Come look into the mind of Agent Wraith; a seer of sorts, a jack-of-all-trades, an incorporeal being. You will see his thoughts on humanity, the future, and his undeniable urge to interfere. No humans were harmed in the making of this page.
You do not want to fuck with the drug cartels down here.
For reals.
Unless you can eat 7.62 and piss concertina wire, you're best bet is to keep your damn mouth shut, keep your eyes to the ground, and (preferably) both feet on the gas.
Gangs' favored method of communication to the police (and other gangs) is to leave messages.
On dead bodies.
Dropped at security agencies.
The Zetas and Knights Templar are kickin up some serious dust, but there are lesser know who are scrambling for power and money that comes with it. Gulf cartels, from Northern Mexico and even Florida, are getting in on the action, forcing federal involvement.
As it should.
If you are brazen enough to shoot agents in the face with AK-47s, you should know you are turning the heat waaaaaaay the fuck up.
Here's a scandal bigger than Copyright Infringement or Watergate:
The guy in the middle is known as 'El Brad Pitt'.
He got picked up in Chihuahua on Thursday.
Thanks Associated Press for helping me maintain my facade!
-Agent Wraith
p.s. This shit actually happens all the time..
IN JERSEY!
Seriously. Don't let me depress you.
Here, have some douche:
Do you see that nifty digital picture at the top of this page?
Yeah, that's me:
"good ole mast.." ..er, Agent Wraith.
It was an exercise in portents.
And it seems the 'prediction' has come true.
I have found myself under watchful eye before, whether malicious or 'just for lulz', and remained unscathed.
This time, eh.. not so much.
I've talked about Facebook 'hackers' being successful in infiltrating the systems here at Los Sauces.
There were executions, treaties, terminations, and compromises made to eliminate this as a threat.
Just recently we had some 'disturbance' by a certain 'RLSH'.. one who practices in IP identification.
This is all fine and dandy. I never do anything without at least one camera recording (see: SLENDERMAN) and have it documented. Why? Well, just so I can't be called a liar. I'm sure it would be easy to just dump my claims.. but why bother? There were 3 people in that room to start.
Someone invited a fourth.
That fourth pulled a location 'out of a hat'.
Called me a.. what was that choice piece of wording you used?
'YOU LYING FUCK!'
Heroes.
So what if I lie?
You gonna spank me?
I'd prefer if you would leave my punishment to professionals, like 22.
But on topic, you really have nothing to gain from it.
Spanking or revealing my location.
Whether or not I live in New Jersey... does it really matter?
No one seriously believed I lived in Mexico, did they?
I mean, was there anyone out there who thought I was anything more than a 'roleplayer in his mother's basement'?
What was that guy's name?
DoomCircle?
Seriously though, all you are doing is making yourself look bad.
That is the point though, isn't it?
Reveal yourself to be a plebe.
Show your snitchy colors.
And on a lighter note:
I'm actually a really good shot with a long bow.
I thought I was kinda okay.. but I'm actually really good.
Amazing what a few hours away from the computer will do ya.
You should try it.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. Don't think I forget.
I call you a bitch.. because you act like one.
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 damnMasked 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'?
"A confidence trick is also known as a confidence game, con, scam, grift, hustle, bunko, swindle, flim flam, gaffle or bamboozle. The victim is known as the mark. The trickster is also called a confidence man or woman, con man, con artist or grifter. Any accomplices are known as plants."
"A confidence trick is an attempt to defraud a person or group by gaining their confidence. A confidence artist is a trickster who exploits characteristics of the human psyche such as greed, both dishonesty and honesty, vanity, compassion, credulity, irresponsibility, naïveté, and the thought of trying to get something of value for nothing or for something far less valuable. Con artists have victimized individuals from all walks of life."
Now, before I become ruthlessly labeled as a con-man (epic lulz), I present this for clarification.
There has been talks (mostly smoke-filled back-room discussions) about grifting in all it's glorious and snidely repercussions. Grifting, is an art-form, crude and tasteless as it can be, that one can polish into a fine sheen (for domed, masked, and tiger-blood variety). It has been used in a lesser (higher?) form in many things; notably professional wrestling (re: wrasslin'). Where the mark (ie. YOU) are treated to a mind game and subjected to all manner of debauchery.
For your entertainment?
Sure.
For your dollar?
Exactly.
Now that that's out of the way, let's see how it applies to me.
I don't presume to speak for any villain, nor would I want to.
No.
But, let's see if what transpires in the next few paragraphs seems familiar to you, dear reader.
It all surrounds one fact:
Agent Wraith can be anyone.
This is absolutely true. In fact, I surmise, that only one person can say that they are NOT Agent Wraith. And that is you, dear reader. Only you. A room full of people could only speculate that they are not ALL Agent Wraith. One is all that can say this. There are many hidden faces in this and other communities. Why, without proof that Agent Wraith is indeed Agent Wraith, one could never determine who he (or she) actually is. Maybe (and it's a stretch) if the room full of people were listening to Agent Wraith, live, both on Ustream and Blogtalk.
Even then, only One can claim that they are NOT Agent Wraith.
Confused? Nah. Not you, dear reader. Not you.
The individual, that is the One (no, not Neo), is the final arbiter of identity.
One could say they are NOT Agent Wraith.
But one could not guarantee that who they are talking with is not.
Only oneself.
Oh sure, I've claimed and denied this. Multiple times.
It's called deception.
A lie within a lie (you'll have to go deeper).
Why? Not the lulz, NOT THE LULZ, NOT THE LULZ!
Some time ago, in a dark secret corner of teh internetz, a formidable tyrannical creature proposed enhancing legacies. I'm not doing that. I mean, I will, but that's not what I'm up to now.
I am dissecting my own approach.
Okay, I admit it. My legendary impersonations are not all that legendary. Neither is who I am impersonating (Baron Terror excepted, OF COURSE!). All these people, humans, villains and heroes (never again will I put heroes before villains) alike say:
"You don't want to mess with me!" or
"I have your personal information, so behave!" or
"I know where you live, I'll tell!" or
"I'm going to get you!" or
"Betray my trust and face my wrath!" or
"Fear what I am capable of!"
Heh. To any who would threaten me like this, does not know me.
Or villainy.
Diminish your station.
Reveal yourself to be a troll, a snitch, a plebe.
Grifting could indeed lower station as well.
Bringing you into my confidence is not grifting.
Bringing me into yours is not grifting.
I've been trustworthy, haven't I?
I've been cordial, haven't I?
I've been almost.. nice.
Haven't I?
Am I not an agent of fear?
Am I not an agent of doubt?
Am I not an agent of chaos?
The things you have spoken to me, the thoughts, confessions, and reasoning are still held in my confidence.
I do not disclose them.
I am, however, going to reveal some things.
Brace yourself, I fear no reprisal.
I will lament a loss of communication.
When you were young (naive) you were taken in by (supposed) leaders.
You were entreated to their protection and their declarations of safety.
You were one of them.
Among them.
In a circle where everyone faced each other as equals.
What did it get you?
Betrayal.
Humans are proven to be more than capable of this on many occasion.
Some relish the opportunity.
Some live for it (re: sociopath).
But, what did they do to you?
They not only betrayed you, they violated you.
They tore down the best parts of you, sundered your mind and body, left you for dead.
I know of only this world where that is possible.
I do not doubt your claims.
I do not doubt the sincerity in your voice.
I may be a gullible ghost, but I am in no way incapable of empathy.
And I do honestly feel for you.
What troubles me is a lack of trust.
I have shown you my true face, abashed and bare, for you to acknowledge me as not one of your tormentors. I did not ask to see your face (although you didn't hide your teeth, always bared) and did not see your face.
I have no accusations to throw at you.
I do have a question though:
Why not bring this to light?
Why not show the world how pathetic these 'heroes' are?
Why not stand firm on the pillar of villainy with villains?
You stated your intentions. They are villainous. In certain circles, vigilantism.
Were it not for the glaring justice you seek, I would almost cast you aside and worry not; the authorities will get to you soon enough.
But, since your first communication, I have seen no proof. No evidence (except the scars) of what they did. I'm not discrediting them. I'm not discrediting you.
But these are SERIOUS claims. Very serious allegations.
It begs to reason that this is why you have not come forward.
Because it is all lies.
Are you a little snitch, little owl?
Do you desire my identity to reveal to the world?
Are you stockpiling information on me, my subordinates, my henchmen, for your own gain?
We will need to talk again.
We will need to meet again.
I did not ask for names before, I will this time.
I did not ask for proof, I will this time.
And you will show me your face.
By doing these things you prove to me your sincerity.
Only on facts do we stand triumphant.
Good nite, little owl,
Agent Wraith
p.s. That's right. I said it in labels. Real Life Super Zeroes.
RLS0
