Adventures in Facebook

Every once in a while you come across a gem.

From saving little babies on the street to handing out sandwiches, these heroes don't know when to quit!
Blankets in winter. HAH.
We died of frostbite and we hated it.

Swords, crossbows, arrows, slings, thongs, and miscreant jabber pixies.

Literacy. What is words?

There appears a town by a lake, in it a bank to trade these gems!

I see a lot of posturing, going back and forth, snap jaw mcgraw and quick to wit snip snap zibbety bop.
And no action.

It's time we took some action.
Really, action is taking up our time.
Soon.

Candy canes! ALL OVER FACEBOOK!
GAH!
I am not amused!
Oh sure, not in YOUR facebÜk.

The Multiverse™
"Making any action meaningless."

Barely any frienemies left. The ones that survived the intial wave of cuts (heroes of ill repute were allowed to stay, of course) I barely pay attention to. I simply can't.
I haven't had time for my blog. s. blogs. Multiblogs.
I don't pow wow with the ancestors nearly enough.
I haven't trained Franklin in the technically intricate arts of boomerang. It's my week to teach the henchmen some form of entertainment.*

Keeping one's eye on FacebÜk 24/7 is a task not easily done. Not a single Henchman enjoys it.
Sifting through the chests of screen cap gold. Ooh, SCREEN CAPS!
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I won't forget you, you squishable scamp. Your bronze plated glory will forever shine. Through snow and mild hyperventilation you pave a path through heroes like the majestic orangutan.
Got yer waders on, hoss?

Tis the season Gentlemen (Ladies, or whatever you refer to yourself as gender not specific or otherwise; you could be made of felt or a pickle or a hat, I DON'T KNOW!) and we owe it to ourselves to let Übermas RING!

Resound! Rejoice! Revel! Be Wicked In Your Evil!
WE ARE VILLAINS!
If you're not celebrating Übermas, you are not EVIL. Or you are in a universe where Übermas does not exist (Krelm banish the thought!) or you are not aware of such things (which you must pull yourself from under that rock and welcome yourself to your worst nightmare: 2012).
Delight in your choice to throw off shackles, indignity, pressure, ridicule, judgement, and RULES.

You make your own rules.

So don't celebrate Übermas (whut), remain on the 'Nice' side of the list.
I almost typed the P word there. Heh. Gotta watch that. I only have the one eye to see out of.
Santa is gonna get his.
He's been, heh, tracking me through FacebÜk.
Apparently it's not that difficult. So watch yourselves.

I hate admitting this, but, confession: I'm going to need help again this year.
It's a sign of weakness, I know, but, forget all that bullshit and look at what that Fat Bastard has accomplished. What toys he has, what technology. The magic.
The workforce.
Whatever floats your boat.
Let's just do this.

The Flying Dutchman is in dry dock (okay, that was bad) and we've been ready since last Übernas, Some of us are still fighting up there. Day after day.
Night after oh so holy night.

All you have to do is have read through this blather up to this point, proving you are either smart, gullible, or dumb enough to have read this far, not have been offended at just calling you smart, gullible, or dumb just now, and understand the jibber-jabber that's coming out of my fingertips and into your looky eye thingies.
Contracts?
We don't need no stinking contracts.
We're not actors.

There is the loot. Santa has plenty of toys. Candy cane themed, mostly. Gingerbread tech was a breakthrough, and the Bag of Heart's Desire or Ever Holding, whichever you prefer (his magic is powerful, goddamn christmas magic), is a miracle of science and magic.
Money, power..

No sex, plenty of greed.

Operation: Kill Kringle 2012

Trending trends trend trendily.
Metrics.
1k downloads. Biscuits.

Febuloids, Speculoids, Febuspeculoids, Specufebuloids, Lloyds.

This Multiverse™ is getting on my nerve.

--RIP Obsidian Labs.

*What? Boomeranging is VERY entertaining.

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Let The Transmissions Begin

Hello again, Blogger.
Do you welcome me into the shadows once more?
Back with all the other savages (NERDS)..
Reading. Who has time for that?

I have to keep this short, for now, but very soon:

I-Who-Shall-Not-Care?

Oh that's rich.
Full of preservatives as well.


facebook

Gah! Do I hate it so!
Tricked me into reactivating my account.
Real sneaky.

It's a good thing Facebook let's you choose the folks you associate with..
oh wait
crap

Things have been quiet around here (FOR ONCE) and I can't say I don't like it.
The stress level is LOW. The 'heroes' I found are an interesting plaything. They have no idea I'm on to them. It's going to be INSANE.

That's for another time though.



I don't know how long I'll be sticking with Facebook. I can't pretend to care about every status, so I won't. It's nothing personal. Really.
I just don't care.

Been covering some ground in the laboratories, though. Upgrading the arsenal, adding to it, preparing my forces. There IS a war coming.
It will be the LAST.



On a serious note, I accept it.
There's not much time left to do what i want and when it's up, you get what's left.
I won't have to wait until Übermas, neither will you.
I'm not given the courtesy the WORST is afforded and I'm supposed to flip out? apologize?
This is my only response.

I don't compromise.
I am what I am.
It is what it is.

I have a solution... one you will just DIE for.

I have talked about this 'list'.. You know, the one I swiped from Kringle.
It's got everything on it.
Naughty, Nice, it's all there.
The fat-man had tabs on everyone.
That whole 'sees-you-when-you're-sleeping' creep!
Social Security numbers, addresses... It's all there*.

He was a sick fuck.

His loss is your loss.
Really.

Friday!!!
I almost forgot about Friday!!
Mind Games has still been broadcasting, we've just been covert.
Honing the shitty thing to a steaming pile of entertainment.
Mostly for the mind-numbed drug addled retards who frequent the neighborhood.
We kill more audience members than Smallpox.. and that's just who LISTENS!

This week's topic, should you deign to care, is about FICTION.
And not just any fiction: META FICTION.
That's right.

Meta-fiction v.s. Reality
Multiple universes v.s. this one.

I know, I know.
It's a narrow minded approach to an even narrower concept.
but, that's why I do these things.
Maybe someone will take pity on this ghost and explain it in simple terms even I can understand.

11pm EST, as predictable.
And this one will be available for public consumption.
Come get you some.

And to that VERY special someONE:

You're on the list... and so many want to KNOW.




Nuclear wishes and Apocalyptic dreams,
Agent Wraith



*I want to thank Special Agent F. Gonzalez and his partner for their 'fair' treatment. After hours of sifting and perusing of my data they have come to the consensus that I am no 'real' threat and being labeled a terrorist is simply a byproduct of my rantings. I'm OFF THE LIST**!

**Not Santa's list, no. The NO FLY! HERE I COME EARTH! First stop?
CHICAGO!

and here we... go!

Terror in the Holdfast (Continued)

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More details piling in, take the good and bad, rumors, gossip, embellishment, and what-have-you..

No, as of yet, this fella did not have red hair and declare 'I am the Batman's ENEMY!'

As far as I can tell.

From what I have gathered (minions and henchmen, mind you, I am always terribly busy*) the suspect in question, James Holmes, was wearing SWAT gear, carrying an AR-15 and said nothing the entire time (which some witnesses say made it even more terrifying).

Several have come forward expressing the suspect's intelligence.  He attended accredited schools, was very intelligent and just... snapped.

A witness said the canister he released looked like a bug bomb.

12 dead, more wounded, and who knows what new crap is going to be revealed.

New York's Police Commissioner is spreading the Joker story. Unsure of where he got it from..
Allegedly, he (the suspect) said something once he was in custody 'I'm the Joker'. But who knows if this is more gossip or actual fact.

You know what is an actual fact?

Superheroes inspire.




-Agent Wraith

p.s. Seems a little like the movie 'Rampage' to me.

p.p.s. I hear authorities are still clearing his supposedly booby-trapped house.

p.p.p.s. I also hear ALL SORTS of trailers are being pulled along with the Dark Knight Rises showings.







*Because if you're going to be busy, might as well be terrible at it.

Terror in the Holdfast

Yeah, I know.
This isn't what you want to wake up to.
small sigh.

Superhero related?  I'd say.
Anything to do with you?
Just another notice that heroes inspire.


Is it what we WANT to inspire?


From CNN-

"A heavily armed gunman tossed tear gas into the darkness of an Aurora, Colorado movie theater Friday and then sprayed the audience with gunfire during an early morning screening of the new Batman movie, killing 12 and wounding 38 others, authorities said."


Find more.. on the internet.





Or CNN.


-Agent Wraith


p.s. Superheroes. They inspire tragedy, gunfire, and sorrow.

Heroes Are Everywhere

All over breakfast.