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.