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.

Crisis On Infinite Identities

Greetings Villains!

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

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

What some have been absolutely obsessed with is MY identity.

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

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

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

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

I'm Agent Wraith*.

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

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

Enh, could be worse.

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

You are obviously not paying attention.

I fit no mold.

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

maybe dissection. but, incorporeal, remember?

No, of course you don't.

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

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

We had this saying:

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

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

I know their weaknesses.

I know their strengths.

I keep talking about Oblivion and the Abyss.

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

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

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

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

Are you paying attention now*?*

*Do you understand?

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

Oh, you read that right.

Sandwiches.

And One does not need a hand to stand afterwards.

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

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

And for that you will not be forgiven.

DEFCON 1, remember?

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

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

No, I mean, does not have a reflection.

Interdimensional entities.

They will be coming for you.

And so will I.

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

Smoke Signals? Meh

Do you know how simple it is to ignore me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or destroy.

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

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

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

Because my eyes are open?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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


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

p.p.s. Mind Games. lol

tenuous

Lately there have been discussions about reality.

About the power of reality, what it is, how it is interacted with, and other such nonsonse.  Yes, I spelled it that way on purpose.

Without getting into a lengthy discussion (because we could go round for round ALL DAMN WEEK) there were a few key things brought up that I wouldn't mind touching on.  We'll save the super-geek blabber for a later time.  I have Oblivion to dive in to.  No time.

We've heard it plenty, haven't we ROBOTS?

That reality is what we make of it.

Or is that fate?

Whatever.

We've heard that we create the reality we live in (let's not get into defining life right now. working on it.), that we allow certain things to persist.

For the most part, this is true.

However, I didn't create some awful conflict in the Middle East that takes valuable Henchmen, Minions, and trusted villainous associates from better paying, slightly less dangerous, and only minimally traumatizing work.  I did not create it.

But, I might be able to change it if I work hard enough to do so.

The power to shape reality.

We all have it (that might be a scarier thought than I was willing to think).

I am in no way condemning those who serve.  They are in a difficult position.  Forced to be morally steadfast while carrying out orders that might not be so morally wholesome.  I'm sure this is the exception, not the rule.

I cannot wholly lump all of service-persons together in this manner.  Each has their own reason for joining, serving, continuing to serve, etc.

And top it all off, they're human..

So what do YOU think I think of THEM?

lol

To all public servants, State-Province-National-Or Otherwise, I applaud you.

You keep us safe and in fear.

You keep us free and enslaved.

You keep us alive and kill us.

One day soon, we'll have to choose.

And so will you.

Governments should not be feared by its people...

..governments should fear it's people.

i'm almost finished

there is one last task

and

then

the

game

is