(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?
