Drop Squad Doesn't Play By The Rules

And they're already on their way.

Also SPOILER: White Skull shows up at the end.

Define: Villain

Have we not been through this?

Go back, you will see, if you're alcohol soaked brain can figure that out.

Let me redefine, explain, extort, and more.

Wait, nope.

I don't make plans.

Villains don't make plans.

I'm not RLSV.

You can keep that title.

There are those with it, whether self-appointed or forced upon them, who hold it with greater esteem than I could ever dream to live (or die) up to.

I am Agent Wraith.

You're not.

It is preposterous to think that any One of you could hope to understand the level on which my brain operates. I can't figure it out, either. I'm not being condescending. You may have a good (evil) idea, but you really have none. Not a single clue.

All my rants.

All my rambling.

Was for nothing.

You have nothing.

No one is worse off for it.

You know that.

If you don't, I'm sure you will tell yourself whatever you need to sleep at night.

I define nothing.

You can stop now.

There will be no more plans.

This is the end.

-Agent Wraith

p.s. World Events.. you will see. Just open your EYE.

Crisis On Infinite Identities

Greetings Villains!

(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?

Mexico is CRAZY!!!

Okay, it's no Jersey Shore, but seriously, WTF?
Sorry. I've been getting some crazy ass reports lately.

Like this one:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/09/21/mexico-bodies-gunmen_n_973298.html

Oh, you read that right.
They dumped them in rush hour traffic.
Semi nude, tortured bodies.
Sounds like the New Generation is really bringing the heat to the Zetas.
Good thing name changes are commonplace nowadays.

Oh, before I let this go.
Anyone care to take a guess at who 'G.N.' is?

I have a pretty good idea One knows.
Starting to rethink Mexico.
Moving up the list quickly.
What list?

The list of Soon-to-be Irradiated Wastelands.
British Columbia
New Jersey
Florida
Australia
Mexico
Japan

I take no blame for Japan.
That had nothing to do with me.


Oh, if you haven't heard, tonight is a special Mind Games.
I was planning a vacation.. (DON'T MAKE PLANS! VILLAINS DON'T MAKE PLANS!)
But, something has wrenched me from the edge.
I can still see the Abyss from here, though.
Oblivion looks so inviting.

Civility is overrated.

Plans

There is quite a lot of talk about plans lately.
From me, all you will ever hear is Villains don't make plans.
And the ones I make.

We are not guaranteed TOMORROW.

Fact, you do not have the knowledge of the exact time, the precise location, and/or what will bring your existence to an end.
False, but you better be an awesome Time Lord or you might end up a pelican.

Time runs out, eventually, your time will come.  You.. may not know its hour.
We are buried with the memory of millions and millions,
Fathers, Forefathers, Creators; back to the beginning.




For it may well prove that you will see me never again; and that I shall show you no such sign as Eärandil showed long ago.  But hold you ever in readiness, for the end of the world we now know is at hand. -Amandil; J.R.R. Tolkien

--Agent Wraith

Betrayal

You will see it coming.

-Agent Wraith

Networking

For contact purposes, you will find there are many options for networking with Agent Wraith.

You have to want to network, of course.

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Deadlines all around.

My deadline is Halloween.

necromancer extraordinaire.
Who do you think will win?