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

An Address To My 'Followers'

Greetings!
I am Agent Wraith.

This will comprise of three parts:

The first will be for those who are my followers.

The second will be for those who are my 'followers'.

Lastly, the third will be for those who are my 'followers'.

As your host and benefactor, I come before you today with a heavy heart.
One among us is in poor health, dying (moreso than normal) and perhaps won't make it through the month.
(Probably will not attend the 'Return to FaceBook' party on June 31! So sad.)
He will not require your well-wishes or cards, flowers or mournful faces.  He is to achieve the next level of evolution, the next step in the grand cycle of existence.
Or he'll just die.
Either way, he will not be forgotten or missed; he will be placed back into rotation shortly after and forced to march alongside you once again.
He may smell a bit, but that's par for the course.
(G-D damn Masked Hunters.)
We are holding out that a regimen of inflammatory medicines may curb this threat.


Franklin, please stop crawling in the ducts.
You have rerouted air from the central quarters to your corner of the compound (this is admirable and innovative), but you have forced several henchmen to complain and I'm sick of hearing about it. Unless you want us to reassign these uncomfortable henchmen to your quarters (where the air is downright frosty), I suggest you stop.


We will be commencing the World Tour very soon.  Please go over the checklist to make sure you are up-to-date with your equipment, passes, and vaccinations.


Volunteers are still needed for Level 7.

My cherished droogies.

It seems that my words have not fallen on deaf ears.
You are listening.
Lord Malignance has already begun the process of digging for clues; he will be a formidable foe, even if he doesn't find all the secrets.
I would love to address you each individually, but I am pressed for time.  As always.
(Mom's got Mac N' Cheese with Hot Dogs for the Sixteenth Annual Lairs, Lasers, and Lycanthropes Tourney, hosted at Los Sauces! My 57th Level Kyton will rule all of Arcadia!)

I have been approached (not always by 'the front') by many aspiring and established 'villains' out there (and some 'heroes') about my work.  Some have been cordial, others not so much.
I understand that this is a work-in-progress.
It is a journey.
A crucible.
These terms weigh heavily on me, rightfully so, and force one to always remain aware.
Aware of actions, aware of conversations, aware of consequences, and aware of responsibility.

There is something that looms for me specifically though.
Something that doesn't really fit with anyone else (but should be done).
The Harrowing.

Before you give me some BS mumbo-jumbo about roleplaying, stuff it.
You can't sit (or stand) there and espouse villainy (or heroism), tout comic books and their ilk, then jump on a damned 'high horse' and talk down to me because I use a few analogies (okay, there is more than would constitute the word 'few') from roleplaying books.  Or maybe you can.


"Hello? Yes, this is kettle. Mmhmm.. I just want you to know pot.. You're black."


Do you want something more esoteric?
Am I not cryptic enough for you?
Am I not original enough for you?
Are you not entertained?


Well, are you or not?


Let me address this finitely:
Am I doing this for YOU?


I don't ramble about ALL my exploits.
I don't remark about EVERY troll that crosses my path.
I don't comment on or about every little DRAMA that pops up into HUMAN lives on an hour-to-hour basis.
Why?
Because I left Facebook. HA!
No, seriously.
I don't because it's none of MY business and it's NONE of yours.


Live your life the way you want to.
Recognize your mistakes and own them.
Establish alliances, break them, spit on the government, serve as it's scapegoat or military might.
Have at it.
I do not condemn you for this or that.
These are not RULES TO LIVE BY or GUIDELINES IN VILLAINY.
Refer to A Gentleman's Guide to Villainy, Chapter 29, Charitable Combat And You - What You Can Do To Beat/Become The Legend for more information.


No, no, no.
I am a villain.
I may grift, I may hack, I may slash, but I do not withdraw my support or waver on my stance.
Okay, maybe I waver on my stance. I did go from denouncing CHANGE to promoting it.. but hey, that was just to get my point noticed.
It could have been worse.
I could do another Ustream broadcast and really work the groans.
Or perhaps you need some brain cells destroyed? Go listen to my blogtalk.


'Big' Villains, 'Little' Villains, 'Old Guard', and 'New Skewl'.. This is a new era indeed.
Don't let your pride rule you.
Don't let your desire for attention stunt your decision making.
You're capable of intelligence, I've seen it.
NOT declaring your intent on blowing up a Federal agency is a good (bad) thing.


Do you seriously WANT them to know?


Daring.


Whatever happened to catchin' a good ole' passionate ass whoopin' and getting your shoes, coat, and your hat tookin'?