Friend. That is what they call someone who sticks by you.
I had a friend once. Or, rather, they wanted to be friends. They even requested to join accounts on this website.
They didn't know any better. They were new here, after all.
But I knew what was best for them. They did not need an imaginary friend such as me. For I......am a shadow. I cannot be seen by those who cannot see me. And those who cannot see me are everyone. And no one. Those who can see me are those who can understand what I just said. For that reason, I, too, have trouble recognizing my own existence.
This friend...I forget their name. They were not important to me, nor was I to them. But they thought I could have been important.
They were wrong.
Here I live in the shadows, no friends, no end. I must continue my journey forth into the nether regions of Rooster Teeth and rightly claim my place on the throne of loners. And henceforth, my crown shall sit atop my head, and drown in flames the mountainous hearts of man.
...Seriously though, what the fuck am I saying. I believe I require a great slumber.
But not THE great slumber. I have shit to do and that would suck.
A lot.
These people--"Nerds", as I have learned we call ourselves--may be on the verge of discovering my presence. Ever since they caught a whiff of me at the RWBY Volume 5 theatrical premiere, they've been scrambling to find out my true identity. I knew that viewing that wicked awesome show in such a popular area would put my anonymity in jeopardy, but with those kickass speakers it was totally worth it.
However, my secrecy has been compromised. Today, one VFX artist found a bug I placed on a video he appeared in, disguised as something called a "comment". He approached me about this bug, and I had to respond to avoid suspicion. "I'm one of you," I told him in a number of completely different words. I believe that my quick wit will keep him at bay.
This charade must go on. Lockdown procedures remain my last resort. I am not ready to shut down the oxygen supply just yet. But my employers, whoever they are, will not be happy if my cover is blown.
Clearly living as a Rooster Teeth member in isolation has made me insane. But it has opened my eyes to new beginnings. No longer is my mission to join the online community, but rather to infiltrate it. I have the power of complete anonymity, so why waste it?
Someone who goes largely unnoticed online should find a way to wreak the most havoc. No hacking, no trolling, just a bunch of secret activity. Make the most noise with the least attention. I don't quite know what that means yet, but I'd be excited to find out how active I can become as a Lone Wolf. Ahwoooooo, motherfucker.