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

(Another) Identity Crisis

aka Just How Many God Damned Identities Do You Have?


Greetings!  I am Agent Wraith, you're not.
I say this both to identify myself and you, dear reader.
There are folks out there (both in and out of the internets, little droogs) who disguise who they are.
They use masks, metaphorically and literally, to conceal their true nature; their identities.

I've heard the gossip, ladies and gentlemen.  I may seem like a small being (though, somehow FAT), but I have certain strengths and resources that get me into all sorts of mischief.  One of them, I will reveal:
AT&T.  This only goes so far, mind you.  There has to be communication to eavesdrop on.
You are paying attention, aren't you?  Don't take anything I say personal.

Hypothesis:
I have kept your 'faith' in me, dear reader, because-
1. I'm not a threat.
2. I keep secrets (yours and mine).
3. I don't want the alienation that would result from my 'betrayals'.

I have a 'secret' identity.
What's this 'secret'?
It's not so secret.
A handful of villains know who I am.  IRL.
One, in particular, knows me VERY well.
I am glad for this.  This villain is FEARED, even by me.

There is ONE hero (that I know of) who has seen my face.
One.
This is okay too.  She has proven to me to be upstanding and ruthless.
Both good (evil) qualities for villains.
And we trust each other (to an extent).

Now, I know you're reading this and might be thinking, "AW, are you playing another Mind Game?  How are we to believe anything you say?"
Well, you can't.  Even if I wasn't painstakingly cryptic, you still couldn't trust me.
This is the internet.
I could be a 600 lb MotoCross enthusiast with a penchant for grease paint or a pasty patsy whose hair will never grow in because I keep pulling it out.  What you have seen, you might not have seen.  You get me?

Aside from that, there are people out there who have created for themselves all manner of identities for all manner of reasons.  There is always going to be people who not only play 'both sides of the fence', but live on 'both sides of the fence'.  It's part of life now.  This is the game.

So, before I get any more long-winded, I want to break down some of the more amusing rumors I've heard lately.  Gossip, it's always entertaining.  If not nihilistic.

1.  I am (insert hero name here).
This is utterly laughable.  Now, were I a hero, this is how I would respond to throw off any suspicion.  I am Agent Wraith. No one else.
2.  I am Henchman 22.
This is a half-truth.  I will admit I have loomed over shoulders, directed hands, even full-on possessed 22 while she was on Facebook.  22 says hello.  We are two entities, mind you.
3. I am (insert villain name here).
Oh, do I wish.  Now, were I another villain, this is how I would respond to throw off any suspicion.  I am Agent Wraith.  Baron Terror is the only other villain who visits Los Sauces in person.  I've had other villains visit ethereally, electronically, and audially.
Had very nice chats.
4. I live in New Jersey.
Those who need to know, know the truth.  That is all.
5. I live in Deer Park, MI.
I don't know HOW that happened. lol I -did- live there once.  If you can call it living.  There were no deer; it was no walk in the park.
6.  I'm Charlie Sheen.
Give me a break.
7. I live with my mother.
Actually, this one is 100% true.

Have your identities.

Play Mind Games.

Tonight! Around 11-ish, we'll begin.
Hmm?  Talkshoe.  There was once this nifty gadget/widget/embedded player/link thing on the right-hand side of this electric document. You can find the direct link to the show.
It's already happened, I see.

No.  Literally.
I see.

Win fabulous prizes*!



Agent Wraith
p.s. I told you about The Dreaded Eye Poke.  Seriously.  I know why no one is paying attention.
And why I won't be privy to any more secrets.









*Prizes include:  xenophobia, Destruction, truth, shame, victory, and respect

Secret Meetings

(Yes.)

The night has been generous to me;
success
in one's goals.

Green with envy equals one ate too much.
Bit off more than you could chew.

Eventually, things catch up.

You don't want to know how deep the rabbit hole goes.

There is no one.

There is no ONE.
No skein to cut, no Furies (save the REAL ones, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE lol).
No Sarah Conner.

You cannot trust a robot because it doesn't understand trust is an invalid argument.
Not understanding the importance of following through on your word because robots have little need for such 'human luxuries' and would just soon take an oil bath than deal with rusty buckets of scrap like R5-T800s.

Your shit is busted.

Every bit and every morsel, until it's stretching out your torso.  More so, your scrambling foursome has turned towards you.  It's grim to think the joke, it seems, only seems to be about me.  This must mean I'm wanted unseen, thought it was just me; it could not be.

Tired.

Will to Sleep.




Agent Wraith
p.s. I don't appreciate surprises. I shot three Henchmen last month when the copier needed more toner.  Could you imagine a surprise party?  It's been noted.  Owls do not fly alone.