The Second Coming Of Operation: Kill Kringle

Yes, I know it's a bit early in the year to start thinking about Christmas.
Those in America are dreading these next words:
all too soon.

Time travelers beware. While moving willy-nilly through the streams, changes do not happen.
Each reality perceives itself until another dimension ignores its friend request.

The BAND.

We need a drummer.

Playtime (and why it is over)

I have come before you (this is not the first time) and told you of the future.
You ignored my warnings.
You ignored (re: DENIED) my claims of genius.
I responded. You are aware of this.
I swooped low and put both fettered feet in the bile.
I was up to my decaying EYE in bull-tender.

It's time, droogs, to dispell some myth and 'magic'.

One, you are allowed the 1st no longer. Your G-D is dead. Your 'rights' are null and void.
You have had several opportunities to change your strategy with me.
And lo, have you fallen.
Your time apart was used wisely, I trust, to fortify your hold. While you tarried, seeds were planted and they took root (did I forget to mention my GREEN THUMB? I'm biting it, just so.. you know, you know).
You may now fear me.
You may now put a 'face' to the terror that keeps you up at night.

And know I KNOW.
KNOW IT.

All these dancing pieces of shit twiddling their little fuck-tard lives in my Facebook feed?
Nope.
Do I care about your DUMB SHIT?
Nope.
Can you stop me?
Nope.
D'aww, you havin' twouble weedin' da words?
CAN YOU READ NEANDERTHAL?
I got me a host of bodies. Willing and able to BEAT YOU.

And we will.
There will be a revision of a list.
Just one and then your destiny is written.

hate. i know hate.
i hate. i am hated.
i am hatred.
and for what i do next,
hate will be what consumes you.
but, i don't hate you little guy. What's to hate?
It's cute tho.
Oh so cute.

All this talk.
talk talk talk
It's getting old. So very, very old.
Just like you.
You know who's not old?

Me.
98, 81, 77, 69, 54, 49, 44, 39, 35, 33, 31, 29, 27-18, 16, 12, 9, 6, 1.
I will be as young as I like. Whatever necessitates your demise.
Yes, this means what you haven't comprehended yet.
I will be those close to you.
Your mother. Your father.
Allies, Contacts, Resources.
Ignore it again.

Comic Conventions, Fleamarkets, Car Shows, Yard Sales, Concerts, Bar Mitzvahs, Block Parties, Grand Openings, Press Conferences, Citizens in Distress, 'Super Heroes'...
Anyone, anywhere.



-Agent Wraith
(Verbose) Necromancer Extraordinaire


.- #youcaughtmemonologueing
.- #curseyou
.- #loaofevil

YOU?!? HA HA HA HA HA!
YOU THINK I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU?!??!
HA HA HA HA HA!*

That FAT CHRISTMAS FUCK.

I'm going after Christmas.
And I'm plotting (always plotting) it now.
Putting the band back together...

*Literally, I couldn't type it any LOUDER
Originally posted: 5 /13/ 12

UPDATE: Monday 21, 2012, Rex Velvet posts photo. I see your time travel, sir.
I have chronophobia. VILLAINS DON'T MAKE PLANS!

Atomic Number 4

Tactics

Calculations.
Many calculations.

And then the quick breath before the plunge.

We cannot be stopped.

Except that I think my ears are bleeding.
Perfect. Now I can be left ALONE.

-Agent Wraith

FacebÜk

I want to kill you.
I want to dice you into tiny pieces, grind them, and feed you to the homeless.

I hate you so much.

I've worn through three mandibles with incessant grinding teeth.

Listen, kiddies..
I understand reality can be a scary place.
It's full of unwanted variables, I know.

It's okay to be afraid. Fear is a grand motivator.

No matter your game, that's not the point
All you need is a name.
A name and you have a doorway to facebookery.
You can be a facebooker.
It's pronounced face'bhooker.

Likes, Unfollow Posts, Shares, Apps.. Check in, Instagram, blah blah, :P
And groups. GROUPS!!!?!?!?!!!!11!!!11!1
Gah.
I'm too timid with this technology to bother with a new social playground.
I had a 286 explode this morning.

Explode.

And don't get me started on anonymity.
CHANGE YOUR NAME!
HERE'S A NEW FORMAT!
Next will be your bank account.
You will PAY $$$  $$ $ $ $$
Nothing is free.. forever.

A matter of time, Facebook. Only a matter of time.
You will hopefully last long enough to be destroyed.

And then all the other internets.
Spend a dollar to send a message and see who does the talking.

-Agent Wraith

The Supervillain Handbook

The Supervillain Handbook
King Oblivion, PH.D.
as told to Matt D. Wilson



It's listed under HUMOR.

I laughed out loud in parts, related to others, saw corresponding incidences, and found it a pleasant read.
An hour lost, no new information.

Not any I can use.
Aside from the layout and design, which is very trendy.
And trendy is AWESUM!!!!1!1!

I would normally link this, give you some nifty and easy way to order/buy this WONDERFUL PRODUCT..
BUT

The International Society of Supervillains hasn't returned my calls and I've noticed an increase of shifty poorly crafted rockets carrying even shoddier satellites into my little corner of the thermosphere.

So go find your own damn links.

--Agent Wraith

Forgot about ... eh?

memories.

tao of now

my show is crap

redundancy

Meh.

If you pay attention (I've said that so few times...)
you know what's been going on.
I've had a chance to know a few of you and even be some of you.
Whether you liked it or not.

There's a chance I am literally ONE of you.
shudder

My timecard was punched long ago, citizens.
I've been doing this for free for far too long.
(Let's not count those banks. I won't count them. You won't count them.)

PROFIT!

Challenge? CHALLENGE?!?!?
I accept.

I also invite anyone to save my show.
It's total crap.
It's the Titanic of internet radio shows.
Not that silly movie.. IN 3D!
The actual ship.
Pomp. Circumstance.
Icebergs.
Sinking ships.
Death.
And it's boring.

Plotting.
Always plotting.

I'm too far gone. My psychosis consumed me last week.
I'm Bill. From Alabama.
And I've a Possessaholic.

Villains don't make plans.

And I don't make any money.

:(

also, greenscreens are beyond me.
i also have trouble with lighting