Letter of things to come

[Cryogentic]

I’ve decided to put down this sick animal you have created Bloodywedd. You have fallen from who you were and are no longer fit to be leading anyone. While you were busy saving the innocent and stopping a missile; you were judged and deemed unworthy.

Malice in Wonderland is dead, but not gone. I am giving it new life. It will be reborn in a new stronger image. People will fear us again, respect us, and hate us. We will bring much suffering to the world; there will be no mercy for the masses.

Now is the time to leave this plague ridden animal you used to call home and be ushered into a new era, one were your full potential will be brought out! Leave our badge of this place, and burn the stench from you. When you are clean and ready to be reborn I will guide you to your new home.

You may be nervous or unsure of leaving what has been your home, but it is for what is best for you. The longer you live in filth and decay the more of a tolerance you will build for it till you are unaware of your own talents withering away into nothing.

Love,
Kryogentic

[Cryogentic]

(( post if you want I guess, but this was pretty much just a letter sent to everyone in MiWR))

[RedSwitchblade]

Dear Kryo,

Bitch, you got a big set on you.

I'll enjoying watching. Just save me a seat in your new world order and I'll bring the terror to the masses.

Cheers,
First Victim.

P.S. Icespark is my apprentice, so make sure she stays out of the crossfire, won't you?

[Cryogentic]

Dear First Victim,

There will be no fence sitting. Those that decide to wait and see who wins will find themselves without a home.

Miss K

[The Widowed]

Dear Backbiting Little Bat,

Or is that me? No, no...it certainly is you. Not her. She is a bird, and she is gone for the moment. So I'll speak quickly before she returns to bother me again.

Allow me to illustrate something which you and your simple reptilian brain may have missed during the entire conflict in Warburg. Mass death of apocalyptic proportions is antithetical to our aims...or, at least, to mine. The entire purpose of Malice in Wonderland is to bring the huddled masses to confront how fragile their notions of safety and security really are, to realize how fallable the notions of law and order and authority and government are, to cast aside their fears of pain and discomfort and their socially dictated notions that chaos, anarchy, loss and wickedness are unspeakably bad and best avoided, to accept our enlightenment and come to see our world as the screaming, painful, chaotic, horrific, inhumane and ultimately beautiful thing that it truly is in her heart of hearts. And towards these ends we perplex, we menace, we madden, we torment, we ruin, we destroy, we may even kill. But full-scale genocide is nowhere in our toolbox of wonders, O little impetuous bat.

We cannot evoke fear from the dead. We cannot torment the dead. We cannot lead the dead to madness and all of the enlightenments which come with it. We cannot bring the dead to a stronger and more self-sufficient state of survival and jungle law. All we can do to the dead is bury the bodies and wonder if their ghosts will find us.

Oh, that's right, little bat...you're unable to perceive the dead, aren't you? The hungry, angry, bereft souls taken from life before their time? You don't have to listen to their wails, their threats, their howls of anguish, their phantasmal hands raking across your skin...do you? I have had my fill of ghosts, be they outside the walls of my own skin or squatting in the very amphitheatre of my own mind. I do not fear you or your little mental manifestations, batling. But I do fear them. My psyche is strong, yes, and my soul has sharp, pointy teeth. But whatever my power, I cannot fight the dead forever.

And to think that we only have the occasional cemetery or shallow grave to contend with. What would an entire city of ghosts be like? An entire countryside? An entire state?

No, I certainly would not let you get your hands on that pretty button. I will not let you sow and harvest a field of death. We cannot torment the dead, oh no. But they can certainly torment us.

I do not anticipate that very many of our Wonderlanders will follow you to your Gettysburg, little bat. Whatever my flaws and however troublesome they may find my lunacy, I was here for them all the while, I built our own Wonderland with them brick by brick and beam by beam and I shared in their glories and their setbacks, even as you followed your own rabbit hole to Shangri-La and left the lot of us behind.

The cat is not sickly. He only naps. And he will not follow you no matter how you pull at his whiskers. But take heart, little bat. I understand that the Destroyers of Paragon are hiring, and they might take to your clumsy lust for death quite well. I'm not certain if they would entertain the notion of killing five-million people with a poisonous blade of the Apocalypse, but you could certainly ask them.

With undisguised disdain,
B

[Cryogentic]

Dear little B,

Sounds more like fear is in control of your actions, the world is filled with death and your going to be afraid of a little concatrated death? As for spreading fear and chaos; what do you think happens when one of the most protected cities suddenly turns to ash? You think the world won't be afraid?

As for standing side by side with our memmbers, what about the ones that wanted Atlas to burn? You have grown soft and scared. Afraid of the pain you may recieve from others dying. You sound like a true cape, doing the right thing to avoid that little pang your conscience might give you.

You have proven you can not lead, you had full power for months and you have let the group die.

I do not seek destruction but a rebirth of a dead group. I believe the memmbers know it is truely dying and will join me in spreading our joy across the world, alive and full of energy.

Love,

K

[Green Tower]

Dear Devil-Child:

Even though Bloodywedd is a severely flawed creature as a human, the Strawman still held some respect for her power and pyschotic tendencies. Her wanton desire to inflict madness on the unwashed masses amused me.
However, as of late, her priorites have shifted to aquiring the latest in gadgets and oragnizing her wadrobe. The malice in Wonderland has waned. A new voice must echo throughout the halls. Your talk of fear and suffering is music to my ears.

Regards,

Strawman

[RedSwitchblade]

To all,

Whoever has the most determination will win my allegiance.

-First Victim

[Vendel]

To whom it may concern

I am Ahab! I am the Captain of this vessel. Aye Pequod is a fine ship. Well suited for the task at hand. For we shall sail this vessel around the horn, around the Norway maelstrom and around perdition’s flame before we give him up!

Starbuck my charts!!!!

Yes nothing shall stand in our way nothing will stop me from my revenge. That bloody beast shall know my wrath. You can all sense it can’t you? The very seas quake with fear at my name. I am AHAB!

Stubb, Flask wake the men!!

The white…The WHITE WHALE! Why can’t anyone see what is at stake here?
I have risen from the bottom of the sea after so many years to finally seek my revenge! This ivory leg is what propels me! Harpoons thrust to the sky!

A gold coin to whoever spots it first!!!!

Bloodywedd…..BloodyWHALE if you ask me!! Not fit to be a part of the crew of the glorious Pequod. Now Kryo….aye she knows how to hunt whale. TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH IF NEED BE!!!




-Capt. Ahab

[Joe Schmoe]

To whom it may concern: (Which would be all of you people I guess.)

So! Disorder among our ranks. It was bound to happen of course, it was the most ironic thing possible. The driving force of our life! Irony! Not fate! Hehe!

Anarchy among the anarchists! Its beautiful. Cute. A compelling story. Two lovers, once brought together through chaos, are now town apart by the same! This Thursday.. I'm digressing.

The subject at hand! Yes! I can talk about the subject at hand. Five fingers to each side. The thumb, the fat midget of the group. I love you fat midget.

So! How about dem Mets?

So! The imp is calling for power. Leadership! A new world order.. Order. Ugly word. Kinda like library. Ew. Look at that ****. Sickening. Nonetheless! Our creator is weak, eh? I worry too..

That explosion would have been beautiful. So beautiful.

But this is Bloodywedd! I mean, sure! Its a little silly to think ghosts are real, and to be afraid of such. But then again! I'm afraid of postal workers, and think they're real. That's just as silly, amirite?

And look at how far we've gotten dudes! I could probably go take a crap in Recluse's helmet right now, and even he would hesitate to punch me in the face! Man I hate having power. But power is what its going to take to get the message across.

Do I think blowing up Atlas would have spread that message? Yes.. Yes. I think it would have solved more problems than one. But.. I trust Bloody. She is my friend. And gets me. Few get me.

Maybe it was for the best.. Maybe there are other ways.. Pains me to think that! But I want to see where Bloody takes us, whether that be the fair, or hell. Should be fun either way.

Although, if she sides with the Poopstick again, I may have to cold shoulder! Still.. I have to think about the kid. The kid is really happy here. I like the kid being happy. Yes. I have to remain with Bloody. But anymore Mr. Crap loving or sick compassion, Wisecracker's gang is looking a'mighty promising!

Slaphappy looks up from writing his letter at everyone else waiting. He grabs his cup, and takes a sip of his tea; looking around suspiciously, he gets back to his letter. While most villain teams don't communicate by sitting at the same table passing notes to each other, this is like no other team.

All of your stares make me uncomfortable! Any dang way.. Vote for Gore!

Signed by your friendly neighborhood terrorist.

[Knightward]

Dear Morons,

Clearly you fail to see just how dangerous a "plague-ridden" animal is. IT SCARES THE **** OUT OF PEOPLE!!! They run and cower and scream "Oh no! What if I get sick? I'm sweating from all this running and it's ruining my mascara! Woe is me!" *hole in paper*

So the big bad bomb wasn't dropped. Sure, we don't have tons of rotting corpses to throw at people in while they're bathing right now, but that doesn't mean NEVER! While as nausiating as it is for me to say (and I'm sure this revelation is far far worse for pretty little Kryo), I do... appreciate... Kryo's want for destruction. You hear that honey, you got something in common with ME! Next thing you know you'll be coughing up blood and not bathing like the best of us! Anyway, you can't topple society and its goddamn catwalks without destruction! However, unlike Kryogentic, Bloodywedd can plan ahead... or she's really good at faking it. Holding off now may mean even more chaos and toppling later. I'll take the bigger one! Also *huge stain of several dark colors you hope are blood, taking up most of the paper* -ing that model with her own crap!

And why the hell are we writing goddamn letters to everyone!?! What kind of flamboyant crap is that? You wanna say something than say it!

*another creepy stain*
Abissmiliard

[The Widowed]

So...undetermined, am I? Compassionate? Soft? Unfit to lead? Fixated entirely on my wardrobe and my powerful artifacts? I see, then, Mr. Christian; Mutiny this be.

I told you that you would need to speak to Kryogentic, Ahab, and I meant what I said. I anticipated that events might truly come to this, at long last.

Thank you for your votes of confidence, Slappy and Ratkin; Your insights are keen and you will both go far in this world. And postal workers are only as treacherous as the mouth of Charybdis; You need not fear them further. But I digress.

So the hydra no longer has need for its oldest head. Fortunately, I've already prepared for this eventuality. So you think that the merry band has languished, little bat? You think that your own hands at the helm--sharing the wheel with none--will steer Wonderland to a new Age of Aquarius? Very well, then. Lead. I'll be watching from afar, waiting to see if you fall and take the rest of the hydra into the depths with you. Victim's decision is already made, and I can't say that I like this new venom-spitting Kryogentic in the least, oh no. I'll be glad to cast myself from her company. Pity that the old imp has perished. Take caution when you nest with a viper, hearties.

But I suppose you don't need the advice of one who has grown so toothless, soft and predictable, do you? Then predict this.

*bites her thumb at the gathering and storms out*

[D'Arkaine]

*Fluffy Darkness continues to clean that one spot on her paw that just won't come clean* Mrrrow? 0.o

[Scarf_Girl]

Neverdarke strolls into the room wearing her Batgirl costume and watches everyone furiously writing letters, handing them off to others and then glaring at each other .
After spoting Slappy she drops to the floor and crawls commando style towards him under the various desks and chairs before setting up camp under his chair .

While tying Slappys shoes together with her hands she literlly bends her legs and backside upwards and uses her toes to feel along on Slappys desk for a pencil while her tail tries to point out grammatical errors to Slappy .

Having grasped a pencil between her pink padded toes she begins to write on the desk .

"Dearest Boss (that would be you boss )
It has come to my attention that we are out of those festive ribbed party baloons that come in assorted flavors and colors that we get from the mens room with quarters .

I think the current tension in the base has to do with this and me and my shadow are both unhappy that until things are figured out we will not be completeing our festive baloon animal concentration camp .

Anyways when I consulted the magic eightball about the outcome of this current bru hahaha it told me to kill you and feast on your liver (that eightball what a kidder) still its words had some wisdom as im guessing before the week is through we will be killing someone .

I await your instructions boss and know that my shadow is ever watching at your side ....like even when your off poopin its watchin !

as I suspect anyone not with one of the two camps is against them

Your number one Fan

NeverDarke :)

ps

The pizza guy is here and your share of the delivery is Eight dollars .....they did forget your cheesey bread so be forwarned !"

[Gaia]

Dearest Queen of Hardy Hearts (That's you boss :) )

Easy Peezy Puddin' Pie
I smell a rat and it must die

Hickory ****ory dock
These Mice have
Run up the clock
The clock strikes 1
I wheld a gun
and the other two
escaped with minor injuries

*giggles insanly*

I agree on a count of three
We must end this insanity

To split the ranks
There will be no pranks
It will all end in spanks
But none for me
No thanks!

Your's in sillyness

Miss Harley
Bozo #1
Bozo #2

ps. You forgot I was alive didn't you? well poo!