Blow me away

And the weekend mix continues! Off of the Halo 2 Volume 2 soundtrack, I like this song. The lyrics resonate with me. Here is Breaking Benjamin with Blow Me Away.



They fall in line
One at a time
Ready to play
(I can't see them anyway)
No time to lose
We've got to move
Steady your helm
(I am losing sight again)

[Bridge]
Fire your guns,
It's time to run,
Blow me away.
(I will stay unless I may)
After the fall,
We'll shake it off,
Show me the way.

[Chorus]
Only the strongest will survive,
Lead me to heaven when we die,
I am a shadow on the wall,
I'll be the one to save us all.

There's nothing left,
So save your breath,
Lying in wait.
(Caught inside this tidal wave)
Your cover's blown,
Nowhere to go,
Holding your fate.
(Loaded I will walk alone)

[Bridge]
Fire your guns,
It's time to run,
Blow me away.
(I will stay, unless I may)
After the fall,
We'll shake it off,
Show me the way.

[Chorus]
Only the strongest will survive,
Lead me to heaven when we die,
I am a shadow on the wall,
I'll be the one to save us all.

You wanted it back
(Don't fight me God!)

Here it goes!

Die!

[Chorus]
Only the strongest will survive,
Lead me to heaven when we die,
I am a shadow on the wall,
I'll be the one to save us all.

Save us all
Save us all
Save us all

It's a celebration, bitches!

The weekend is upon us, and my stalkers have broken their so-called 'shunning'! They couldn't go one fucking week! NOT ONE WEEK!!!

Ahh fuck it, let us celebrate! And in that spirit, here's a funky little ditty!



John Cena, Tha Trademarc & Bumpy Knuckles
Bad Bad Man

[John Cena]
Aww, you done did it now
Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man!
They not ready - they don't know what's comin man!
Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here
Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS!

Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets
Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat
Shocked the world, now I'm standin alone
I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones
You can't help but nod your head to the track
Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back
Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it
Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it
Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold
This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold
We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker
Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker
Everything that I be spittin is strong
After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song
We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan
And don't fuck with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN

[Bumpy Knuckles]
With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man
Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man
Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man

[Tha Trademarc]
We devils - rockin ambient levels
We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals
And cats got one-liners, I drop several
And I think it's funny you choose, losin progress
or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle
I rip rappers and take responsibility
for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate
Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date
and ride beats, creep through side streets
Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak
Punchlines - man, don't even beg
I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg
You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke
You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote
I flood tracks like cracks in boats
And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat

[Bumpy Knuckles]
With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man
Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man
Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man


[Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx]
TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and feed me I'm a beast
MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street
My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet
It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head
Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion
is fuckin with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics
My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson
Fightin in his prime, one rhyme
And I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw
Your face is a coat type raw
And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor
My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor
I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem
I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you
Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you
I'm a bad, bad man

Yeah, check it out
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby
And I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON!

[Bumpy Knuckles]
With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man
Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man
Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man

How it came to this point part 3

Like I said, I wasn't quite as out of control as I made myself out to be. But the truth is, there are many things the man behind the Krampus is dealing with, needless to say are stressful. Krampus as you know it may not live to see the end of this year. The door of violence, sickness, destruction were all things I've dealt with before. A part of me long ago thought, if you're going to kill yourself, why not find something or someone worth dying for? And I found them. Those who were bright, beautiful, so full of hope and life, of beauty and reasons to find worth living for. So I changed, I got better. And I never forgot that there are those willing to tear down, to destroy others just because they can. I heard Me and a Gun by Tori Amos and wanted to find her attacker and do horrible, unforgivable things to him. Because people don't deserve to have their souls torn asunder, their very essences shredded when they are so beautiful. But yes, I'd be willing to be worse than those monsters if it meant protecting them from that same darkness. I was willing to become a monster, a vigilante to stop other monsters. But I fought with reason, fighting, struggling and tried to focus on the positive. I thought I was finally better.

Then Malvado, Poop Knife and everyone like them kept banging at the door. You woke up my roommate.

"The world is a scary place now that you've woken up the Demon in ME." David Draiman, Down with the Sickness by Disturbed.

Everything I said, I was and am prepared to back up. So the GOTCHA! was only about how far I've gone. The truth is, I really am finding less and less reasons to stop from acting out against those I see as a threat. I really was, and am prepared to hurt, cripple, kill if I perceive a threat. And that's exactly what I feel growing in me. I cried out as a warning, to call attention to threats in the community. And that's exactly what I see. You say you're afraid of vigilantes. By your actions, you're starting to wake one up.

This is the part where everything continues to change. You have been found FAILING. There are role players in the community, but you can't be seen from the threats. And there are many. People who lie, erode, attack, threaten by their very natures, words, presence. And it's time to say NO MORE. This is where we stand as of this, Judgment Day. If you want to act like villains, to revel in the title, then so be it. That's exactly how you will be perceived and treated by me. Villains are dangerous, threatening, fearful and very real in their potential danger. That's all you are to me now. I see you all as real threats. Just ask Zetaman and his girlfriend. I told everyone that it would continue to escalate until someone was hurt or killed. I started down the same path I foresaw to meet it, to say that your game of twisting things is done. The innocence of the RLSV is gone. The Skinhead, the Nazi and all who follow in their footsteps saw to that. And I'm done ignoring it, allowing it. You're all threats now. And it took me becoming one for everyone to see it. And although I want to try to find peace, to find other things worth living for, I can't. I can't go back, the communities can't go back. It took the death of Zetaman's career to punctuate it. So too must the communities as they are die and start over. Because I want to do things legally, and I will at first. But you idiots have created a 'Vigilante on a Box: Do not open unless shit gets serious.'

If I see you attacking someone, I'll try to stop it normally. But barring that, if I perceive an actual threat, then I'm afraid I may have to throw away my life, everything I could do or will be to stop it. I am prepared to kill if I have to. You've reminded me of that now. If any of you want to stop this from becoming an actual fulfilling prophecy, DO something! Take a stand! Being a hero isn't a bad thing. But if you refuse to do anything, or if you promote it, then you're not helping. You're part of the problem. And if I see anyone talking shit about myself or my friends, I will see it as a threat. No negotiation, no backing down. And if you come near me or my friends, I'll be very, VERY tempted to do something that can't be taken back again. In my mind, it's not murder if you get this warning and still come at me. It's assisted suicide.

And for your first bit of homework, I need you to save two very stupid people who are following in the footsteps of Malvado, Poop Knife and everyone who ran Zetaman out of the community. They names are James Kho and Joshua Bartley. And before you get bent out of shape, they made absolutely NO attempt to have a secret identity when they started making threats against me. They're going down a very dangerous path. One that, if they're not stopped, are going to get themselves killed. If you want to prove you care, not to mention keep your names out of any investigations by the authorities, then I strongly suggest you save these stupid kids.

Gotta go, Doctor Who's on.

How it came to this point part 2

A few weeks later, out of nowhere Stalker # 2 writes me. I try in my own way to stop an attack on Agent Beryllium by Tothian. There's no love lost between us, what with her own informational attacks, spite and overall bitchiness, but The White Skull returned from retirement to help a friend. I still haven't forgiven the Skull, but I couldn't fault him for defending a friend. Eventually I chimed in, and this was in my inbox.

Okay, The Villages is an elderly retirement community. One I've also joked about as where Nazi war criminals go to die. Okay, so...someone who told my friend Dragonheart that he would leave me and my friends in peace, he wants to 'debate' me in the middle of a bunch of old farts, and he wanted me to bring my gun? He's just BEGGING for a fucking bloodbath, isn't he? Once again, I did have better things to do. And quite frankly, I was still pissed. After Malvado's attempted post, I was ramping things up a little, trying to give a hint. Unfortunately these idiots didn't take it. So to save lives and more of my sanity, I ignored the prick and went on with my life. But unfortunately, something bad was happening.

I do have a history of depression, suicide and anger. And I was finally trying to be on the upswing, cutting out supplements or other items I'd found out had an adverse reaction in me. But still, between normal life and seeing how my attackers reveled in their persistent lifestyle of attacks, something was awakening in me. I thought I was over it, done having to focus past it. But I was being attacked, over and over. Gunshots were heard outside my home. And I admit, I lost my mercy. So, I took the filter off.

Oh, I started spewing anger, venom and pent up rage that no one responded to before. And it was quite therapeutic too, but I started to realize something else.I though I was over knowing that I was capable of killing, of making people suffer because they deserved it. But over and over and over and over and over, I saw threats where people continued to get away with it. My attackers were smart enough not to actually SAY the threats for fear of their favorite game, having it twisted against them. But honestly, I didn't and don't care anymore. So I took the filter off, and spoke many of the dark things I held back. And it scared people. The thing is, nothing else worked, but now a reaction was being given. Then I realized I was in a very unique position.


To give a bit of background as to the mindset of the man behind the Krampus, let me tell a tale. The man behind Krampus' father was a warrior, a soldier, back during a time where men were less soft than many today. A veteran and member of the special Airborne Ranger unit known as the Hell's Angels. And no, not the pussified crime running motorcycle gang, although the military group is where it gained its name. And no, the man wasn't a member of the biker gang because he was more independent minded than to give half of his ownings to the club. This military unit, who performed black ops in East Germany against Neo-Nazi groups(hint hint, assholes) and other warfare during Korea underwent brutal training against torture, extreme survival conditions and various attacks.

One of the more brutal and horrific training they underwent was how to deal with an attack from an attack dog without any weapons. No knife, bayonet garotte or gun, just bare hands. There were several techniques but the most brutal, and one that was effective in lethality and shock was, when the dog attacks, shove your arm into the animal's mouth and down the throat. By forcing your arm down, the width of your arm prevents leverage for the canine to close its jaws to full effect. Sure, your arm will get cut up and scarred from it, but if you take your hand, reach into the animal's throat and grab, squeeze, twist and tear at it, eventually that attack dog will die. It's extreme and not something people would consider in the more ‘civilized' 21'st century, but it works. And that's exactly what I feel I was forced into doing. When no other tactic worked, I could do something that no one else had the testicular fortitude to do. To take a stand, and to tell a powerful narrative. Comic books have had the unique ability to relay stories both fantastic, and poignant for today's topics. The hypocrisy of the RLSV's actions show that not only do they WANT to harm and attack people over and over again, but those same actions may actually spawn the very thing they fear...an actual vigilante.

One thing I despise in the communities as a whole are the lack of those willing to take the hard stands, the less than likeable choices in order to do what they feel they must do. And I understood the villain mentality, I knew what could happen because I've had my own experiences. Don't ask, I won't tell. And don't bother 'investigating', because I'll know. And you'll only piss me off more.

The thing is, everything I said wasn't a lie. I really did, and do want to attack anyone that attacks me or my friends. And here's the truth of the matter. The words say these people hate vigilantes, their actions say otherwise. Eventually, someone was going to have to do the one thing no one has up to this point: take a stand. No more 'letting it go', no 'ignoring' them. because ignorance only lets this entire shit become what it has, a twisted mockery of what it was supposed to be.

So I took the filters off. I said exactly what I felt, not caring what my friends would say. And emotionally, I was prepared to go down the path I spoke of, hunting down and attacking those who attacked me. Because they would just keep doing it over. And over. AND OVER. No one seemed to understand. Look at their words! Their history! They didn't have to say a blatant threat! By their past actions and history, their very proximity and contact ARE the threats! And I still give them the only level of respect they deserve, I take them as genuine and react accordingly. To deal with them head on, not backing down, not compromising. I attacked their words they twisted, wanting to kill them. And I do. I want to bury a pickaxe in their skulls and start mining for assholes! And yes, I know the way to the ass is lower, but when dealing with threats, it's more about the journey, not the destination.

Of course, some people were scared. Dragonheart and White Skull contacted me, but I let them know that although I was pissed, I wasn't quite as mad as I was acting. That's right folks, The White Skull and Dragonheart was made aware at my Post where Everything Changes. When telling them keep it up, this is great material, they got the verbal wink. Oh, and for the record Lord Malignance, your use of words were once again damned by actions. What looked like your trying to reach out was blatantly a way to cover your own ass and continue the propaganda that villains are harmless. Oh, and I'm really disappointed in the community as a whole. Here I was, screaming I was going to kill myself and others, and no one, not ONE person contacted the authorities! When Potentate threatened to unleash poison gas at Comic Con, I called them. When The White Skull's life was threatened, I called the cops too. But in the time all this happened, what does Jimmy Zoidberg do? He contacts Google. Yeah, because a multinational corporation is exactly who you want to call when someone threatens murder-suicide. Idiot.

It was a scream, a call for help in the communities. And only a couple people even tried sincerely. The rest of you proved one thing: not another one of you in the RLSV community can ever call yourselves 'heroes' And the RLSH, once again for the most part, not only did nothing, but eventually encouraged it. This was a test. ALL OF YOU HAVE FAILED.

Part 3 coming up.

How it came to this point

I'm sure a lot of you are pretty pissed right now. Weeks, months of not acting like the Krampus you all know and love, eluding to death, threats, murder and suicide. To be perfectly honest, none of it was a lie. An exaggeration, a venting, but all true. Allow me to go into a bit of history. Malvado and Poop Knife have tormented myself and friends, trying to twist words, to try to show some level of superiority by revealing information about myself and friends, revealing real names, faces, locations, and let's face it, putting people in danger. I've shouted it until blue in the face, hopefully ending with this post:

"thats it
I, Malvado, am quitting Villainy if not forever then for a while to recover my mental willpower. I am an alcoholic, a recovering drug addict, and am a certifiable psychotic with a history of violence and suicidal tendencies. I make this decision not for my own safety or my legal well-being, but for the safety of others. I have violent impulses and without medication that I haven't taken for almost nine years now I am prone to being extreme dangerous to others in the wrong situations. I obviously don't care about myself or else I would have done something years ago, but I do care enough to hang up my mask for the safety of those within the RLSH. I'd rather be dead or rotting in a padded cell in a pill-induced coma than continue to be concerned about the ever fading facade of my fragile sanity and ability to control my inner demons, which is why, for now if not forever, this is the end of Malvado.

-MSV"

That was January folks. I didn't believe the man. After all, there was no reason to. And in fact, if he was looking for sympathy from someone who has also dealt with his own share of suicidal thoughts and violent temptations, he was dead fucking wrong. I knew it was bullshit. The man and his supposed 'friend' and fellow Nazi enthusiast PK have never, NEVER done anything but consistently used the loopholes, mercies extended and lulls to attack, gather information, try to win friends and influence people, all to attack again. And people seem to want to believe them. Living off of the charity of others only to repeatedly tear at them, one a history of violence, the other admitting to being talked out of killing a man here: One day a new member of the homeless transient (the homeless just like birds migrate south for the winter) population decided to call our little town "home". Only this one was a little different then the rest.. very mentally unstable.. scared the hell out of everyone including the rest of the local homeless We nicknamed him Uni-Manson as he wore the same style mirrored sun glasses and hoody as the Unibomber but had the wild Afro like Charles Manson.

Nothing could be done, as even though everyone knew this guy was insane he had not broken any laws.

A plan was formed to remove this dangerous element from our little corner of society. Being this was a small town our plan was leaked to other well placed members of the community... and as scary as this is they supported what we were going to do and were willing to provide what ever assistance we needed to complete our self appointed vigilante mission.

I had a chance to do something about the problem and did not because it was morally wrong. I would have become a vigilante or possibly a murderer, but instead due to my lack of action an innocent woman died for no damn reason at all.

A willingness to take a life for belief of danger. It takes one to know one. Thanks, stalker #2. So I became pissed and threatened that these individuals should NEVER contact me or my friends again, because I was willing to put my life on the line so that neither my friends nor I should ever have to deal with this shit again. I was threatened with cyber-bullying. By my own cyber and real life stalkers. Keep in mind that the RLSH mostly did nothing.

Now, here's the most accurate representation of the RLSV community and those most active in its history. The humans and structures are the RLSH, the Martians representing the RLSV.



Ridiculous, right? No one would ever believe this shit when the truth is so blatantly in everyone's faces.

Wait...the RLSH community at large swallowed this shit? Moreover, some not only encourage this behavior instead of stopping it, but have their own RLSV identities as well?

Now I understand. All that has happened? It was allowed to happen. The RLSVs knew the loopholes, constantly pushing, attacking, terrorizing people because not only did they know they could get away with it, but because the very people who were supposed to prevent such attacks were LETTING THEM. Very disconcerting. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

A month later, after Malvado promised to get help, after attacking myself and my friends, decided to return and post on a blog about a favored song.

Now, you all see someone who's trying to relate. What I see is someone that, just a month later, can't even keep his word and go the fuck away. What's more, he revels in it, wanting to 'bring it' to anyone in the communities. Worse than ever. Gee Poop Knife, you suck ass for being such a caring friend. Plus, what with Megacon coming soon, I decided not to be told by friends that I was instigating by addressing it, so I didn't. But seriously, my patience and mercy was at an end.

Part 2 next.

Judgment Day

I'm surprised no one guessed, no one bothered to figure out when I was going to make my move. It seems the best day. And by the time you read this, you'll be too late. The events have been put into motion. Everyone reading this had your chance to stop what was coming, to make things right. My stalker even decided to place equal blame on the ones who ruined the lives of Zetaman and his girlfriend. And I can promise you, everyone responsible will be dealt with as the threats they have proven themselves to be.

Hehehehehe.

Does anyone want to guess what kinds of guns I have? What kinds of ammunition that would be best to carry out an attack of retribution for pushing someone so far as to want to take someone else's life, then his own? Go ahead, I'll wait.

MMmmpphhh.....hehehehehehhahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, loyal readers, friends and assholes, terrorists and law enforcement personnel, members of the RLSH and RLSV communities! The following months in the role of Krampus have been a spirited exaggeration of my deteriorating mental health. As Doc Holiday from Tombstone said, "Oh I'm not quite as bad as I made out." And as you'll see, you're about to find out why. But in other words...

GOTCHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Oh don't worry, I wasn't lying. I'm still pissed and want to kill my stalkers and everyone that helped them. Continued next blog.

No peace. No rest.

And one of my stalkers has done more than prove me right. Now he's starting to think he IS me. Whatever happens next is justified.

Ode to lost friends

This is for my friends I've recently lost. And an apology for what's going to happen soon.



Sevendust: Will It Bleed

Confusion, perception.
Rage inside of me.
Or will it ever; or can it ever; or will it ever take me?
I'd rather kill myself, than put you through the pain again
I'd rather kill myself, than put you through the pain.
Passion; Find direction.
Hate inside of me.
Or will it ever; or can it ever; or will it ever take me?
I'd rather kill myself, than put you through the pain again
I'd rather kill myself, than put you through the pain.
I'd rather kill myself. (repeat)
I'd rather kill myself, than put you through the pain again.
I'd rather kill myself, than put you through the pain.
Passion; Find direction.
Hate inside of me.
Or will it ever; or can it ever; or will it ever take me?
I'd rather kill myself, than put you through the pain again
I'd rather kill myself, than put you through the pain.
I'd rather kill myself.
I'd rather kill myself, than put you through the pain again.
I'd rather kill myself, than put you through the pain.

Weapons

Someone's going to die. And it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter if threats have been implied or bluntly made. It doesn't matter if people who make themselves blackmailers or threats themselves because they crack a bad joke and hide in plain sight like John Wayne Gacy. He's a clown, he can't be dangerous, right? You pull a knife on someone, then hide it, erase any evidence, it didn't happen. Despite the witnesses seeing it, it doesn't matter. Because everyone watching has the memory of a wrestling fan. Because it doesn't matter what was said or who was hurt, no one cares. Not really. Because it's happened before, it will happen again. Because the ones who claim to be against it lie.

Words have become weaponized, the cloak to hide the dagger. They threaten, they endanger, then they hide it, erasing it, getting rid of the evidence. And it works. Some RLSH fall for it, even have identities as RLSV because they're so bored they want to play both sides and stir things up, hiding behind imagery and words. Weapons. And no one cares because there's no evidence that anyone was hurt.

Originally the world of larger than life heroes and villains was stepping out of the norm, the everyday, breaking the everyday rules to do what they wished. Now in mainstream culture it's become its own world with its own rules. The problem is, the current communities have made their own rules, in their own favors. You can stalk, reveal people's private information and play peekaboo with the evidence, and there are no repercussions, no consequences. It doesn't matter.

Actually, it does. People have bought into the dak dak of the Mars Attacks martians, saying "we are your friends" while shooting you and everyone around you. No one cares. Because when someone is called on their threats and bullshit, jokes are made, evidence is erased, then they come back and do the same thing again, only escalating it because they can. Because it doesn't matter. Because no one cares. And it's going to keep happening every few weeks. Because that's what they do, because no one cares. And no one will until someone is harmed or dies.

In this slice of the internet and real world, words have become weaponized to threaten, to imply intent even when not being blunt because it can be covered up by lies. The same people who admit that they have been violent, who have considered killing someone stares you in the face, but it doesn't matter because they pretend to change or cover it up with lies. Words have become stagnant, useless. When they're not used to attack, they're lies. There is no honor because the RLSV thrive in it, the RLSH do nothing, and pretenders who act like informants from one community to another blur the lines with more lies and attacks. It's going to keep happening and getting worse until someone is harmed or dies.

And then when it happens, people will have the gall to be surprised. Someone opens a door they shouldn't have and wonder why they're being attacked. They didn't mean any harm, they said so and erased the post that made the threat in the first place. It wasn't supposed to matter!

It doesn't matter that people with ties to violent groups attacks you with words, wishing to supposedly socialize only to gain information or attack you. It doesn't matter because it continues to happen, hiding actions with words. Unfortunately when words become useless, diplomacy becomes impossible. Because the ones that claim to wish it have proven time and again they have no honor, giving their word means nothing. They'll say whatever you want to hear and go back to attacking you or those close to you again after a few weeks. Everyone drinks the kool aid and nothing happens. And nothing will change until something else changes it.

The strange thing is, no one seems to notice that the rules of the game have changed.

Everyone is still playing the game as if the words still matter. That the weapons and lies will still work, because they always have. Or at least, the lies should cover the attacks. No one is supposed to look at the intent or the implications, scoffing the threats in the midst. Until someone is hurt or dies, it's going to keep going, same as it ever was. The problem is, it's going to stop in the near future. Recent events have reminded me about that which is important, worth living for, worthy dying for, and worth killing for. Very few people in this community seem to have the fortitude to follow through on their actions as long as an audience is watching. A strange paradigm for people who seek the limelight.

Case in point: Some time ago, Krampus expressed that there is doubt as to what's worth living for anymore. Someone who has attacked me in the past suddenly claimed to cease attacking in a chat room until this passed. A bit surprising, not to mention uncharacteristic. I mean, this never stopped them or their followers before. Could this be a sign of mercy, that these people are different from their personas? Of course it wouldn't last, the attacks would resume shortly after, attacking people, those close to them, encouraging others to do so and to follow suit. A history of attacks, stopped for a brief moment. Then I realized the truth beyond the lies. It wasn't that the heart of this person had changed, it wasn't that an act had ceased. It was because this person who had built a platform on attacks was suddenly in a spotlight they had no control over, faced with an encounter they didn't prepare for. Because of their history, they had to cease the public attack. Not out of the goodness of their heart, not for breaking character. But because they had an opportunity to influence a suicidal person to jump, or to push them. And everyone was watching. This is exactly what they strive for in action, despite their prose. The momentum of intent caught up with them, and suddenly remembered their lie. They're not supposed to want someone to actually BE harmed, because they could be blamed. At least, that's the cover story. You had a chance for a sliver of street cred, to have blood on your hands in one of the most circumstantial of ways. And you decided against it to cover your own ass.

Of course, that didn't stop you from eventually continuing your attacks, escalating and inciting, connecting to the very people you claim to want nothing to do with. The actions speak differently than the words. And your contradiction, your cowardice to claim a position of power despite what you really want between the lines? It disgusts me. And don't worry, there will be plenty of blood on your hands. Because everything that is building up to this point, you had a hand in it too. You promoted it. So no, you're not clean. You and your lives, every life you've touched will be investigated and judged.

Stop looking at the words, look at the actions, intent and the momentum of those who have used them. Diplomacy is impossible, pacts or agreements useless. There will only be what will be judged when it's too late to have stopped it. Sooner or later, a word, an inflection, a comment will set off a chain of events where someone will be hurt, or killed. Only then will it matter. And it will be too late by then.

You see, when someone claims to be a villain or a threat, yes, there are some who are genuinely harmless. These idiots are to be ignored. But when someone by association or history shows they are dangerous, I give them the only respect deserved: I treat them like threats. Dangerous, palpable, genuine. Threats and actual violence have happened here before. But no one cares. I threaten to meet that violence with greater force, then someone actually cares. And the funniest part? People care more about my reputation, my life, than that of my target(s) of wrath, the ones that provoked this. Really, that must suck to be an afterthought, that someone cares more for my reputation than the lives of my stalkers. That's the ugly truth, the truth I've worked hard to prevent coming to this point. But it fell on deaf ears in a media where words have become meaningless unless they're threats.

You see, Krampus is no fool. Someone with ties to gangs or organizations with histories of violence is a threat by their very nature and likelihood of danger. You deal with it legally, of course. But that doesn't always work. You try to avoid conflict by avoiding traps laid down, you try to avoid them. But when they push themselves in your face, threatening someone you care for, and doing so repeatedly, you assume the worst and prepare for it. So you don't just deal with one or two stalkers, you have to prepare for their gang affiliates, friends, associates with similar goals, anyone who jumps on the bandwagon with them, anyone who helps to inform them as spies and fellow stalkers, anyone who gives them an award for their behavior. You have to be ready for a very ugly war. You sever ties with those that are liabilities or friends who could be endangered, you call on allies who feel the same as you, ready to fight because they're not going to take this shit either and you'd defend them were the roles reversed. Normally I'm not one to involve others if necessary, but knowing that you're not alone should violence become a reality is rather comforting. Two members are tied to gangs stalking you? Build your own to counter it, it's worked before given the course of history.

And to those of you in these communities who claim to be heroes, who don't want this but allow, even encourage it, you're not innocent in this either. You swallow the pills, ignoring or chalking up your encouragement to part of a game. People wonder why so many leave this community due to the drama and bullshit, forgetting why yo took a stand in the first place. It seems the entire community needs a reminder of who they're supposed to be and who they really are. Watch them, it's going to happen soon. Because they can't help themselves. They can't stop. And anyone reading this who had the power to stop it are guilty by allowance. Accessory before the fact, or after depending on perspective.

No contact, no implied threats, no names or locations. Yet these rules are continually broken. Because that's what they do. The game is still being played by the old rules where people believe there will be no adverse consequences. And still, no one cares, no one does a damn thing. Now I am reminded what's important, what's worth living and dying for. If need be, killing for. And all you have to do is watch the communities, because the same people are so close from causing irreparable harm to come to someone's lives, impacting the community. And you could have done something to prevent it. But you didn't. Stop believing the words, follow the actions. Believe that which is less easily manipulated. And apparently I need to remind everyone that our community and key players within it, myself included, are being monitored by authorities. If anything were to happen to one, the other key players would be investigated with very real consequences. Oh, but that doesn't matter because it can be erased, covered up with a joke.

Do the words I write sound like I'm joking?

Or does it even matter anymore? Oh, and remember: whatever happens next, you wanted this. The lies are ignored, the actions and intent are the only things that matter now.

Osama Bin Laden and son dead

Now THAT'S how you deal with supervillains and stalkers!