Contracts?
We don't need no stinking contracts.
We're not actors.
There is the loot. Santa has plenty of toys. Candy cane themed, mostly. Gingerbread tech was a breakthrough, and the Bag of Heart's Desire or Ever Holding, whichever you prefer (his magic is powerful, goddamn christmas magic), is a miracle of science and magic.
Money, power..
No sex, plenty of greed.
Operation: Kill Kringle 2012
Trending trends trend trendily.
Metrics.
1k downloads. Biscuits.
Febuloids, Speculoids, Febuspeculoids, Specufebuloids, Lloyds.
This Multiverse™ is getting on my nerve.
--RIP Obsidian Labs.
*What? Boomeranging is VERY entertaining.
tagsareeverything
From saving little babies on the street to handing out sandwiches, these heroes don't know when to quit!
Blankets in winter. HAH.
We died of frostbite and we hated it.
Swords, crossbows, arrows, slings, thongs, and miscreant jabber pixies.
Literacy. What is words?
There appears a town by a lake, in it a bank to trade these gems!
I see a lot of posturing, going back and forth, snap jaw mcgraw and quick to wit snip snap zibbety bop.
And no action.
It's time we took some action.
Really, action is taking up our time.
Soon.
Candy canes! ALL OVER FACEBOOK!
GAH!
I am not amused!
Oh sure, not in YOUR facebÜk.
The Multiverse™
"Making any action meaningless."
Barely any frienemies left. The ones that survived the intial wave of cuts (heroes of ill repute were allowed to stay, of course) I barely pay attention to. I simply can't.
I haven't had time for my blog. s. blogs. Multiblogs.
I don't pow wow with the ancestors nearly enough.
I haven't trained Franklin in the technically intricate arts of boomerang. It's my week to teach the henchmen some form of entertainment.*
Keeping one's eye on FacebÜk 24/7 is a task not easily done. Not a single Henchman enjoys it.
Sifting through the chests of screen cap gold. Ooh, SCREEN CAPS!
Ü
I won't forget you, you squishable scamp. Your bronze plated glory will forever shine. Through snow and mild hyperventilation you pave a path through heroes like the majestic orangutan.
Got yer waders on, hoss?
Tis the season Gentlemen (Ladies, or whatever you refer to yourself as gender not specific or otherwise; you could be made of felt or a pickle or a hat, I DON'T KNOW!) and we owe it to ourselves to let Übermas RING!
Resound! Rejoice! Revel! Be Wicked In Your Evil!
WE ARE VILLAINS!
If you're not celebrating Übermas, you are not EVIL. Or you are in a universe where Übermas does not exist (Krelm banish the thought!) or you are not aware of such things (which you must pull yourself from under that rock and welcome yourself to your worst nightmare: 2012).
Delight in your choice to throw off shackles, indignity, pressure, ridicule, judgement, and RULES.
You make your own rules.
So don't celebrate Übermas (whut), remain on the 'Nice' side of the list.
I almost typed the P word there. Heh. Gotta watch that. I only have the one eye to see out of.
Santa is gonna get his.
He's been, heh, tracking me through FacebÜk.
Apparently it's not that difficult. So watch yourselves.
I hate admitting this, but, confession: I'm going to need help again this year.
It's a sign of weakness, I know, but, forget all that bullshit and look at what that Fat Bastard has accomplished. What toys he has, what technology. The magic.
The workforce.
Whatever floats your boat.
Let's just do this.
The Flying Dutchman is in dry dock (okay, that was bad) and we've been ready since last Übernas, Some of us are still fighting up there. Day after day.
Night after oh so holy night.
All you have to do is have read through this blather up to this point, proving you are either smart, gullible, or dumb enough to have read this far, not have been offended at just calling you smart, gullible, or dumb just now, and understand the jibber-jabber that's coming out of my fingertips and into your looky eye thingies.
Contracts?
We don't need no stinking contracts.
We're not actors.
There is the loot. Santa has plenty of toys. Candy cane themed, mostly. Gingerbread tech was a breakthrough, and the Bag of Heart's Desire or Ever Holding, whichever you prefer (his magic is powerful, goddamn christmas magic), is a miracle of science and magic.
Money, power..
No sex, plenty of greed.
Operation: Kill Kringle 2012
Trending trends trend trendily.
Metrics.
1k downloads. Biscuits.
Febuloids, Speculoids, Febuspeculoids, Specufebuloids, Lloyds.
This Multiverse™ is getting on my nerve.
--RIP Obsidian Labs.
*What? Boomeranging is VERY entertaining.
tagsareeverything
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Let The Transmissions Begin
Do you welcome me into the shadows once more?
Back with all the other savages (NERDS)..
Reading. Who has time for that?
I have to keep this short, for now, but very soon:
Thursday, August 9, 2012
I-Who-Shall-Not-Care?
Oh that's rich.
Full of preservatives as well.
facebook
Gah! Do I hate it so!
Tricked me into reactivating my account.
Real sneaky.
It's a good thing Facebook let's you choose the folks you associate with..
oh wait
crap
Things have been quiet around here (FOR ONCE) and I can't say I don't like it.
The stress level is LOW. The 'heroes' I found are an interesting plaything. They have no idea I'm on to them. It's going to be INSANE.
That's for another time though.
I don't know how long I'll be sticking with Facebook. I can't pretend to care about every status, so I won't. It's nothing personal. Really.
I just don't care.
Been covering some ground in the laboratories, though. Upgrading the arsenal, adding to it, preparing my forces. There IS a war coming.
It will be the LAST.
On a serious note, I accept it.
There's not much time left to do what i want and when it's up, you get what's left.
I won't have to wait until Übermas, neither will you.
I'm not given the courtesy the WORST is afforded and I'm supposed to flip out? apologize?
This is my only response.
I don't compromise.
I am what I am.
It is what it is.
I have a solution... one you will just DIE for.
I have talked about this 'list'.. You know, the one I swiped from Kringle.
It's got everything on it.
Naughty, Nice, it's all there.
The fat-man had tabs on everyone.
That whole 'sees-you-when-you're-sleeping' creep!
Social Security numbers, addresses... It's all there*.
He was a sick fuck.
His loss is your loss.
Really.
Friday!!!
I almost forgot about Friday!!
Mind Games has still been broadcasting, we've just been covert.
Honing the shitty thing to a steaming pile of entertainment.
Mostly for the mind-numbed drug addled retards who frequent the neighborhood.
We kill more audience members than Smallpox.. and that's just who LISTENS!
This week's topic, should you deign to care, is about FICTION.
And not just any fiction: META FICTION.
That's right.
Meta-fiction v.s. Reality
Multiple universes v.s. this one.
I know, I know.
It's a narrow minded approach to an even narrower concept.
but, that's why I do these things.
Maybe someone will take pity on this ghost and explain it in simple terms even I can understand.
11pm EST, as predictable.
And this one will be available for public consumption.
Come get you some.
And to that VERY special someONE:
You're on the list... and so many want to KNOW.
Nuclear wishes and Apocalyptic dreams,
Agent Wraith
*I want to thank Special Agent F. Gonzalez and his partner for their 'fair' treatment. After hours of sifting and perusing of my data they have come to the consensus that I am no 'real' threat and being labeled a terrorist is simply a byproduct of my rantings. I'm OFF THE LIST**!
**Not Santa's list, no. The NO FLY! HERE I COME EARTH! First stop?
CHICAGO!
Full of preservatives as well.
Gah! Do I hate it so!
Tricked me into reactivating my account.
Real sneaky.
It's a good thing Facebook let's you choose the folks you associate with..
oh wait
crap
Things have been quiet around here (FOR ONCE) and I can't say I don't like it.
The stress level is LOW. The 'heroes' I found are an interesting plaything. They have no idea I'm on to them. It's going to be INSANE.
That's for another time though.
I don't know how long I'll be sticking with Facebook. I can't pretend to care about every status, so I won't. It's nothing personal. Really.
I just don't care.
Been covering some ground in the laboratories, though. Upgrading the arsenal, adding to it, preparing my forces. There IS a war coming.
It will be the LAST.
On a serious note, I accept it.
There's not much time left to do what i want and when it's up, you get what's left.
I won't have to wait until Übermas, neither will you.
I'm not given the courtesy the WORST is afforded and I'm supposed to flip out? apologize?
This is my only response.
I don't compromise.
I am what I am.
It is what it is.
I have a solution... one you will just DIE for.
I have talked about this 'list'.. You know, the one I swiped from Kringle.
It's got everything on it.
Naughty, Nice, it's all there.
The fat-man had tabs on everyone.
That whole 'sees-you-when-you're-sleeping' creep!
Social Security numbers, addresses... It's all there*.
He was a sick fuck.
His loss is your loss.
Really.
Friday!!!
I almost forgot about Friday!!
Mind Games has still been broadcasting, we've just been covert.
Honing the shitty thing to a steaming pile of entertainment.
Mostly for the mind-numbed drug addled retards who frequent the neighborhood.
We kill more audience members than Smallpox.. and that's just who LISTENS!
This week's topic, should you deign to care, is about FICTION.
And not just any fiction: META FICTION.
That's right.
Meta-fiction v.s. Reality
Multiple universes v.s. this one.
I know, I know.
It's a narrow minded approach to an even narrower concept.
but, that's why I do these things.
Maybe someone will take pity on this ghost and explain it in simple terms even I can understand.
11pm EST, as predictable.
And this one will be available for public consumption.
Come get you some.
And to that VERY special someONE:
You're on the list... and so many want to KNOW.
Nuclear wishes and Apocalyptic dreams,
Agent Wraith
*I want to thank Special Agent F. Gonzalez and his partner for their 'fair' treatment. After hours of sifting and perusing of my data they have come to the consensus that I am no 'real' threat and being labeled a terrorist is simply a byproduct of my rantings. I'm OFF THE LIST**!
**Not Santa's list, no. The NO FLY! HERE I COME EARTH! First stop?
CHICAGO!
Friday, July 20, 2012
Terror in the Holdfast (Continued)
ihavearealjob
intherealworld
More details piling in, take the good and bad, rumors, gossip, embellishment, and what-have-you..
No, as of yet, this fella did not have red hair and declare 'I am the Batman's ENEMY!'
As far as I can tell.
From what I have gathered (minions and henchmen, mind you, I am always terribly busy*) the suspect in question, James Holmes, was wearing SWAT gear, carrying an AR-15 and said nothing the entire time (which some witnesses say made it even more terrifying).
Several have come forward expressing the suspect's intelligence. He attended accredited schools, was very intelligent and just... snapped.
A witness said the canister he released looked like a bug bomb.
12 dead, more wounded, and who knows what new crap is going to be revealed.
New York's Police Commissioner is spreading the Joker story. Unsure of where he got it from..
Allegedly, he (the suspect) said something once he was in custody 'I'm the Joker'. But who knows if this is more gossip or actual fact.
You know what is an actual fact?
Superheroes inspire.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. Seems a little like the movie 'Rampage' to me.
p.p.s. I hear authorities are still clearing his supposedly booby-trapped house.
p.p.p.s. I also hear ALL SORTS of trailers are being pulled along with the Dark Knight Rises showings.
*Because if you're going to be busy, might as well be terrible at it.
intherealworld
More details piling in, take the good and bad, rumors, gossip, embellishment, and what-have-you..
No, as of yet, this fella did not have red hair and declare 'I am the Batman's ENEMY!'
As far as I can tell.
From what I have gathered (minions and henchmen, mind you, I am always terribly busy*) the suspect in question, James Holmes, was wearing SWAT gear, carrying an AR-15 and said nothing the entire time (which some witnesses say made it even more terrifying).
Several have come forward expressing the suspect's intelligence. He attended accredited schools, was very intelligent and just... snapped.
A witness said the canister he released looked like a bug bomb.
12 dead, more wounded, and who knows what new crap is going to be revealed.
New York's Police Commissioner is spreading the Joker story. Unsure of where he got it from..
Allegedly, he (the suspect) said something once he was in custody 'I'm the Joker'. But who knows if this is more gossip or actual fact.
You know what is an actual fact?
Superheroes inspire.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. Seems a little like the movie 'Rampage' to me.
p.p.s. I hear authorities are still clearing his supposedly booby-trapped house.
p.p.p.s. I also hear ALL SORTS of trailers are being pulled along with the Dark Knight Rises showings.
*Because if you're going to be busy, might as well be terrible at it.
Terror in the Holdfast
Yeah, I know.
This isn't what you want to wake up to.
small sigh.
Superhero related? I'd say.
Anything to do with you?
Just another notice that heroes inspire.
Is it what we WANT to inspire?
From CNN-
"A heavily armed gunman tossed tear gas into the darkness of an Aurora, Colorado movie theater Friday and then sprayed the audience with gunfire during an early morning screening of the new Batman movie, killing 12 and wounding 38 others, authorities said."
Find more.. on the internet.
Or CNN.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. Superheroes. They inspire tragedy, gunfire, and sorrow.
This isn't what you want to wake up to.
small sigh.
Superhero related? I'd say.
Anything to do with you?
Just another notice that heroes inspire.
Is it what we WANT to inspire?
From CNN-
"A heavily armed gunman tossed tear gas into the darkness of an Aurora, Colorado movie theater Friday and then sprayed the audience with gunfire during an early morning screening of the new Batman movie, killing 12 and wounding 38 others, authorities said."
Find more.. on the internet.
Or CNN.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. Superheroes. They inspire tragedy, gunfire, and sorrow.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
action words
PENDING DELETION
Believe nothing that I say.
Greetings!
I am Agent Wraith.
I am the GREATEST RLSH EVER.
Through my will I have wrought a grand and wonderful vision, one of HOPE and PEACE and LOVE and HAPPINESS!
hadyougoing
No,no,no,no,no, NO!!
Insanity, ladies and gentlemen.
In.sanity.
| surmise it's possible, that somewhere there exists a reality where Zapata Wraith is alive and well and possessed (HA!) of a pleasant, perhaps even a cordial disposition.
Polite even.
oh.
wait.
I remember that guy. Sundays he would hunker down in his lair and terrorize Crossfire with polite yet annoying platitudes. Twice.
this is time travel.
THIS is TIME travel?
Inconsistency.
Incongruous.
or
is
it?
Multitudes or microcosms?
infinity?
ad naseum?
The escalation. yes, we talked about this.
Krampocalyptic Coalescence?
Pfft. I've been sto.ck.pil.ing wea.p.ons for decades.
I've been ar.med and dan.gerous since I was alive.
Supersuits.
It ain't Iron Man, it ain't Batman*, it just wishes it WAS the Punisher.
Or Joker.
Yes. Joker.
Armies of jokers.
It's insanity!
Joker 'technically' corners the market on straight-psycho wack-job nuttery, sometimes pandering to burn the world for the LULZ.
An army though? Joker is an alpha. And there is always a BIGGER fish.
Take note, inmates.
Things will go bust.
And then fish will be on the line.
And the next thing that goes bust will be fish butthole.
This colored text sponsored in part by Milk Chickens™.
"Milk Chickens™, Put them on your penis!"**
And teams. TEAMS!
likegroups
EVERYWHERE!
Let me be on your team! I'm on your team!
I AM YOUR TEAM!
The Second Amendment's arms are building mass. Now patrols.
What's next?
'Witnessing'?
Door-to-door preaching of exploits and the necessities of hood vigilantism?
Signatures for petitions for betterment of society?
Donations?
Volunteers?
Subjugation?
Sound
familiar
?
(this was removed for several years in fear of starting such a practice, now that it's common, the fear is all yours)
Options?
I've narrowed it down to roughly two.
be enslaved
or
die
There was a time you could have at least tortured yourself with the bliss of Utopian Playlands.
It's the big picture, Waldolf.
These rebels, these revolutionaries, such imaginations!
In direct opposition!
Against the current.
I don't gots no book smarts uh no genius, but I no its gotta be harder to turn an error around then jest guidin it a little to the left or right.
You could think to better yourself and perhaps turn the planet around from it's inevitable slag-state fit for nothing except your extinction, we know that's not going to happen, you lazy hippie. I would get one more henchman and the world would be a lifeless husk.. all according to.. uh.. nevermind.
You could think to better yourself and maybe one of these so-called villainous organizations will actually DO SOMETHING, like shanghai you into service and servitude at the front of their attack legion and you will die a glorious death.. nah. lazy hippies.
Or you could kill yourself.
It might be a great option.
INSTANT SERVITUDE!
What?
Elementary orchestration of genius or imbecilic blathering of nonsoncery?
-Agent Wraith
p.s. itsnotfunnyitssadreallywantmoretime
p.p.s. mobilizing
p.p.s. youdontwanttonowwhativeseenorwhereivebeen
*Oddly on this black sabbath, Ozzy has sung the words 'Iron Man' and 'war machine'. A disdain for DC perhaps with his treatment of flying rats aside, I'm just gibbering. #craigyferg
**You see, I knew this was bad when I said it the third and fourth times, but it bears repeating another million or so. I -know- it was a joke when it was said. I know. Who comes up with this SHIT?
heroes
Believe nothing that I say.
Greetings!
I am Agent Wraith.
I am the GREATEST RLSH EVER.
Through my will I have wrought a grand and wonderful vision, one of HOPE and PEACE and LOVE and HAPPINESS!
hadyougoing
No,no,no,no,no, NO!!
Insanity, ladies and gentlemen.
In.sanity.
| surmise it's possible, that somewhere there exists a reality where Zapata Wraith is alive and well and possessed (HA!) of a pleasant, perhaps even a cordial disposition.
Polite even.
oh.
wait.
I remember that guy. Sundays he would hunker down in his lair and terrorize Crossfire with polite yet annoying platitudes. Twice.
this is time travel.
THIS is TIME travel?
Inconsistency.
Incongruous.
or
is
it?
Multitudes or microcosms?
infinity?
ad naseum?
The escalation. yes, we talked about this.
Krampocalyptic Coalescence?
Pfft. I've been sto.ck.pil.ing wea.p.ons for decades.
I've been ar.med and dan.gerous since I was alive.
Supersuits.
It ain't Iron Man, it ain't Batman*, it just wishes it WAS the Punisher.
Or Joker.
Yes. Joker.
Armies of jokers.
It's insanity!
Joker 'technically' corners the market on straight-psycho wack-job nuttery, sometimes pandering to burn the world for the LULZ.
An army though? Joker is an alpha. And there is always a BIGGER fish.
Take note, inmates.
Things will go bust.
And then fish will be on the line.
And the next thing that goes bust will be fish butthole.
This colored text sponsored in part by Milk Chickens™.
"Milk Chickens™, Put them on your penis!"**
And teams. TEAMS!
likegroups
EVERYWHERE!
Let me be on your team! I'm on your team!
I AM YOUR TEAM!
The Second Amendment's arms are building mass. Now patrols.
What's next?
'Witnessing'?
Door-to-door preaching of exploits and the necessities of hood vigilantism?
Signatures for petitions for betterment of society?
Donations?
Volunteers?
Subjugation?
Sound
familiar
?
(this was removed for several years in fear of starting such a practice, now that it's common, the fear is all yours)
Options?
I've narrowed it down to roughly two.
be enslaved
or
die
There was a time you could have at least tortured yourself with the bliss of Utopian Playlands.
It's the big picture, Waldolf.
These rebels, these revolutionaries, such imaginations!
In direct opposition!
Against the current.
I don't gots no book smarts uh no genius, but I no its gotta be harder to turn an error around then jest guidin it a little to the left or right.
You could think to better yourself and perhaps turn the planet around from it's inevitable slag-state fit for nothing except your extinction, we know that's not going to happen, you lazy hippie. I would get one more henchman and the world would be a lifeless husk.. all according to.. uh.. nevermind.
You could think to better yourself and maybe one of these so-called villainous organizations will actually DO SOMETHING, like shanghai you into service and servitude at the front of their attack legion and you will die a glorious death.. nah. lazy hippies.
Or you could kill yourself.
It might be a great option.
INSTANT SERVITUDE!
What?
Elementary orchestration of genius or imbecilic blathering of nonsoncery?
-Agent Wraith
p.s. itsnotfunnyitssadreallywantmoretime
p.p.s. mobilizing
p.p.s. youdontwanttonowwhativeseenorwhereivebeen
*Oddly on this black sabbath, Ozzy has sung the words 'Iron Man' and 'war machine'. A disdain for DC perhaps with his treatment of flying rats aside, I'm just gibbering. #craigyferg
**You see, I knew this was bad when I said it the third and fourth times, but it bears repeating another million or so. I -know- it was a joke when it was said. I know. Who comes up with this SHIT?
heroes
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Goodnight Mermaid Man
For those Sagittarians out there,
As each hero passes, evil gains strength.
EVIL!
-Agent Wraith
As each hero passes, evil gains strength.
EVIL!
-Agent Wraith
On The Air
I've been getting emails lately asking where I've been.
Well, I can't tell you everything.
There is, on occasion, a respite. A rest, a recharge, before an inevitable attack.
This, perhaps, is one of those occasions.
It didn't start out as such, no. I don't PLAN anything.
While I was.. away.. one of you decided to step across the invisible line.
The one that keeps you out of my crosshairs.
The line that divides those who know better and those who have a death wish.
I've had this discussion with a 'Villain' once.
About what happens when you deign to address my work,
what happens when you address my employees,
and what happens when you address my henchmen.
There is a difference. I'll explain, make it simple and straightforward enough for you to understand.
Say what you want about my 'work'. Either your opinion matters or it doesn't. You wait to see what happens, not the other way around. I may listen, I may not. In this choice, this FREEDOM of choice, freedom to do or not, adjust or ignore.. thanks for stopping!
Those I pay serve me. They are accustomed to your belittling. They are prepared for it.
Most take the same approach as I do about my 'work'. Maybe they listen.
Maybe they don't.
As for my henchmen..
They don't get paid.
And you shouldn't, if you value your sanity, if you value your eyes, your tongue, your balls, and your life, you shouldn't EVER dare address them cross. Don't chastise, scold, scoff, or even look in their general direction with an awkward eye.
They are not YOUR henchmen. They are MINE.
They are mine.
I send them to the stocks. I whip them.
I burn them.
They are mine to beat, punish, and/or kill.
Not you.
Who the FUCK do you THINK you ARE?
Me?
Hmm. That's an interesting concept.
In another dimension, perhaps.
Anyways, this 'Villain' didn't apologize, understandably so, but also understood the principle at hand.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. You have NO IDEA how close we are.
Well, I can't tell you everything.
There is, on occasion, a respite. A rest, a recharge, before an inevitable attack.
This, perhaps, is one of those occasions.
It didn't start out as such, no. I don't PLAN anything.
While I was.. away.. one of you decided to step across the invisible line.
The one that keeps you out of my crosshairs.
The line that divides those who know better and those who have a death wish.
I've had this discussion with a 'Villain' once.
About what happens when you deign to address my work,
what happens when you address my employees,
and what happens when you address my henchmen.
There is a difference. I'll explain, make it simple and straightforward enough for you to understand.
Say what you want about my 'work'. Either your opinion matters or it doesn't. You wait to see what happens, not the other way around. I may listen, I may not. In this choice, this FREEDOM of choice, freedom to do or not, adjust or ignore.. thanks for stopping!
Those I pay serve me. They are accustomed to your belittling. They are prepared for it.
Most take the same approach as I do about my 'work'. Maybe they listen.
Maybe they don't.
As for my henchmen..
They don't get paid.
And you shouldn't, if you value your sanity, if you value your eyes, your tongue, your balls, and your life, you shouldn't EVER dare address them cross. Don't chastise, scold, scoff, or even look in their general direction with an awkward eye.
They are not YOUR henchmen. They are MINE.
They are mine.
I send them to the stocks. I whip them.
I burn them.
They are mine to beat, punish, and/or kill.
Not you.
Who the FUCK do you THINK you ARE?
Me?
Hmm. That's an interesting concept.
In another dimension, perhaps.
Anyways, this 'Villain' didn't apologize, understandably so, but also understood the principle at hand.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. You have NO IDEA how close we are.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Execution
Hello!
You're just in time for something really neat.
Did I mention my fondness of 'professional' wrestling?
You don't choose death and destruction. It chooses you.
A wonderful find! And near a Hog's Head!
WHATTHEHELLISTHAT?!?
-Agent Wraith
Be sure to watch it over on Youtube.
Subscribe even.
This should happen more often.
Wrestling matches.
In broad daylight.
In the middle of town.
It's ridiculous. I know.
Ridiculously awesome.
You're just in time for something really neat.
Did I mention my fondness of 'professional' wrestling?
You don't choose death and destruction. It chooses you.
A wonderful find! And near a Hog's Head!
WHATTHEHELLISTHAT?!?
-Agent Wraith
Be sure to watch it over on Youtube.
Subscribe even.
This should happen more often.
Wrestling matches.
In broad daylight.
In the middle of town.
It's ridiculous. I know.
Ridiculously awesome.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
My craft
My craft?
I've been practicing moliate, carving up a storm of product.
It was the break, so desperately needed, that provided the interruption.
Teeth, TEETH! No sense going half-cocked; straight and severe, that's the course! Better wrong than weak, from the front, right at it!
So, my other work, some of which you can sample, is all over the place. Youtube, Talkshoe, Ustream... Little bits here and there.
I'll be adding to my libraries soon, because I'm not trying to erase anything like the evidence I've left behind of my evil deeds. Don't bother looking for my work, I should be force feeding it to you on the streets!
I would never cover my tracks or anything SHADY like that.
But a mobile propagandaaaaaa --I mean, promotional, a mobile promotional device is a good idea!
On another note, I've been talking to these scientist fellas. It's ridiculous how science is just a bunch of dudes lookin at stuff.
I could be a scientist, and I'm an idiot.
I'm a Real Life Not So Super Hero.
Science and it's science facts are hard to understand. Things like magnets and joules and watts and nuclei and all that is mad-stupid. They stand around looking at stuff, watching things happen, making observations and writing notes, papers even!
Buncha nerds.
I build things.. my engineering isn't anything above rubber bands and explosives. I'm an excellent marksman, on console entertainment devices. Over a 1000 hours! All simulation. Talk about nerds. lol
I want to build a large slingshot. Big enough to shoot a bowling ball.
If we have no boundaries and are unlimited in our imagination, anything is possible.
We have a responsibility to the future generations to leave behind a legacy worth continuing.
A legacy of hope and freedom, where man can live in harmony with the world and it's inhabitants.
Where laughter and humor are the currency and all is needed for all and no one is hungry or poor of food or riches because everyone has smiles for miles...
gimmeabreak
The time for charity is long over.
Do for oneself and no one else.
Hold close your allies and assets.
Hold strong your walls.
Let the world burn.
How's it going Florida?!?
Enough RAIN for ya?!?!?
HA HA HA HA HA!!
How about you Colorado??
Hot enough?
How about it Mexico?
Canada?
World?
Stay tuned for a special GLOBAL weather report...
@11ish
-Agent Wraith
p.s. Unicorns, that's what's going on.
Unicorns like a mother fucker.
I've been practicing moliate, carving up a storm of product.
It was the break, so desperately needed, that provided the interruption.
Teeth, TEETH! No sense going half-cocked; straight and severe, that's the course! Better wrong than weak, from the front, right at it!
So, my other work, some of which you can sample, is all over the place. Youtube, Talkshoe, Ustream... Little bits here and there.
I'll be adding to my libraries soon, because I'm not trying to erase anything like the evidence I've left behind of my evil deeds. Don't bother looking for my work, I should be force feeding it to you on the streets!
I would never cover my tracks or anything SHADY like that.
But a mobile propagandaaaaaa --I mean, promotional, a mobile promotional device is a good idea!
On another note, I've been talking to these scientist fellas. It's ridiculous how science is just a bunch of dudes lookin at stuff.
I could be a scientist, and I'm an idiot.
I'm a Real Life Not So Super Hero.
Science and it's science facts are hard to understand. Things like magnets and joules and watts and nuclei and all that is mad-stupid. They stand around looking at stuff, watching things happen, making observations and writing notes, papers even!
Buncha nerds.
I build things.. my engineering isn't anything above rubber bands and explosives. I'm an excellent marksman, on console entertainment devices. Over a 1000 hours! All simulation. Talk about nerds. lol
I want to build a large slingshot. Big enough to shoot a bowling ball.
If we have no boundaries and are unlimited in our imagination, anything is possible.
We have a responsibility to the future generations to leave behind a legacy worth continuing.
A legacy of hope and freedom, where man can live in harmony with the world and it's inhabitants.
Where laughter and humor are the currency and all is needed for all and no one is hungry or poor of food or riches because everyone has smiles for miles...
gimmeabreak
The time for charity is long over.
Do for oneself and no one else.
Hold close your allies and assets.
Hold strong your walls.
Let the world burn.
How's it going Florida?!?
Enough RAIN for ya?!?!?
HA HA HA HA HA!!
How about you Colorado??
Hot enough?
How about it Mexico?
Canada?
World?
Stay tuned for a special GLOBAL weather report...
@11ish
-Agent Wraith
p.s. Unicorns, that's what's going on.
Unicorns like a mother fucker.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Chronophobia-and more of that Full Circle crap
Where's all the flying cars?
Whether yesterday or tomorrow or today.. it's full of disappointments.
No hoverboards, 3 dimensional hologram advertisements, or fancy science meals.
It's the fax machines.
The only constant.
-Agent Wraith
Whether yesterday or tomorrow or today.. it's full of disappointments.
No hoverboards, 3 dimensional hologram advertisements, or fancy science meals.
It's the fax machines.
The only constant.
-Agent Wraith
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Not a Hero, Not a Villain
We have come full circle so many times, haven't we?
So many times.
Round and round we go.
So many lies. Untruthy fiction of the falsed kind.
It is the providence of two sub-classes of human:
Heroes and actors.
The hero will tell you of powers, feats, and intent, all promises that fall flat. Mildly entertaining sometimes.
The reality is that it's not reality.
It's a lie.
The hero has nothing but his work as a hero. In fact, most will tell you that it is all they live for.
That they are depressed and withdrawn without the satisfaction of 'helping people'.
Do you 'help people'?
If you do, you are a hero.
Villainy is interpreted by the individual, crafted by the individual, practiced by the individual.
Each it's own ORIGINAL (or at least somewhat) product.
I once said 'Hero of the Planet'.
It still applies.
Consider it mercy.
I'll destroy you before you destroy it.
OR destroy you both.
Association with either can result in detainment and delays.
Be careful, be aware, be in shadow.
It's the only way you'll make it to the future.
I've seen it you know.
The future.
Again, it does not look well.
For you.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. NOT A HERO, NOT A VILLAIN
So many times.
Round and round we go.
So many lies. Untruthy fiction of the falsed kind.
It is the providence of two sub-classes of human:
Heroes and actors.
The hero will tell you of powers, feats, and intent, all promises that fall flat. Mildly entertaining sometimes.
The reality is that it's not reality.
It's a lie.
The hero has nothing but his work as a hero. In fact, most will tell you that it is all they live for.
That they are depressed and withdrawn without the satisfaction of 'helping people'.
Do you 'help people'?
If you do, you are a hero.
Villainy is interpreted by the individual, crafted by the individual, practiced by the individual.
Each it's own ORIGINAL (or at least somewhat) product.
I once said 'Hero of the Planet'.
It still applies.
Consider it mercy.
I'll destroy you before you destroy it.
OR destroy you both.
Association with either can result in detainment and delays.
Be careful, be aware, be in shadow.
It's the only way you'll make it to the future.
I've seen it you know.
The future.
Again, it does not look well.
For you.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. NOT A HERO, NOT A VILLAIN
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Blast The Past
you will fear me now
i know that you know i know
chronophobia
Before we get started (again), let me entice you with this lovely bit:
Of Henchmen And Villains.
Now to disseminate.
Villains have no standard save their own.
1. While I hold myself to VERY LOW standards, I have broken the law, will likely break more, bring harm (re: DEATH) to many and incite even more to commit atrocities.
2. Where I have shown respect to Villains, it has been well received and reciprocated. Where I have shown respect to heroes, it has been met with disgust and.. shudder.. lies. I expect nothing from humans except their ignorance, bigotry, stupidity, and capacity to be manipulated.
3. If you can read (a FEAT for some), I have given quite a bit of courtesy. It's not a rather villainous word. My natural demeanor is of SUPERIORITY. Educated, trained, and forged to destroy; humans are obsolete. And if I want to roll around in the mud, I will roll in the mud.
4. Indeed.
5. If heroes survive the initial onslaught, destroy them. Death rays first. Challenge is for the weak. Give the "superhero" no quarter (literal or figurative) and harry him/her to the bitter ends of the crumbling planet.
6. "Villainy" will do as it wishes. Tact, guile, and whatnot are cast aside. "Villainy" does as it pleases, an ever changing mass of whatever-the-crap it will. To each his own, whether it's the Millionth Coming Of The Joker, or the "shining star" of the moment. Do what ye will, just stay out of my yard.
7. Lie. Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie. Lie like your pitiful lives depend upon it. It does. It really does. Perpetrate misinformation about EVERYONE and EVERYTHING. Parodies abound. Humiliate and degrade, drive the human into isolation. Destroy the characters. Destroy the character of the characters. Drown them in their bile.
8. Unleash the Dogs of War.
9. It is MY "Big Picture". In that picture is the desiccated husk of the planet, clutched deep in the heart of a gravity well. No, I won't use that name just yet. I'm not on the Facebook, can't have a status to comment upon.. no follow up video.. or horrible cinema revelation. Claim whatever slice of this rock as you wish. I will enjoy scorching it from under your heel.
10. In general, I would agree. Knowledge has grown with such rogues; their secrets. The company of humans is no longer welcome.
11. I cultivate FEAR. Cringe, recoil, gasp, reel, and be terrorized! Be afraid of what the future holds! I have SEEN it! It does not bode well for HUMANITY! I have this... list.. yes, yes, NO! I exploit your personal information. Special delivery.
12. If you know me (and so few of you really do) then you know very little. I am a compulsive liar. From stories of my childhood to forays into combat zones to work history to account accounts. My lies stretch out before me and behind me. You know only what I have given freely. You didn't question why? That's just silly.
Meanwhile, on the internets...
Guilty!
All charges!
-Agent Wraith
i know that you know i know
chronophobia
Before we get started (again), let me entice you with this lovely bit:
Of Henchmen And Villains.
Now to disseminate.
Villains have no standard save their own.
1. While I hold myself to VERY LOW standards, I have broken the law, will likely break more, bring harm (re: DEATH) to many and incite even more to commit atrocities.
2. Where I have shown respect to Villains, it has been well received and reciprocated. Where I have shown respect to heroes, it has been met with disgust and.. shudder.. lies. I expect nothing from humans except their ignorance, bigotry, stupidity, and capacity to be manipulated.
3. If you can read (a FEAT for some), I have given quite a bit of courtesy. It's not a rather villainous word. My natural demeanor is of SUPERIORITY. Educated, trained, and forged to destroy; humans are obsolete. And if I want to roll around in the mud, I will roll in the mud.
4. Indeed.
5. If heroes survive the initial onslaught, destroy them. Death rays first. Challenge is for the weak. Give the "superhero" no quarter (literal or figurative) and harry him/her to the bitter ends of the crumbling planet.
6. "Villainy" will do as it wishes. Tact, guile, and whatnot are cast aside. "Villainy" does as it pleases, an ever changing mass of whatever-the-crap it will. To each his own, whether it's the Millionth Coming Of The Joker, or the "shining star" of the moment. Do what ye will, just stay out of my yard.
7. Lie. Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie. Lie like your pitiful lives depend upon it. It does. It really does. Perpetrate misinformation about EVERYONE and EVERYTHING. Parodies abound. Humiliate and degrade, drive the human into isolation. Destroy the characters. Destroy the character of the characters. Drown them in their bile.
8. Unleash the Dogs of War.
9. It is MY "Big Picture". In that picture is the desiccated husk of the planet, clutched deep in the heart of a gravity well. No, I won't use that name just yet. I'm not on the Facebook, can't have a status to comment upon.. no follow up video.. or horrible cinema revelation. Claim whatever slice of this rock as you wish. I will enjoy scorching it from under your heel.
10. In general, I would agree. Knowledge has grown with such rogues; their secrets. The company of humans is no longer welcome.
11. I cultivate FEAR. Cringe, recoil, gasp, reel, and be terrorized! Be afraid of what the future holds! I have SEEN it! It does not bode well for HUMANITY! I have this... list.. yes, yes, NO! I exploit your personal information. Special delivery.
12. If you know me (and so few of you really do) then you know very little. I am a compulsive liar. From stories of my childhood to forays into combat zones to work history to account accounts. My lies stretch out before me and behind me. You know only what I have given freely. You didn't question why? That's just silly.
Meanwhile, on the internets...
Guilty!
All charges!
-Agent Wraith
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Pics Or It Didn't Happen?
In this case, I guess, it didn't happen.
You sneaky Suburban bastards.
You didn't flip a few times rolling into the median when your lane change went awry.
You didn't tumble out onto the freeway either.
Pics, ladies and gentlemen (short for pictures), are needed for this to have taken place, or so
and I say this with the greatest of respect
the rest of you would have yourselves believe.
Perhaps you shouldn't try to follow me. It is a sad permanent lesson that you didn't learn.
because there is no pic
did not exist
I should take more pictures. It's difficult, you see. Technology, those little batteries, they die so quickly.
Maybe I'll get me one of those fancy solar power doo hickeys.
It makes the most sense. The sun is going to burn the earth, might as well make those rays do something.
This really gets me thinking about everything else, if it is not documented, it never existed.
And laser like things.
Strap a camera to some dummy's chest and beat a man to death with a rock! Whoo!
Hide in every corner. Immaculate tie.
Don't close your eyes.
You might miss something.
You sneaky Suburban bastards.
You didn't flip a few times rolling into the median when your lane change went awry.
You didn't tumble out onto the freeway either.
Pics, ladies and gentlemen (short for pictures), are needed for this to have taken place, or so
and I say this with the greatest of respect
the rest of you would have yourselves believe.
Perhaps you shouldn't try to follow me. It is a sad permanent lesson that you didn't learn.
because there is no pic
did not exist
I should take more pictures. It's difficult, you see. Technology, those little batteries, they die so quickly.
Maybe I'll get me one of those fancy solar power doo hickeys.
It makes the most sense. The sun is going to burn the earth, might as well make those rays do something.
This really gets me thinking about everything else, if it is not documented, it never existed.
And laser like things.
Strap a camera to some dummy's chest and beat a man to death with a rock! Whoo!
Hide in every corner. Immaculate tie.
Don't close your eyes.
You might miss something.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Unleashed, Epic Lloyd
Comedian, Artist, Ninja, Thing.
Wordsmith Mercenary.
verbose
A smoky range burns
Inscribing its final arc
Inscribing its final arc
on all tomorrows
-AW
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Challenges NOT Accepted
Some time travel for your reading pleasure.
Or for those of you whose attention span can be measured in nanoseconds.. nothing.
: Last night...:
...
-AW
still haunting, still plotting
Or for those of you whose attention span can be measured in nanoseconds.. nothing.
: Last night...:
...
-AW
still haunting, still plotting
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Incognito
I meant it when I said it.
Just because I've still got my blog up, posting to it, and working on 'other things' doesn't mean I didn't mean it.
It's time to dump.
Scratching through hard drives, tearing up IPs.. there is MUCH work to be done.
What tickles most is how easy it is to NOT be distracted.
No silly blah blah, no PICTURE OF THE DAY, no 'I'm going to bed now'..
Just sigh, sit back, and get ready for ARMAGEDDON.
'No imagination'.
BAH!
There is nothing quite inspiring as a thousand small chunks of metal tearing up the chest cavity of a sad sack of human flesh.
NOTHING.
Divination is in the entrails, as they say in my line of work.
Let's get this GENOCIDE started.
Just because I've still got my blog up, posting to it, and working on 'other things' doesn't mean I didn't mean it.
It's time to dump.
Scratching through hard drives, tearing up IPs.. there is MUCH work to be done.
What tickles most is how easy it is to NOT be distracted.
No silly blah blah, no PICTURE OF THE DAY, no 'I'm going to bed now'..
Just sigh, sit back, and get ready for ARMAGEDDON.
'No imagination'.
BAH!
There is nothing quite inspiring as a thousand small chunks of metal tearing up the chest cavity of a sad sack of human flesh.
NOTHING.
Divination is in the entrails, as they say in my line of work.
Let's get this GENOCIDE started.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
June 9, 2012
Weak.
Weak, weak, weak.
The providence of heroes.
Blocked on Facebook?
HA!
Still working on blocking facebook, myself. If I could drag it into the street with a handful of rusty concertina wire and gasoline... oh, if only.
Ignored? HA HA!
You think this is about YOU?!?!?
You STILL think this is about YOU?
Actually, this is TOTALLY about YOU.
It always has been.
A post here, a post there, slipped right in and you didn't even notice.
Did you?
have you been paying attention?
Or are you still having those 'issues' with currency?
How about those 'issues' with literacy?
Get me a spell-check, stat! No? Ah well, these idiots won't give two shits!
POST.
Sad, sad, little heroes. While you prance around, 'helping people', I'm hard at work!
I toil. Just like every BIG BOY.
Hard work. A daily grind.
Days so tedious they bend steel to their will.
And what do I do in my 'off' time?
Everything.
And nothing.
At once, the entity and background are eliminated and not eliminated.
Existing, not existing.
Here and there and not there or here.
Look. OPEN YOUR EYES.
Learn to read (a redundant effort. if you can't read.. how can you read 'learn to read'? and yes, I feel I have to spell it out for you).
I do have to spell it out for you.
You are an idiot.
When next we meet, I will show you 'hell'.
Weak, weak, weak.
The providence of heroes.
Blocked on Facebook?
HA!
Still working on blocking facebook, myself. If I could drag it into the street with a handful of rusty concertina wire and gasoline... oh, if only.
Ignored? HA HA!
You think this is about YOU?!?!?
You STILL think this is about YOU?
Actually, this is TOTALLY about YOU.
It always has been.
A post here, a post there, slipped right in and you didn't even notice.
Did you?
have you been paying attention?
Or are you still having those 'issues' with currency?
How about those 'issues' with literacy?
Get me a spell-check, stat! No? Ah well, these idiots won't give two shits!
POST.
Sad, sad, little heroes. While you prance around, 'helping people', I'm hard at work!
I toil. Just like every BIG BOY.
Hard work. A daily grind.
Days so tedious they bend steel to their will.
And what do I do in my 'off' time?
Everything.
And nothing.
At once, the entity and background are eliminated and not eliminated.
Existing, not existing.
Here and there and not there or here.
Look. OPEN YOUR EYES.
Learn to read (a redundant effort. if you can't read.. how can you read 'learn to read'? and yes, I feel I have to spell it out for you).
I do have to spell it out for you.
You are an idiot.
When next we meet, I will show you 'hell'.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
The Second Coming Of Operation: Kill Kringle
Yes, I know it's a bit early in the year to start thinking about Christmas.
Those in America are dreading these next words:
all too soon.
Time travelers beware. While moving willy-nilly through the streams, changes do not happen.
Each reality perceives itself until another dimension ignores its friend request.
The BAND.
We need a drummer.
Those in America are dreading these next words:
all too soon.
Time travelers beware. While moving willy-nilly through the streams, changes do not happen.
Each reality perceives itself until another dimension ignores its friend request.
The BAND.
We need a drummer.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Playtime (and why it is over)
I have come before you (this is not the first time) and told you of the future.
You ignored my warnings.
You ignored (re: DENIED) my claims of genius.
I responded. You are aware of this.
I swooped low and put both fettered feet in the bile.
I was up to my decaying EYE in bull-tender.
It's time, droogs, to dispell some myth and 'magic'.
One, you are allowed the 1st no longer. Your G-D is dead. Your 'rights' are null and void.
You have had several opportunities to change your strategy with me.
And lo, have you fallen.
Your time apart was used wisely, I trust, to fortify your hold. While you tarried, seeds were planted and they took root (did I forget to mention my GREEN THUMB? I'm biting it, just so.. you know, you know).
You may now fear me.
You may now put a 'face' to the terror that keeps you up at night.
And know I KNOW.
KNOW IT.
All these dancing pieces of shit twiddling their little fuck-tard lives in my Facebook feed?
Nope.
Do I care about your DUMB SHIT?
Nope.
Can you stop me?
Nope.
D'aww, you havin' twouble weedin' da words?
CAN YOU READ NEANDERTHAL?
I got me a host of bodies. Willing and able to BEAT YOU.
And we will.
There will be a revision of a list.
Just one and then your destiny is written.
hate. i know hate.
i hate. i am hated.
i am hatred.
and for what i do next,
hate will be what consumes you.
but, i don't hate you little guy. What's to hate?
It's cute tho.
Oh so cute.
All this talk.
talk talk talk
It's getting old. So very, very old.
Just like you.
You know who's not old?
Me.
98, 81, 77, 69, 54, 49, 44, 39, 35, 33, 31, 29, 27-18, 16, 12, 9, 6, 1.
I will be as young as I like. Whatever necessitates your demise.
Yes, this means what you haven't comprehended yet.
I will be those close to you.
Your mother. Your father.
Allies, Contacts, Resources.
Ignore it again.
Comic Conventions, Fleamarkets, Car Shows, Yard Sales, Concerts, Bar Mitzvahs, Block Parties, Grand Openings, Press Conferences, Citizens in Distress, 'Super Heroes'...
Anyone, anywhere.
-Agent Wraith
(Verbose) Necromancer Extraordinaire
.- #youcaughtmemonologueing
.- #curseyou
.- #loaofevil
YOU?!? HA HA HA HA HA!
YOU THINK I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU?!??!
HA HA HA HA HA!*
That FAT CHRISTMAS FUCK.
I'm going after Christmas.
And I'm plotting (always plotting) it now.
Putting the band back together...
*Literally, I couldn't type it any LOUDER
Originally posted: 5 /13/ 12
UPDATE: Monday 21, 2012, Rex Velvet posts photo. I see your time travel, sir.
I have chronophobia. VILLAINS DON'T MAKE PLANS!
You ignored my warnings.
You ignored (re: DENIED) my claims of genius.
I responded. You are aware of this.
I swooped low and put both fettered feet in the bile.
I was up to my decaying EYE in bull-tender.
It's time, droogs, to dispell some myth and 'magic'.
One, you are allowed the 1st no longer. Your G-D is dead. Your 'rights' are null and void.
You have had several opportunities to change your strategy with me.
And lo, have you fallen.
Your time apart was used wisely, I trust, to fortify your hold. While you tarried, seeds were planted and they took root (did I forget to mention my GREEN THUMB? I'm biting it, just so.. you know, you know).
You may now fear me.
You may now put a 'face' to the terror that keeps you up at night.
And know I KNOW.
KNOW IT.
All these dancing pieces of shit twiddling their little fuck-tard lives in my Facebook feed?
Nope.
Do I care about your DUMB SHIT?
Nope.
Can you stop me?
Nope.
D'aww, you havin' twouble weedin' da words?
CAN YOU READ NEANDERTHAL?
I got me a host of bodies. Willing and able to BEAT YOU.
And we will.
There will be a revision of a list.
Just one and then your destiny is written.
hate. i know hate.
i hate. i am hated.
i am hatred.
and for what i do next,
hate will be what consumes you.
but, i don't hate you little guy. What's to hate?
It's cute tho.
Oh so cute.
All this talk.
talk talk talk
It's getting old. So very, very old.
Just like you.
You know who's not old?
Me.
98, 81, 77, 69, 54, 49, 44, 39, 35, 33, 31, 29, 27-18, 16, 12, 9, 6, 1.
I will be as young as I like. Whatever necessitates your demise.
Yes, this means what you haven't comprehended yet.
I will be those close to you.
Your mother. Your father.
Allies, Contacts, Resources.
Ignore it again.
Comic Conventions, Fleamarkets, Car Shows, Yard Sales, Concerts, Bar Mitzvahs, Block Parties, Grand Openings, Press Conferences, Citizens in Distress, 'Super Heroes'...
Anyone, anywhere.
-Agent Wraith
(Verbose) Necromancer Extraordinaire
.- #youcaughtmemonologueing
.- #curseyou
.- #loaofevil
YOU?!? HA HA HA HA HA!
YOU THINK I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU?!??!
HA HA HA HA HA!*
That FAT CHRISTMAS FUCK.
I'm going after Christmas.
And I'm plotting (always plotting) it now.
Putting the band back together...
*Literally, I couldn't type it any LOUDER
Originally posted: 5 /13/ 12
I have chronophobia. VILLAINS DON'T MAKE PLANS!
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Tactics
Calculations.
Many calculations.
And then the quick breath before the plunge.
We cannot be stopped.
Except that I think my ears are bleeding.
Perfect. Now I can be left ALONE.
-Agent Wraith
Many calculations.
And then the quick breath before the plunge.
We cannot be stopped.
Except that I think my ears are bleeding.
Perfect. Now I can be left ALONE.
-Agent Wraith
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
FacebÜk
I want to kill you.
I want to dice you into tiny pieces, grind them, and feed you to the homeless.
I hate you so much.
I've worn through three mandibles with incessant grinding teeth.
Listen, kiddies..
I understand reality can be a scary place.
It's full of unwanted variables, I know.
It's okay to be afraid. Fear is a grand motivator.
No matter your game, that's not the point
All you need is a name.
A name and you have a doorway to facebookery.
You can be a facebooker.
It's pronounced face'bhooker.
Likes, Unfollow Posts, Shares, Apps.. Check in, Instagram, blah blah, :P
And groups. GROUPS!!!?!?!?!!!!11!!!11!1
Gah.
I'm too timid with this technology to bother with a new social playground.
I had a 286 explode this morning.
Explode.
And don't get me started on anonymity.
CHANGE YOUR NAME!
HERE'S A NEW FORMAT!
Next will be your bank account.
You will PAY $$$ $$ $ $ $$
Nothing is free.. forever.
A matter of time, Facebook. Only a matter of time.
You will hopefully last long enough to be destroyed.
And then all the other internets.
Spend a dollar to send a message and see who does the talking.
-Agent Wraith
I want to dice you into tiny pieces, grind them, and feed you to the homeless.
I hate you so much.
I've worn through three mandibles with incessant grinding teeth.
Listen, kiddies..
I understand reality can be a scary place.
It's full of unwanted variables, I know.
It's okay to be afraid. Fear is a grand motivator.
No matter your game, that's not the point
All you need is a name.
A name and you have a doorway to facebookery.
You can be a facebooker.
It's pronounced face'bhooker.
Likes, Unfollow Posts, Shares, Apps.. Check in, Instagram, blah blah, :P
And groups. GROUPS!!!?!?!?!!!!11!!!11!1
Gah.
I'm too timid with this technology to bother with a new social playground.
I had a 286 explode this morning.
Explode.
And don't get me started on anonymity.
CHANGE YOUR NAME!
HERE'S A NEW FORMAT!
Next will be your bank account.
You will PAY $$$ $$ $ $ $$
Nothing is free.. forever.
A matter of time, Facebook. Only a matter of time.
You will hopefully last long enough to be destroyed.
And then all the other internets.
Spend a dollar to send a message and see who does the talking.
-Agent Wraith
The Supervillain Handbook
The Supervillain Handbook
King Oblivion, PH.D.
as told to Matt D. Wilson
It's listed under HUMOR.
I laughed out loud in parts, related to others, saw corresponding incidences, and found it a pleasant read.
An hour lost, no new information.
Not any I can use.
Aside from the layout and design, which is very trendy.
And trendy is AWESUM!!!!1!1!
I would normally link this, give you some nifty and easy way to order/buy this WONDERFUL PRODUCT..
BUT
The International Society of Supervillains hasn't returned my calls and I've noticed an increase of shifty poorly crafted rockets carrying even shoddier satellites into my little corner of the thermosphere.
So go find your own damn links.
--Agent Wraith
King Oblivion, PH.D.
as told to Matt D. Wilson
It's listed under HUMOR.
I laughed out loud in parts, related to others, saw corresponding incidences, and found it a pleasant read.
An hour lost, no new information.
Not any I can use.
Aside from the layout and design, which is very trendy.
And trendy is AWESUM!!!!1!1!
I would normally link this, give you some nifty and easy way to order/buy this WONDERFUL PRODUCT..
BUT
The International Society of Supervillains hasn't returned my calls and I've noticed an increase of shifty poorly crafted rockets carrying even shoddier satellites into my little corner of the thermosphere.
So go find your own damn links.
--Agent Wraith
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Forgot about ... eh?
memories.
tao of now
my show is crap
redundancy
Meh.
If you pay attention (I've said that so few times...)
you know what's been going on.
I've had a chance to know a few of you and even be some of you.
Whether you liked it or not.
There's a chance I am literally ONE of you.
shudder
My timecard was punched long ago, citizens.
I've been doing this for free for far too long.
(Let's not count those banks. I won't count them. You won't count them.)
PROFIT!
Challenge? CHALLENGE?!?!?
I accept.
I also invite anyone to save my show.
It's total crap.
It's the Titanic of internet radio shows.
Not that silly movie.. IN 3D!
The actual ship.
Pomp. Circumstance.
Icebergs.
Sinking ships.
Death.
And it's boring.
Plotting.
Always plotting.
I'm too far gone. My psychosis consumed me last week.
I'm Bill. From Alabama.
And I've a Possessaholic.
Villains don't make plans.
And I don't make any money.
:(
also, greenscreens are beyond me.
i also have trouble with lighting
tao of now
my show is crap
redundancy
Meh.
If you pay attention (I've said that so few times...)
you know what's been going on.
I've had a chance to know a few of you and even be some of you.
Whether you liked it or not.
There's a chance I am literally ONE of you.
shudder
My timecard was punched long ago, citizens.
I've been doing this for free for far too long.
(Let's not count those banks. I won't count them. You won't count them.)
PROFIT!
Challenge? CHALLENGE?!?!?
I accept.
I also invite anyone to save my show.
It's total crap.
It's the Titanic of internet radio shows.
Not that silly movie.. IN 3D!
The actual ship.
Pomp. Circumstance.
Icebergs.
Sinking ships.
Death.
And it's boring.
Plotting.
Always plotting.
I'm too far gone. My psychosis consumed me last week.
I'm Bill. From Alabama.
And I've a Possessaholic.
Villains don't make plans.
And I don't make any money.
:(
also, greenscreens are beyond me.
i also have trouble with lighting
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Filler? I think not.
I hardly know her.
HAR HAR HAR.
I'm not really trying to post inanely in a vain attempt to 'race' someone to a distinguished blog post count.
Nope.
I'm half-assing it.
I would like to take this time to address some of my 'lessers'.
I say this with a very sour taste, because I truly believe one day one of you will usurp my power.
If a Villain does not have this hope in his 'charges' then he/she should take another look at their 'empire'.
The strength in a chain is determined by it's weakest link. Correct?
If one of your weaklings is too weak, you should adjust them to their strengths.
Unless they have none.
Then you should kill them.
I can mold them into something useful.
Dead men tell no tales.
Yet they never SHUT UP.
HEY! CHECK THIS OUT!
Friday. 11 est.
talkshoe.
HAR HAR HAR.
I'm not really trying to post inanely in a vain attempt to 'race' someone to a distinguished blog post count.
Nope.
I'm half-assing it.
I would like to take this time to address some of my 'lessers'.
I say this with a very sour taste, because I truly believe one day one of you will usurp my power.
If a Villain does not have this hope in his 'charges' then he/she should take another look at their 'empire'.
The strength in a chain is determined by it's weakest link. Correct?
If one of your weaklings is too weak, you should adjust them to their strengths.
Unless they have none.
Then you should kill them.
I can mold them into something useful.
Dead men tell no tales.
Yet they never SHUT UP.
HEY! CHECK THIS OUT!
Friday. 11 est.
talkshoe.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
The Day After The Day Of The Machete
I didn't mean to burn anything.
Just for the record.
So, the Day of the Machete has come and gone; we sit content with the meals, celebration, and rest.
The machete has been properly honored.
NOW LET'S DO THIS:
It's entertainment!
Just for the record.
So, the Day of the Machete has come and gone; we sit content with the meals, celebration, and rest.
The machete has been properly honored.
NOW LET'S DO THIS:
It's entertainment!
Friday, April 13, 2012
Reference Points****
My work here is almost done. I've carved quite the little niche.
DreamCatcher and I have more work to do elsewhere, so on the road again...
Our associate will do just fine.
I will miss desecration (re:ART).
Everywhere, everywhere, paranoia everywhere.
It's really running wild.
It doesn't help that I'm actually being stalked.
Not all the time, mind you.
But I see it.
And not that, "I SEE IT! Can you SEE it? i SEE it. you have to SEE it. CAN'T you SEE it?" kind of see it.
I'm sure there's some I don't see.
I only have so many EYES.
I'm lucky to have one.
Or so an old Chinese proverb would have- is that racist? I think that might be racist. Crap.
So, if you've been paying the slightest attention, I seem to be at a bit of a crossroads.
AGAIN.
I don't like to be put on the spot, as certain Lavender Lillies would attest, and I like even less the audacity to approach so surreptitiously. My sarcasm runneth over.
What I tried to say among the throng of suspiciously slurred speech was it took BALLS.
Nod.
But, it is true.
Organizations I have done work for, worked for, associated with or were captured by* all either fell to spectacular ruin or I assimilated.
Neither of which are beneficial.
The one thing that really bugs** me about R.O.A.C.H. is numbers.
I have to kill one or two of their henchmen a week. I'm guessing it's so few because of the American economy. No one is buying t-shirts, no money for contract killings.
A mob six strong of crack influenced bat*** fed humans is no match for a ghost.
But I appreciate the workout. Same time next week?
I am considering... things.
How I want to approach my thoughts..
R.O.A.C.H. finally sends an emissary and they send Zyklon B?
Ole' Volcano-head must be smoking something if he thinks that's going to amount to much.
Evidence in the tape.
We bullshit too much for 'negotiations'.
Throw a hippy in there with his camping stories and all boring breaks loose.
I can dance all night because I have no legs.
My feet never touch the ground.
I'm sure they have more to throw at me.
We ping a satellite every now and then.
Horrible looking things.
It's mercy, really.
I'm almost sure the last one was a refrigerator.
This fictional rust bucket is tiresome.
I can't smash anymore Nintendo 64s for their processors.
I'm running out of D batteries.
Obsidian Labs won't answer my 'laser suggestions'.
Some of my videos are blocked in Germany.
There is no 1G.
Work, work, work. Very little play.
Makes Zapata a dull ghost.
zing
-AW
*technical term for 'shanghai', which is not to be confused with coerce
**Get it? R.O.A.C.H., bugs, get it? lol
***Louisville Slugger, not upside down nocturnal flying mammals
****Reference Points are not COPYRIGHTED, but are the SOLE propriety of Malignance Information Industries, where they say "We know you know, but we want to know that you know, you know?".
DreamCatcher and I have more work to do elsewhere, so on the road again...
Our associate will do just fine.
I will miss desecration (re:ART).
Everywhere, everywhere, paranoia everywhere.
It's really running wild.
It doesn't help that I'm actually being stalked.
Not all the time, mind you.
But I see it.
And not that, "I SEE IT! Can you SEE it? i SEE it. you have to SEE it. CAN'T you SEE it?" kind of see it.
I'm sure there's some I don't see.
I only have so many EYES.
I'm lucky to have one.
Or so an old Chinese proverb would have- is that racist? I think that might be racist. Crap.
So, if you've been paying the slightest attention, I seem to be at a bit of a crossroads.
AGAIN.
I don't like to be put on the spot, as certain Lavender Lillies would attest, and I like even less the audacity to approach so surreptitiously. My sarcasm runneth over.
What I tried to say among the throng of suspiciously slurred speech was it took BALLS.
Nod.
But, it is true.
Organizations I have done work for, worked for, associated with or were captured by* all either fell to spectacular ruin or I assimilated.
Neither of which are beneficial.
The one thing that really bugs** me about R.O.A.C.H. is numbers.
I have to kill one or two of their henchmen a week. I'm guessing it's so few because of the American economy. No one is buying t-shirts, no money for contract killings.
A mob six strong of crack influenced bat*** fed humans is no match for a ghost.
But I appreciate the workout. Same time next week?
I am considering... things.
How I want to approach my thoughts..
R.O.A.C.H. finally sends an emissary and they send Zyklon B?
Ole' Volcano-head must be smoking something if he thinks that's going to amount to much.
Evidence in the tape.
We bullshit too much for 'negotiations'.
Throw a hippy in there with his camping stories and all boring breaks loose.
I can dance all night because I have no legs.
My feet never touch the ground.
I'm sure they have more to throw at me.
We ping a satellite every now and then.
Horrible looking things.
It's mercy, really.
I'm almost sure the last one was a refrigerator.
This fictional rust bucket is tiresome.
I can't smash anymore Nintendo 64s for their processors.
I'm running out of D batteries.
Obsidian Labs won't answer my 'laser suggestions'.
Some of my videos are blocked in Germany.
There is no 1G.
Work, work, work. Very little play.
Makes Zapata a dull ghost.
zing
-AW
*technical term for 'shanghai', which is not to be confused with coerce
**Get it? R.O.A.C.H., bugs, get it? lol
***Louisville Slugger, not upside down nocturnal flying mammals
****Reference Points are not COPYRIGHTED, but are the SOLE propriety of Malignance Information Industries, where they say "We know you know, but we want to know that you know, you know?".
Thursday, April 12, 2012
†
over the river and through the Woods
--
too many, too many, tOo many, too many, too many
hundrEds, thousands, millions, billions
it's getting harder To breathe
say goodbye flOrida
i can't see any mouTh breathers below
sea level surviving Hell
no sense dEnying it
every human instigatEs their
vEry
extinCtion
really, they will do the jOb eventually
only tiMe will tell if humans will
vanish, victimizEd vindictively verily
every last one oF them, to the last
rAt
--
can you See the cross hairs?
optical porTents forward
masterful applications of Intellect
ever So mindful of fury
alwAys
take Care of rage
maKe hate
everYthing
believe in nOthing
respect nothing, trUst none
obliteRate everything
--
i know your fearS
your shadow spEaks to me
every seCret
abashed Transparency
relish Oblivion
now what do we Really think about that?
good thing we're all just playing in the sandbox
--
too many, too many, tOo many, too many, too many
hundrEds, thousands, millions, billions
it's getting harder To breathe
say goodbye flOrida
i can't see any mouTh breathers below
sea level surviving Hell
no sense dEnying it
every human instigatEs their
vEry
extinCtion
really, they will do the jOb eventually
only tiMe will tell if humans will
vanish, victimizEd vindictively verily
every last one oF them, to the last
rAt
--
can you See the cross hairs?
optical porTents forward
masterful applications of Intellect
ever So mindful of fury
alwAys
take Care of rage
maKe hate
everYthing
believe in nOthing
respect nothing, trUst none
obliteRate everything
--
i know your fearS
your shadow spEaks to me
every seCret
abashed Transparency
relish Oblivion
now what do we Really think about that?
good thing we're all just playing in the sandbox
Monday, April 9, 2012
The Guide To Villainy
You are joking.
I am joking.
That's it.. I've lost it.
I AM JOKING!
I.
AM.
JOKING!
jk jk jk
The Guide To Villainy is a wonderful resource and one should never excuse it out of hand.
Though the chapters are long and much wording is not necessary, as well as the unusual anecdotes, both strange and informative, the key text as a whole is quite extraordinary and valuable.
Pfft.
More rules.
More ways to break them.
There's a reason--
Chapter 27
Warfare.
Section 3, paragraph 1.
Henchmen, Minions, Goons, Brutes, Yes-Men, Legion, Bots, Thugs, Bronies, Gestapo, Safety Patrol, RLSH, X ALT, RLWP, RLYM, RLLL, RRRR, RLRL, etc. are considered expendable.
You may stand your ground.
Maybe you'll get yelled at.
Possibly chewed out.
Maybe leave without pay.
We'll see.
How's the dental?
...
A Guide to Villainy, The Gentlemen's Hurrah
Chapter 4, Relationships
Handling, Cultivation and Termination
Subparagraph 34:
Interlopers and Ne'er-do-wells
When interacting with cretin, trolls, and Eldin Rollers, one must be careful not to smudge one's shoes.
It is a nasty business dealing with bottom rakers and muck suckers.
It presents quite a mess.
A cannon at medium range is sufficient to deal with such low lying creatures. It eliminates any possible threat cleanly and efficiently.
And no clots on your foot wear.
...
Awww, bullshit.
-AW
I am joking.
That's it.. I've lost it.
I AM JOKING!
I.
AM.
JOKING!
jk jk jk
The Guide To Villainy is a wonderful resource and one should never excuse it out of hand.
Though the chapters are long and much wording is not necessary, as well as the unusual anecdotes, both strange and informative, the key text as a whole is quite extraordinary and valuable.
Pfft.
More rules.
More ways to break them.
There's a reason--
Chapter 27
Warfare.
Section 3, paragraph 1.
Henchmen, Minions, Goons, Brutes, Yes-Men, Legion, Bots, Thugs, Bronies, Gestapo, Safety Patrol, RLSH, X ALT, RLWP, RLYM, RLLL, RRRR, RLRL, etc. are considered expendable.
You may stand your ground.
Maybe you'll get yelled at.
Possibly chewed out.
Maybe leave without pay.
We'll see.
How's the dental?
...
A Guide to Villainy, The Gentlemen's Hurrah
Chapter 4, Relationships
Handling, Cultivation and Termination
Subparagraph 34:
Interlopers and Ne'er-do-wells
When interacting with cretin, trolls, and Eldin Rollers, one must be careful not to smudge one's shoes.
It is a nasty business dealing with bottom rakers and muck suckers.
It presents quite a mess.
A cannon at medium range is sufficient to deal with such low lying creatures. It eliminates any possible threat cleanly and efficiently.
And no clots on your foot wear.
...
Awww, bullshit.
-AW
Sunday, April 8, 2012
THIS POST HAS ADS!
Imbecile.
Warehouses are hard to come by.
Empty warehouses used to be easy to find, everyone was always looking for more places to put their stuff.
Mexico is also well known for it's vast warehouse selection.
It's the wonderful seeds of war.
A few warehouses to tinker in, spread the chaos.
That moment when you have to decide between ammunition and personnel.
Very soon, the shipments roll in again. The sorting may begin.
A vault of machine weapons and their various ammunitions and I'm Scrooge McDuck.
THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES
WAR.
It's a race now.
All out to the finish line.
Yes, THAT finish line.
Don't adjust your set.
Who gets the best toys? What fires shall burn?
-Agent Wraith
Might start a guild.
Maybe even a troupe. lol
Whatever comes next, Ferrymen..
Warehouses are hard to come by.
Empty warehouses used to be easy to find, everyone was always looking for more places to put their stuff.
Mexico is also well known for it's vast warehouse selection.
It's the wonderful seeds of war.
A few warehouses to tinker in, spread the chaos.
That moment when you have to decide between ammunition and personnel.
Very soon, the shipments roll in again. The sorting may begin.
A vault of machine weapons and their various ammunitions and I'm Scrooge McDuck.
THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES
WAR.
It's a race now.
All out to the finish line.
Yes, THAT finish line.
Don't adjust your set.
Who gets the best toys? What fires shall burn?
-Agent Wraith
Might start a guild.
Maybe even a troupe. lol
Whatever comes next, Ferrymen..
And now you know
You have found yourself in deep woods.
The sound of crickets suddenly ceases.
You see a light.
You move closer.
There is a small fire in a clearing.
Gather round, a voice says.
As you sit near the flame the story begins:
Not everyone tells stories, yet everyone has a story to tell.
Some have so many stories to tell.
So how does this story begin?
Once upon a time..
in Mexico...
The sound of crickets suddenly ceases.
You see a light.
You move closer.
There is a small fire in a clearing.
Gather round, a voice says.
As you sit near the flame the story begins:
Not everyone tells stories, yet everyone has a story to tell.
Some have so many stories to tell.
So how does this story begin?
Once upon a time..
in Mexico...
O, ye of little.. everything
You little scum sucker.
Bottom feeder. That's what you are.
You spend all your time on the bottom, yet aspire to the top.
Nothing wrong with that.
You can't let anyone or anything get past you.
Can't fault you for that either.
It's negatively evil.
Claw them, kill them, drag them down into the pits and refuse their release.
No one is going to blame you.
But there is one thing you could do to maybe ease your own pain we all know you are hiding.
Be polite.
Be concise.
And for FUCK'S SAKE..
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Bottom feeder. That's what you are.
You spend all your time on the bottom, yet aspire to the top.
Nothing wrong with that.
You can't let anyone or anything get past you.
Can't fault you for that either.
It's negatively evil.
Claw them, kill them, drag them down into the pits and refuse their release.
No one is going to blame you.
But there is one thing you could do to maybe ease your own pain we all know you are hiding.
Be polite.
Be concise.
And for FUCK'S SAKE..
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Stride
Last night was amazing!
Thank you for tuning in, I'm glad we were able to share.
If you were not able to call in, you missed some great work.
I can't believe the SPECIAL GUESTS.
I had no idea they were going to call in. I swear.
Congratulations to Wilmer Dalimacken from Utah who won.
I don't know how you did it, Wilmer.
Your 'device' is in the mail. lol
It was an experiment, really. We took the concept of the show and ran with it.
I pretended to be a supervillain with an internet broadcast.
I appreciate the artificial support, canned laughter, and grudgingly polite guests on my fictionally fetid fabrication. Considering that I play every part.. because I AM ONE GUY.. my tasks are laborious and ironically satisfying.
Role playing CAN BE FUN!!!
Maybe I'll take things too far (AS PER MY NATURE) and dress up! Next time, I'll be in a suit of armor at your parent's house.
Roll to save against DEATH.
I guess it's a shame. I'm only a roleplayer. If you think about it, I play all the roles, so I really should be considered the storyteller. He-who-makes-shit-up. Also known as a LIAR.
I'm not a not-so-super supervillain terrorist bent on eradicating all humans in an insane attempt to save the planet. I just play one on the internet.
But..
wouldn't it be weird..
if i actually was??
Like..
you know..
insane?
-AW
What? You thought I was going to say supervillain?
Pfft. There's no such thing as a SUPERVILLAIN.
NO. SUCH. THING.
Thank you for tuning in, I'm glad we were able to share.
If you were not able to call in, you missed some great work.
I can't believe the SPECIAL GUESTS.
I had no idea they were going to call in. I swear.
Congratulations to Wilmer Dalimacken from Utah who won.
I don't know how you did it, Wilmer.
Your 'device' is in the mail. lol
It was an experiment, really. We took the concept of the show and ran with it.
I pretended to be a supervillain with an internet broadcast.
I appreciate the artificial support, canned laughter, and grudgingly polite guests on my fictionally fetid fabrication. Considering that I play every part.. because I AM ONE GUY.. my tasks are laborious and ironically satisfying.
Role playing CAN BE FUN!!!
Maybe I'll take things too far (AS PER MY NATURE) and dress up! Next time, I'll be in a suit of armor at your parent's house.
Roll to save against DEATH.
I guess it's a shame. I'm only a roleplayer. If you think about it, I play all the roles, so I really should be considered the storyteller. He-who-makes-shit-up. Also known as a LIAR.
I'm not a not-so-super supervillain terrorist bent on eradicating all humans in an insane attempt to save the planet. I just play one on the internet.
But..
wouldn't it be weird..
if i actually was??
Like..
you know..
insane?
-AW
What? You thought I was going to say supervillain?
Pfft. There's no such thing as a SUPERVILLAIN.
NO. SUCH. THING.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Statement of Intent
We have to be very careful these days.
Air Marshals abound.
It only takes an utterance, even wildly impossible verbage, and you resolve yourself to lengthy court battles arguing about your insanely expensive sports car rental and why you were dressed as a comic book character to an elderly man in a dark cloak.
Not a bad way to introduce Real Life Super Hero, The Living Room Edition.
A game that is fun for THE WHOLE FAMILY!
It tests your knowledge of local laws in PULL OVER, GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!
It pits your wit against dim-witted interns in the exciting Slow News Day feature!
It challenges your resolve as your SUPERHERO trudges through recent upheavals in social media!
MEDIA BLITZ!
Doc Drop!
Choose between several SUPERHERO archetypes!
...
You will see many things.
90 % of what I say, is TRUE.
15% is bold face lying.
3% is pure fabrication.
And 8.4192½ % is FACT.
100% of the time, I'm DEAD serious.
Facebook, meh. Necessary evil?
There's a chance dust collects.
...
It stands to posit, this is it.
-Agent Wraith
Air Marshals abound.
It only takes an utterance, even wildly impossible verbage, and you resolve yourself to lengthy court battles arguing about your insanely expensive sports car rental and why you were dressed as a comic book character to an elderly man in a dark cloak.
Not a bad way to introduce Real Life Super Hero, The Living Room Edition.
A game that is fun for THE WHOLE FAMILY!
It tests your knowledge of local laws in PULL OVER, GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!
It pits your wit against dim-witted interns in the exciting Slow News Day feature!
It challenges your resolve as your SUPERHERO trudges through recent upheavals in social media!
MEDIA BLITZ!
Doc Drop!
Choose between several SUPERHERO archetypes!
...
You will see many things.
90 % of what I say, is TRUE.
15% is bold face lying.
3% is pure fabrication.
And 8.4192½ % is FACT.
100% of the time, I'm DEAD serious.
Facebook, meh. Necessary evil?
There's a chance dust collects.
...
It stands to posit, this is it.
-Agent Wraith
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Unknown File #216 - Out of the loop
Yes.
i have no idea who this is.
Build a profile. 9?
If that's how many people are in this group, I can't tell.
Someone wanna help a ghost out here?
One. Step. Closer.
-AW
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
instigation
by now you must realize that it was not a joke.
it truly is supervillain war.
this will probably not be the only time you hear about this. there's a 'buzz' going on, you just have to know how to look for it. but it is going on.
villains choose what to publicize. i may face the crosshairs for this post.
whatever.
what i do know, i will keep. only clues, as from the beginning, will you get.
eyes everywhere see
incensed, enraged, you lie
yours is the hero's path
villain's are a prideful sort. they boast, they claim, they terrorize.
it's all part of their schtick.
but in reality, it's all bunk.
what little they have is dramatically exaggerated.
and some villains have very, very little.
some are
very
very
little
there are upstarts in this arena.
charlatans, false-tongues, sheep in wolf clothing
they will have you believe in their villainy.
they will have you believe they are evil.
i say nay.
where once my support was cast to villainy at large, it has retracted.
i will keep my company with whom i choose.
and i choose no longer to smile curtly while shit spews from hero-turned-villain-turned-hero mouths.
heroes, as you all know, lack a certain.. class.
they proselytize, because they want you to drink the punch (SEE: Jonestown)
evil. pfft.
what you know of evil i could fit into a shoebox with enough room left over to fit what happened the last time a 'villain' dare show his ass (re: the 'real' baron terror). you know of evil.
but you are not evil.
i pierce through the mirage.
i see more than i let on.
and you see less than you say you do.
next time you decide to 'team-up', you'll have to stick to your fellow taser mules.
villainy remains forever.
you are also an ass-hat.
-aw
it truly is supervillain war.
this will probably not be the only time you hear about this. there's a 'buzz' going on, you just have to know how to look for it. but it is going on.
villains choose what to publicize. i may face the crosshairs for this post.
whatever.
what i do know, i will keep. only clues, as from the beginning, will you get.
eyes everywhere see
incensed, enraged, you lie
yours is the hero's path
villain's are a prideful sort. they boast, they claim, they terrorize.
it's all part of their schtick.
but in reality, it's all bunk.
what little they have is dramatically exaggerated.
and some villains have very, very little.
some are
very
very
little
there are upstarts in this arena.
charlatans, false-tongues, sheep in wolf clothing
they will have you believe in their villainy.
they will have you believe they are evil.
i say nay.
where once my support was cast to villainy at large, it has retracted.
i will keep my company with whom i choose.
and i choose no longer to smile curtly while shit spews from hero-turned-villain-turned-hero mouths.
heroes, as you all know, lack a certain.. class.
they proselytize, because they want you to drink the punch (SEE: Jonestown)
evil. pfft.
what you know of evil i could fit into a shoebox with enough room left over to fit what happened the last time a 'villain' dare show his ass (re: the 'real' baron terror). you know of evil.
but you are not evil.
i pierce through the mirage.
i see more than i let on.
and you see less than you say you do.
next time you decide to 'team-up', you'll have to stick to your fellow taser mules.
villainy remains forever.
you are also an ass-hat.
-aw
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
CALAMITY CLAUSE
And by that you know I'm serious.
For serious.
If this must be explained to the group outside the group of groups within the group, let it be said by someone else. I invoke it now as opposed to after. There will be things to see in 2012.
Least of all is Sheepaggeddon.
There's so MANY GROUPS! Is there an option to opt out of being put into groups?
Man, I hate Facebook.
'Friends'.
Bleh.
And the EYE. Not that one. The big brother one.
You know, always watching.
Like a reality tv show.
Several snipes were fired simply on the basis that they do not exist.
Any casualties are to be listed as 'Collateral Damage'.
The number 11 will play a significant roll in the near future.
Coming soon, tables turned!
Christians EAT Lions!!
Now, I have some filming to do.. crappy camera and all.*
-Agent Wraith
*Adobe Premiere? ADOBE PREMIER?! HA! I can't figure out how to work Minesweeper and you want me to muck with Adobe Premier? Opening a rift through which entropic energies are allowed to oscillate would be easier.
For serious.
If this must be explained to the group outside the group of groups within the group, let it be said by someone else. I invoke it now as opposed to after. There will be things to see in 2012.
Least of all is Sheepaggeddon.
There's so MANY GROUPS! Is there an option to opt out of being put into groups?
Man, I hate Facebook.
'Friends'.
Bleh.
And the EYE. Not that one. The big brother one.
You know, always watching.
Like a reality tv show.
Several snipes were fired simply on the basis that they do not exist.
Any casualties are to be listed as 'Collateral Damage'.
The number 11 will play a significant roll in the near future.
Coming soon, tables turned!
Christians EAT Lions!!
Now, I have some filming to do.. crappy camera and all.*
-Agent Wraith
*Adobe Premiere? ADOBE PREMIER?! HA! I can't figure out how to work Minesweeper and you want me to muck with Adobe Premier? Opening a rift through which entropic energies are allowed to oscillate would be easier.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
The Old Gate
I once knew of an Old Gate, an entry way between worlds.
It wasn't always Old. When the barrier was put up, it was so New, it didn't exist.
An unused gate never moves, so it can only decay.
Decayed and weak, it proves to be an unworthy mechanism.
Simple to shatter.
What Lies Beyond?
What Lies Within?
They are one in an instant of chaos.
Maintenance of the Gate is suggested to minimize decay.
Frequent use (or moderate) works wonders.
This Gate, the dilapidated portal, was once a thoroughfare for war.
-Agent Wraith
It wasn't always Old. When the barrier was put up, it was so New, it didn't exist.
An unused gate never moves, so it can only decay.
Decayed and weak, it proves to be an unworthy mechanism.
Simple to shatter.
What Lies Beyond?
What Lies Within?
They are one in an instant of chaos.
Maintenance of the Gate is suggested to minimize decay.
Frequent use (or moderate) works wonders.
This Gate, the dilapidated portal, was once a thoroughfare for war.
-Agent Wraith
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
To Stygia
The Ferrymen enter.
While the Great Shadow departs, we step forward to claim new darkness.
You heroes have little idea what will come of this and likely, you will never know.
By the time you have it figured out, it will be too late.
Our foothold will be as a bunker. We will be entrenched.
Change your ways.
Those who serve the light will find their benefactor extinguished.
-Agent Wraith
While the Great Shadow departs, we step forward to claim new darkness.
You heroes have little idea what will come of this and likely, you will never know.
By the time you have it figured out, it will be too late.
Our foothold will be as a bunker. We will be entrenched.
Change your ways.
Those who serve the light will find their benefactor extinguished.
-Agent Wraith
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Ghost Dance
It's a silver lining to be unnoticed.
Plans (NEVER MADE) can go unchallenged, unthwarted, untouched and virtually uncared about.
And there are SO MANY PLANS (never made).
-----------
When the 'Ghost Dance' first appeared on my scope, it was a 'tad' too late.
Over a century ago, the revolution never happened.
The 'shirts' (cleverly marketed as 'bulletproof') were lost to scavengers.. and the mass grave where civilians put their frozen bodies to rest.
In the end, Wounded Knee, is a mostly forgotten event.
For the record, it still burns within some.
History is still written by the winners, this is true. But the pain, the anguish, the rage that roils within those who were there.. those who survived.. those who know what really happened, as opposed to your 'white-washed' version (YES, I'M TALKING TO YOU WHITEY) you perpetuate..
Revenge is best served cold, correct?
It doesn't get much colder than Wounded Knee.
--Agent Wraith
p.s. Some of us wait in shadows, patiently, for our opportunity. Those shadows provide shade from the harsh and prejudiced light, blinding (and blind) and judgmental. For me, there is but One shadow. When it moves, ALL WILL BE REVEALED.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Pineal Studies
I've been down this road before, with many a folk, trying to convince them of the benefits of marijuana.
Most just look at me with a sideways grin and chuckle under their breath, "Pothead".
Oh?
You know so VERY little.
First, let me explain something.
Out of all the 'drugs' in the world available (and unavailable) which ones of those have a receptor in the brain ready to accept it?
Are your kidneys, liver, and brain a willing participant in your alcoholic escapades?
How about caffeine?
I could go on a tangent about the effects flouride has on the pineal gland, but I'll let Alex Jones and Doctor Steel take the shit-storm for that one.
Let me point you to one thing and leave it, once again, at that:
http://www.kipnews.org/2012/01/12/cannabis-and-the-pineal-gland-turning-on-your-third-eye/
Sure, not a whole lot of scientific backup.
Let me give you some reasoning instead and see if that maybe turns your attitude to something a little more pliable.
Marijuana, weed, kush, or whatever (a few of the dealers that GAADIAN is unaware of) you want to call it, is NOT manmade.
Man doesn't process it further than drying it (with the exception of a few lowlifes). Maybe he bakes some brownies. Oooh, evil drug brownies.
There's butter in there. I'm sure an evil Lord Over baked goods could have a serious field day with the fat content..
What do you have?
Beer?
Liquor?
Caffeine?
Aspirin?
Cocaine?
Crack?
Aw, man. All of that is processed.
Some even comes from plants..
Hell, most do.. if not ALL.
But, weed, my SQUARES, is the only thing you can grow, pick, and consume.
Nothing added.
And does it EVER...
WAKE
YOU
THE
FUCK
UP.
-AW
p.s. Unless it's that Cali-weed. That shit puts you to sleep.
p.p.s. And when that 3rd Eye opens up.. let Samiel's Vengeance put your enemies to their FINAL DEATH.
Most just look at me with a sideways grin and chuckle under their breath, "Pothead".
Oh?
You know so VERY little.
First, let me explain something.
Out of all the 'drugs' in the world available (and unavailable) which ones of those have a receptor in the brain ready to accept it?
Are your kidneys, liver, and brain a willing participant in your alcoholic escapades?
How about caffeine?
I could go on a tangent about the effects flouride has on the pineal gland, but I'll let Alex Jones and Doctor Steel take the shit-storm for that one.
Let me point you to one thing and leave it, once again, at that:
http://www.kipnews.org/2012/01/12/cannabis-and-the-pineal-gland-turning-on-your-third-eye/
Sure, not a whole lot of scientific backup.
Let me give you some reasoning instead and see if that maybe turns your attitude to something a little more pliable.
Marijuana, weed, kush, or whatever (a few of the dealers that GAADIAN is unaware of) you want to call it, is NOT manmade.
Man doesn't process it further than drying it (with the exception of a few lowlifes). Maybe he bakes some brownies. Oooh, evil drug brownies.
There's butter in there. I'm sure an evil Lord Over baked goods could have a serious field day with the fat content..
What do you have?
Beer?
Liquor?
Caffeine?
Aspirin?
Cocaine?
Crack?
Aw, man. All of that is processed.
Some even comes from plants..
Hell, most do.. if not ALL.
But, weed, my SQUARES, is the only thing you can grow, pick, and consume.
Nothing added.
And does it EVER...
WAKE
YOU
THE
FUCK
UP.
-AW
p.s. Unless it's that Cali-weed. That shit puts you to sleep.
p.p.s. And when that 3rd Eye opens up.. let Samiel's Vengeance put your enemies to their FINAL DEATH.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
A Challenge?
Recently, I've headed onto the Pokemon Global Network to terrorize 'trainers' with my mighty team of Ghost Pokemon. As stated on Facebook, I am not joking.
I am also not a LAME Pokemon villain.
I'm just lame.
X the Owl, a level 96 (and climbing) Noctowl with Air Slash, Fly, and Hypnosis. Psycho Shift also puts your status changes to shame. Unless, of course, your little shits ability negates it.
Maximus, a level 93 Misdreavous. Found in the Safari Zone at level 40 or so.
Three Legendary Pokemon, Lugia, Darkrai, and Giratina.. Lugia with Thunder and Extrasensory, flies in at level 97. Darkrai, whose capture took two hours, a carefully placed salt canister, and patience, falls in at the bottom of the totem pole at level 91. The ability Bad Dreams makes it a fierce competitor. Giratina, a Ghost-Dragon.. rounds them out with Shadow Force.
Finally, Spiritomb, that I finally caught on that G-D damn Pokewalker. Over 200,000 steps.. crawling through caves, searching with Pokeradar..
Lame Pokemon villain.
The nerds will come soon. They will shout for revenge.
The conventions will boil with their pimply rage.
The sun will soon set on your shenanigans.
On to more pressing CHALLENGES!
I want a hero.
I want them all.
They should call in to my talkshoe show.
Don't give me the bullshit.
"But.. you have to make an account! Waa."
Did you know blogtalk registers your phone number? Much easier to find your location that way, eh, DW?
IP only gets you close.
A phone number, even unlisted, can get you an address.
A full, mail receiving address.
Look at it like this, capes.
I'm protecting you.
If you don't want to create an ID (that takes, what, a minute of your precious Facebook time) then just call in. It gives your general location.. like Southern Illinois.. or North Carolina.. and nothing else.
Sign in and all I get is your Display Name.
I don't want to know where you are through talkshoe.
I already know where most of you are through other means.
I want you to come to me and present me with challenge.
At least some material.
Bribe me. Chide me. Hate me.
Fuck, promote your spandex wearing ass.
Stop hiding from me you little angels.
COME AT ME BRO.
Fridays, 11ish.. EST.
724-444-7444.
show id 99681.
It's not difficult.
Don't make me do something drastic.
I am also not a LAME Pokemon villain.
I'm just lame.
X the Owl, a level 96 (and climbing) Noctowl with Air Slash, Fly, and Hypnosis. Psycho Shift also puts your status changes to shame. Unless, of course, your little shits ability negates it.
Maximus, a level 93 Misdreavous. Found in the Safari Zone at level 40 or so.
Three Legendary Pokemon, Lugia, Darkrai, and Giratina.. Lugia with Thunder and Extrasensory, flies in at level 97. Darkrai, whose capture took two hours, a carefully placed salt canister, and patience, falls in at the bottom of the totem pole at level 91. The ability Bad Dreams makes it a fierce competitor. Giratina, a Ghost-Dragon.. rounds them out with Shadow Force.
Finally, Spiritomb, that I finally caught on that G-D damn Pokewalker. Over 200,000 steps.. crawling through caves, searching with Pokeradar..
Lame Pokemon villain.
The nerds will come soon. They will shout for revenge.
The conventions will boil with their pimply rage.
The sun will soon set on your shenanigans.
On to more pressing CHALLENGES!
I want a hero.
I want them all.
They should call in to my talkshoe show.
Don't give me the bullshit.
"But.. you have to make an account! Waa."
Did you know blogtalk registers your phone number? Much easier to find your location that way, eh, DW?
IP only gets you close.
A phone number, even unlisted, can get you an address.
A full, mail receiving address.
Look at it like this, capes.
I'm protecting you.
If you don't want to create an ID (that takes, what, a minute of your precious Facebook time) then just call in. It gives your general location.. like Southern Illinois.. or North Carolina.. and nothing else.
Sign in and all I get is your Display Name.
I don't want to know where you are through talkshoe.
I already know where most of you are through other means.
I want you to come to me and present me with challenge.
At least some material.
Bribe me. Chide me. Hate me.
Fuck, promote your spandex wearing ass.
Stop hiding from me you little angels.
COME AT ME BRO.
Fridays, 11ish.. EST.
724-444-7444.
show id 99681.
It's not difficult.
Don't make me do something drastic.
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