Reality, Ponies, and Cannibalism?

Greetings.
It's been a while since I've done something like this, but I feel it should be done.
By the time you get through this sentence, you will have no idea what you are in for.


Let the madness begin.

I'm going to fuck your shit up.
Breaking molds is the game now, ladies and gents. Breaching the 4th wall, revealing the fruits of the previous game (see: BETRAYAL) and flaying precious assholes a new one (re: TREACHERY).
Chaos for chaos' sake?
Pfft.
For too long have you sat in your darkened basements, drunk off the trolling and seduction, seeking to tear down and ridicule those who stand a chance against the coming horde of STUPIDITY.
I'm going to burn it ALL down.

I don't seek to tear the world asunder, just tear the HUMANS from it!
But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun before, while, and/or after we do it!

What things really boil down to.. when you get that EVIL REDUCTION SAUCE going..

It's all about ME.

I make an ugly, ugly pony.

Hairless, this is mah sad face.

Somewhere in the multiverse is a living breathing AGENT, capable of entertaining conversations and compliments, most likely helping the homeless or PASTA-forbid-it, BREEDING!
Ponies are sad, sad, misguided creatures. Adorned with false hope on their backsides and tufts of silky, lustrous hair.. I.. uh.. what?

Anywho.

In reality (even the one I deign to acknowledge), capes catch on a great number of things, arrows can puncture the skin (especially from rooftops), Cancer is deadly, alcohol is poison, and justice?
Justice is best served when you catch it, kill it, skin it, and cook it yourself.

It tastes better that way.


Mmmm.
Makes me hungry.

Off to find minions,
Agent Wraith


p.s. Agent Wraith does not, nor ever will, endorse the consumption of HUMAN flesh.
Minion or not.

p.p.s. General Zoi! Thank you for your hard work to make such Ponies Possible! More importantly (because ponies are the providence of HEROES), thank you for your work on Sims2 and Maxis coded product. Inspiration, convenience, and imagination! There is a digital world of Villain Sims under my control now! It's the perfect practice for when my mastery of Puppetry is complete.

Tecumseh

Disclaimer:  Welcome to Villain Dependence Day.  There are some who would hold this day to be America's Independence Day, Villaindependence Day, or July 4th.  These are all valid.  However, however any individual wishes to celebrate a day of his/her existence is NOT challenged.  Agent Wraith is not responsible for any disagreement, argument, fisticuffs, charity, challenge, competition, riot, or ACT OF GOD that results from this blog post.

The young boy grew up in tumultuous times.

All his life he would have heard quieted complaints, shouted curses, and praise for the 'American People'.  The colonies had multiplied, immigration soared, land usage debates, and more were topics around fires.  Councils were held.

And more?  Glad you asked.

Keeping the whites out of the living land, lest they strangle it and render it useless.  Pushing back the encroachment of America.  Staying away from fire water.  Tribal unity.

The American Revolution was brewing.

His father died trying to keep Virginians out of Ohio. (Perpetrator: Lord Dunmore)

At about 11 years old, little Tecumseh probably heard through hushed circles, America (endless ships) has Declared it's Independence.

He grew up in the tribes.  The social unity of survival.  He became a passionate man.

Passionate to save his people from annihilation.

Subjugation.

Slavery.

The very opposite of freedom.

Tecumseh would eventually die trying to push the Americans away.  He worked so hard (passion) to bring tribespeople together.  Treaties, compromise, common sense.

And truth.

Truth of what the 'American People' were up to (oh no, not ACCUSATIONS!).  The extinction of his people.

There was something about prophecies in there as well, a 'plague' among white people that would render their number useless.. whatever.  Tecumseh is dead.

His people are finished.

Nothing to see here. Move along.

So, America.

Celebrate your independence.

Drink, drive, waste money on dangerous (possible property damage and/or death) gunpowder 'toys' and celebrate.

Special Thanks for this week of 'warzone atmosphere', to remind us all about the places that are in war, and the men, women, and/or children who fight.  Humans who give their lives willingly and/or unwillingly for 'freedom'.  The irony is sadistic.

-Agent Wraith

p.s. you r not funny