Once Upon a Time

Long, long, ago I wasn't named Fracture. Fracture is something Duckie named me within the last 10 years. Before I was pretending to be Frank Tanner pretending to be Fracture, I was pretending to be Hans Dellard pretending to be Handler as a proud handler of the Bureaucracy trying to be the cancer that would rot the old Bureau from the inside out before Loveless had me executed in front of a class of students I was in the process of conditioning. But then that was a good call on his part because I was a fucking traitor. You see, before that I was pretending to be Travis Leer pretending to be the Traveler.

Most people probably aren't familiar with my deeds as Travis. I ran a nationwide cult of proxies. You know, until the bureaucracy became aware of me. Join or die is a hell of an ultimatum. But hey, blowing up the nerve center of my operation with me in it was definitely a mature and reasonable way to deal with competition.

I could keep going like that for hours but after Travis we lose relevance to the present. It all becomes old names and references to people and grudges no one cares or knows enough about to get any insight from were I to offhandedly mention them.

Suffice to say, I have been a lot of people over the years and more often than not who I was ends with a murder attempt or a coup of some sort that I survive without them realizing and I come back as someone else right under their nose to fuck them over. Its been a long vicious circle of wrath and retaliation that I have had the good fortune of surviving.

And you might think thats where the name for these blogs come from but uh... you'd be wrong.

See, there's no point in getting into who I was before I was Travis because you don't have context. So to give you the context you need to appreciate who I was and where I came from more than a generation or two ago we have to go to the beginning. The very, very beginning.

To back before I was an abomination of Gods, Monsters, and Men. Before my great and unfortunate rebirth, when I was just a child with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge with a goofy nickname.

Back when I was Wrath. Or as I use to spell it then, Wraph. Or as my parents would have called me Raphael Beekman, back when they were still alive in 1807.

That's right. Wrath has always referred to me. How fucking vain am I that all these blogs are named after me? I'm like Disney up in this bitch. But... probably way lamer. In my experience things are only ever cool when other people do them.

Fuck me right?

Whatever.

Wraph out!