IMAGINE A FUTURE....
...where the boundaries of society have fallen.
IMAGINE A FUTURE....
...where the wicked prey on the weak without remorse.
IMAGINE A FUTURE....
...where the guiding light of intelligence has grown more and more dim.
---
Freeman Dyson:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the situation has become dire. 4chan's de-facto ruling position over the world, granted by its iron-clad grip on the Internet, is growing. All of our viable agents- Governor Arnold Schwartzenegger, Jean-Claude Van Damme, "Stone Cold" Steve Austin, even Chuck Norris- have been neutralized, their tactics easily countered by the encyclopaedic knowledge of the hostile entity which calls itself "Anonymous". To counter this, we need someone we can depend upon- unpredictable, fearless, dangerous."
*the doors slam open and someone in a wolf T-shirt walks in*
"Then you need me."
*something randomly explodes*
When courage is not enough...
When intelligence is not enough...
When brute force is not enough...
USE ALL THREE!
*cut to a very scientific-looking laboratory, with weapons strewn haphazardly about on lab tables*
Freeman Dyson:
"Rogue, I do not mean to cast doubt on your plan, but this flies in the face of established scientific knowledge! Your chances of success are almost infintesimal!"
Stephen Hawking:
"YOU MUST RETHINK YOUR STRATEGY. WHAT YOU PROPOSE CANNOT BE DONE. DOZENS OF THEORIES CONCUR."
The Rogue Wolf:
"With all due respect, Dr. Hawking, there's one theory you never learned in Cambridge."
*cocks a shotgun*
"John Gabriel's Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory."
*another random explosion*
---
This winter, The Rogue Wolf is...
THE VOLATILE FACTOR
The Rogue Wolf:
*holding a smoking grenade launcher*
"HOW D'YA LIKE THEM LULZ?!"
...where the boundaries of society have fallen.
IMAGINE A FUTURE....
...where the wicked prey on the weak without remorse.
IMAGINE A FUTURE....
...where the guiding light of intelligence has grown more and more dim.
---
Freeman Dyson:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the situation has become dire. 4chan's de-facto ruling position over the world, granted by its iron-clad grip on the Internet, is growing. All of our viable agents- Governor Arnold Schwartzenegger, Jean-Claude Van Damme, "Stone Cold" Steve Austin, even Chuck Norris- have been neutralized, their tactics easily countered by the encyclopaedic knowledge of the hostile entity which calls itself "Anonymous". To counter this, we need someone we can depend upon- unpredictable, fearless, dangerous."
*the doors slam open and someone in a wolf T-shirt walks in*
"Then you need me."
*something randomly explodes*
When courage is not enough...
When intelligence is not enough...
When brute force is not enough...
USE ALL THREE!
*cut to a very scientific-looking laboratory, with weapons strewn haphazardly about on lab tables*
Freeman Dyson:
"Rogue, I do not mean to cast doubt on your plan, but this flies in the face of established scientific knowledge! Your chances of success are almost infintesimal!"
Stephen Hawking:
"YOU MUST RETHINK YOUR STRATEGY. WHAT YOU PROPOSE CANNOT BE DONE. DOZENS OF THEORIES CONCUR."
The Rogue Wolf:
"With all due respect, Dr. Hawking, there's one theory you never learned in Cambridge."
*cocks a shotgun*
"John Gabriel's Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory."
*another random explosion*
---
This winter, The Rogue Wolf is...
THE VOLATILE FACTOR
The Rogue Wolf:
*holding a smoking grenade launcher*
"HOW D'YA LIKE THEM LULZ?!"
