The Ferrymen enter.
While the Great Shadow departs, we step forward to claim new darkness.
You heroes have little idea what will come of this and likely, you will never know.
By the time you have it figured out, it will be too late.
Our foothold will be as a bunker. We will be entrenched.
Change your ways.
Those who serve the light will find their benefactor extinguished.
-Agent Wraith
Head Shot!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Ghost Dance
It's a silver lining to be unnoticed.
Plans (NEVER MADE) can go unchallenged, unthwarted, untouched and virtually uncared about.
And there are SO MANY PLANS (never made).
-----------
When the 'Ghost Dance' first appeared on my scope, it was a 'tad' too late.
Over a century ago, the revolution never happened.
The 'shirts' (cleverly marketed as 'bulletproof') were lost to scavengers.. and the mass grave where civilians put their frozen bodies to rest.
In the end, Wounded Knee, is a mostly forgotten event.
For the record, it still burns within some.
History is still written by the winners, this is true. But the pain, the anguish, the rage that roils within those who were there.. those who survived.. those who know what really happened, as opposed to your 'white-washed' version (YES, I'M TALKING TO YOU WHITEY) you perpetuate..
Revenge is best served cold, correct?
It doesn't get much colder than Wounded Knee.
--Agent Wraith
p.s. Some of us wait in shadows, patiently, for our opportunity. Those shadows provide shade from the harsh and prejudiced light, blinding (and blind) and judgmental. For me, there is but One shadow. When it moves, ALL WILL BE REVEALED.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Pineal Studies
I've been down this road before, with many a folk, trying to convince them of the benefits of marijuana.
Most just look at me with a sideways grin and chuckle under their breath, "Pothead".
Oh?
You know so VERY little.
First, let me explain something.
Out of all the 'drugs' in the world available (and unavailable) which ones of those have a receptor in the brain ready to accept it?
Are your kidneys, liver, and brain a willing participant in your alcoholic escapades?
How about caffeine?
I could go on a tangent about the effects flouride has on the pineal gland, but I'll let Alex Jones and Doctor Steel take the shit-storm for that one.
Let me point you to one thing and leave it, once again, at that:
http://www.kipnews.org/2012/01/12/cannabis-and-the-pineal-gland-turning-on-your-third-eye/
Sure, not a whole lot of scientific backup.
Let me give you some reasoning instead and see if that maybe turns your attitude to something a little more pliable.
Marijuana, weed, kush, or whatever (a few of the dealers that GAADIAN is unaware of) you want to call it, is NOT manmade.
Man doesn't process it further than drying it (with the exception of a few lowlifes). Maybe he bakes some brownies. Oooh, evil drug brownies.
There's butter in there. I'm sure an evil Lord Over baked goods could have a serious field day with the fat content..
What do you have?
Beer?
Liquor?
Caffeine?
Aspirin?
Cocaine?
Crack?
Aw, man. All of that is processed.
Some even comes from plants..
Hell, most do.. if not ALL.
But, weed, my SQUARES, is the only thing you can grow, pick, and consume.
Nothing added.
And does it EVER...
WAKE
YOU
THE
FUCK
UP.
-AW
p.s. Unless it's that Cali-weed. That shit puts you to sleep.
p.p.s. And when that 3rd Eye opens up.. let Samiel's Vengeance put your enemies to their FINAL DEATH.
Most just look at me with a sideways grin and chuckle under their breath, "Pothead".
Oh?
You know so VERY little.
First, let me explain something.
Out of all the 'drugs' in the world available (and unavailable) which ones of those have a receptor in the brain ready to accept it?
Are your kidneys, liver, and brain a willing participant in your alcoholic escapades?
How about caffeine?
I could go on a tangent about the effects flouride has on the pineal gland, but I'll let Alex Jones and Doctor Steel take the shit-storm for that one.
Let me point you to one thing and leave it, once again, at that:
http://www.kipnews.org/2012/01/12/cannabis-and-the-pineal-gland-turning-on-your-third-eye/
Sure, not a whole lot of scientific backup.
Let me give you some reasoning instead and see if that maybe turns your attitude to something a little more pliable.
Marijuana, weed, kush, or whatever (a few of the dealers that GAADIAN is unaware of) you want to call it, is NOT manmade.
Man doesn't process it further than drying it (with the exception of a few lowlifes). Maybe he bakes some brownies. Oooh, evil drug brownies.
There's butter in there. I'm sure an evil Lord Over baked goods could have a serious field day with the fat content..
What do you have?
Beer?
Liquor?
Caffeine?
Aspirin?
Cocaine?
Crack?
Aw, man. All of that is processed.
Some even comes from plants..
Hell, most do.. if not ALL.
But, weed, my SQUARES, is the only thing you can grow, pick, and consume.
Nothing added.
And does it EVER...
WAKE
YOU
THE
FUCK
UP.
-AW
p.s. Unless it's that Cali-weed. That shit puts you to sleep.
p.p.s. And when that 3rd Eye opens up.. let Samiel's Vengeance put your enemies to their FINAL DEATH.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
A Challenge?
Recently, I've headed onto the Pokemon Global Network to terrorize 'trainers' with my mighty team of Ghost Pokemon. As stated on Facebook, I am not joking.
I am also not a LAME Pokemon villain.
I'm just lame.
X the Owl, a level 96 (and climbing) Noctowl with Air Slash, Fly, and Hypnosis. Psycho Shift also puts your status changes to shame. Unless, of course, your little shits ability negates it.
Maximus, a level 93 Misdreavous. Found in the Safari Zone at level 40 or so.
Three Legendary Pokemon, Lugia, Darkrai, and Giratina.. Lugia with Thunder and Extrasensory, flies in at level 97. Darkrai, whose capture took two hours, a carefully placed salt canister, and patience, falls in at the bottom of the totem pole at level 91. The ability Bad Dreams makes it a fierce competitor. Giratina, a Ghost-Dragon.. rounds them out with Shadow Force.
Finally, Spiritomb, that I finally caught on that G-D damn Pokewalker. Over 200,000 steps.. crawling through caves, searching with Pokeradar..
Lame Pokemon villain.
The nerds will come soon. They will shout for revenge.
The conventions will boil with their pimply rage.
The sun will soon set on your shenanigans.
On to more pressing CHALLENGES!
I want a hero.
I want them all.
They should call in to my talkshoe show.
Don't give me the bullshit.
"But.. you have to make an account! Waa."
Did you know blogtalk registers your phone number? Much easier to find your location that way, eh, DW?
IP only gets you close.
A phone number, even unlisted, can get you an address.
A full, mail receiving address.
Look at it like this, capes.
I'm protecting you.
If you don't want to create an ID (that takes, what, a minute of your precious Facebook time) then just call in. It gives your general location.. like Southern Illinois.. or North Carolina.. and nothing else.
Sign in and all I get is your Display Name.
I don't want to know where you are through talkshoe.
I already know where most of you are through other means.
I want you to come to me and present me with challenge.
At least some material.
Bribe me. Chide me. Hate me.
Fuck, promote your spandex wearing ass.
Stop hiding from me you little angels.
COME AT ME BRO.
Fridays, 11ish.. EST.
724-444-7444.
show id 99681.
It's not difficult.
Don't make me do something drastic.
I am also not a LAME Pokemon villain.
I'm just lame.
X the Owl, a level 96 (and climbing) Noctowl with Air Slash, Fly, and Hypnosis. Psycho Shift also puts your status changes to shame. Unless, of course, your little shits ability negates it.
Maximus, a level 93 Misdreavous. Found in the Safari Zone at level 40 or so.
Three Legendary Pokemon, Lugia, Darkrai, and Giratina.. Lugia with Thunder and Extrasensory, flies in at level 97. Darkrai, whose capture took two hours, a carefully placed salt canister, and patience, falls in at the bottom of the totem pole at level 91. The ability Bad Dreams makes it a fierce competitor. Giratina, a Ghost-Dragon.. rounds them out with Shadow Force.
Finally, Spiritomb, that I finally caught on that G-D damn Pokewalker. Over 200,000 steps.. crawling through caves, searching with Pokeradar..
Lame Pokemon villain.
The nerds will come soon. They will shout for revenge.
The conventions will boil with their pimply rage.
The sun will soon set on your shenanigans.
On to more pressing CHALLENGES!
I want a hero.
I want them all.
They should call in to my talkshoe show.
Don't give me the bullshit.
"But.. you have to make an account! Waa."
Did you know blogtalk registers your phone number? Much easier to find your location that way, eh, DW?
IP only gets you close.
A phone number, even unlisted, can get you an address.
A full, mail receiving address.
Look at it like this, capes.
I'm protecting you.
If you don't want to create an ID (that takes, what, a minute of your precious Facebook time) then just call in. It gives your general location.. like Southern Illinois.. or North Carolina.. and nothing else.
Sign in and all I get is your Display Name.
I don't want to know where you are through talkshoe.
I already know where most of you are through other means.
I want you to come to me and present me with challenge.
At least some material.
Bribe me. Chide me. Hate me.
Fuck, promote your spandex wearing ass.
Stop hiding from me you little angels.
COME AT ME BRO.
Fridays, 11ish.. EST.
724-444-7444.
show id 99681.
It's not difficult.
Don't make me do something drastic.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Yes.. yes..
Übermas has come and soon it will leave us again.
The wounds still stinging.
I hope everyone got what they deserved.
I know a few of you out there are still dodging the bullet.
As a note to you, you cannot hide forever.
And this Friday, I'm going to give you plenty of reasons to fear.
Not just because I'm going to be on the air. You can always ignore that.
I'll be revealing what anomaly I brought through the Christmas time-vortex.
Sure, it's not as interesting as say, I don't know, a romp through the brush where halflings lay hid.
It will give you pause.
Now, I'm off to Taco Bell (again) and this time I'm bringing more than molotov cocktails.
When I say extra meat, I mean extra.
You sonsabitches.
-Agent Wraith
The wounds still stinging.
I hope everyone got what they deserved.
I know a few of you out there are still dodging the bullet.
As a note to you, you cannot hide forever.
And this Friday, I'm going to give you plenty of reasons to fear.
Not just because I'm going to be on the air. You can always ignore that.
I'll be revealing what anomaly I brought through the Christmas time-vortex.
Sure, it's not as interesting as say, I don't know, a romp through the brush where halflings lay hid.
It will give you pause.
Now, I'm off to Taco Bell (again) and this time I'm bringing more than molotov cocktails.
When I say extra meat, I mean extra.
You sonsabitches.
-Agent Wraith
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Übermas 2011
Things are getting cold around here.
And I'm no longer talking about the environment in a space station.
If you've been paying attention to my Facebook (let's face it, lol, face.. there's three of you. One more than last month! WHOO!), I've been working with a few good (EVIL) Villains on getting up north to the Fat Man's Fortress of Elfitude.
Zyklon B and Mad Blackguard are fighting over the controls, well, what passes for controls on a centuries old Ghost Ship.
That's right, I commandeered the freakin' Dutchman.
The Flying Dutchman.
I tried to tell you my voodoo is better than yours.
But you didn't want to listen.
The Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future are on board as well.
Seems like Claus has been building up some heat since his jack-assery with Rudolph.
Did you see how he reacted to the poor thing's nose?
You only get that hyped up when drugs are involved, I'm just saying.
Icon is along for the ride, but not sure what he's in for. Treasure? Perhaps. I don't like dragging dead weight (So, you're cancelling Mind Games? DOHOHOHOHO!) but he promised to throw in when the fighting goes down.
And we all know there is going to be fighting.
I'm just hoping for those little cute bastards with jingle bells and pointy shoes.
Not those tall fucks with magic rings and deadly arrows.
You know. Sons of Elrond elves.
Those guys are dangerous.
Zyklon keeps clamoring for a Model T and a Thompson.
Mad Blackguard wants to blow stuff up and stab things.
Both of which, I am completely okay with.
I'm in it for The List.
I just want The List.
Keep your candy canes.
Keep your presents.
The sleigh and reindeer would be nice.
But, I am a stickler for keeping my expectations low.. you know, to be surprised when something great happens.
Like acquiring the means to deliver 'presents' to billions in a 24 hour period.
And when I'm done?
I'm going back to The Damocles to sit in my favorite chair.
Oh yes.
That one.
-AW
And I'm no longer talking about the environment in a space station.
If you've been paying attention to my Facebook (let's face it, lol, face.. there's three of you. One more than last month! WHOO!), I've been working with a few good (EVIL) Villains on getting up north to the Fat Man's Fortress of Elfitude.
Zyklon B and Mad Blackguard are fighting over the controls, well, what passes for controls on a centuries old Ghost Ship.
That's right, I commandeered the freakin' Dutchman.
The Flying Dutchman.
I tried to tell you my voodoo is better than yours.
But you didn't want to listen.
The Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future are on board as well.
Seems like Claus has been building up some heat since his jack-assery with Rudolph.
Did you see how he reacted to the poor thing's nose?
You only get that hyped up when drugs are involved, I'm just saying.
Icon is along for the ride, but not sure what he's in for. Treasure? Perhaps. I don't like dragging dead weight (So, you're cancelling Mind Games? DOHOHOHOHO!) but he promised to throw in when the fighting goes down.
And we all know there is going to be fighting.
I'm just hoping for those little cute bastards with jingle bells and pointy shoes.
Not those tall fucks with magic rings and deadly arrows.
You know. Sons of Elrond elves.
Those guys are dangerous.
Zyklon keeps clamoring for a Model T and a Thompson.
Mad Blackguard wants to blow stuff up and stab things.
Both of which, I am completely okay with.
I'm in it for The List.
I just want The List.
Keep your candy canes.
Keep your presents.
The sleigh and reindeer would be nice.
But, I am a stickler for keeping my expectations low.. you know, to be surprised when something great happens.
Like acquiring the means to deliver 'presents' to billions in a 24 hour period.
And when I'm done?
I'm going back to The Damocles to sit in my favorite chair.
Oh yes.
That one.
-AW
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