Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Amir Hafizi: International Man of Mystery

Life as a spy, is tough all over.

I wake up at 8am everyday. I fix myself a crude breakfast. I go over things that needs my attention today. I read my spiritual books - comics and graphic novels. I revise the information flow of certain organisations, as well as have a look at social dynamics.

I do character assessments, and then I push a button in my closet. The wall swings open, revealing my costume, my mask, my weapons and a framed picture of me with the Whore-Priestesses of Shabda-Oud.

I take a cigar from the box. Light it up.

This afternoon, I'm teleporting myself into hostile territory.

Dog carcass in alley. This city fears me, for I have seen its true face. Yadda yadda yadda.