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.

Quintessence, the cornerstone of MAGIC!

Just mind the paradox.

Found here: http://ceronprime.tumblr.com/post/6764196731

Oh, may the ghosts of your feasting haunt your dreams.

-AW

Mississippi Gary

Giving Up The Ghost

Giving Up The Ghost
A True Ghost Story
Übermas 2011.


All will be revealed.

HEROES

If you want to inspire...

regular folks to do charity work
hand out sandwiches
prevent crimes
be more aware
blanket the homeless

in plain clothes..

Perhaps, you could do the same.

Just a thought.

-AW

p.s. How's that fiction coming along, TREESONG?

One little, two little, three little smoke signals

The Land of the DEAD

So many acronyms. So little time.

A wise man once said (and I'm paraphrasing):

"Pray that he [Agent Wraith] always serves EVIL."

A wise man also once said (and this may be paraphrasing as well):

"FUCK EM."

Those who know me, know that I've been dealing with serious REAL problems.
No meta-fiction here.
The REAL world poses the greatest threat to my EVIL.

The REAL world does not CARE for my particular BRAND of EVIL.

If I listened to any of the naysayers, the critiques, the negative responses; I would have hung this shit up a long time ago. Longer than any of you have been publicly displaying your evil in this 'format'.
Like most 'artists', if I fell to the sway of the populace (or just one nasty little bugger), it would be a 'sell out'. It would mean I'm doing this for YOU.

I'm not doing this for YOU.

As a Villain, I revel in my selfishness.

I'm doing this for ME.

My evil knows no bounds. I am truly a 'ghost in the machine' (take that how you wish).
I swear, if anyone had payed attention, I wouldn't be repeating myself.
I've said it time and time again.

NONE of YOU are SAFE.
DEATH comes for YOU.
ALL.

And I AM DEATH.

Bowing serves you not.
Fealty serves you not.
Allegiance, 'teams', acronyms are for naught.

Read over this carefully, droogs.

The cross-hairs have settled in on your precious little noggins.
I'm ready for more, only this time, it's no game.

Class 3?
Class A?

Whatever mold YOU try to put me in, I'll break.
Whatever category YOU deign to place me in, I'll defy.

Now, scatter FOOLS.

I'm Agent Wraith.
You're not.

-Agent Wraith

p.s. When the last breath is to exit and your eyes glass into a foggy pool, it will be my image that greets you on the OTHER SIDE.
Only then will you know the TRUTH.
Only then will the TRUTH be revealed.









The DEAD are MINE.