Death Threat

I've realized that I've been talking for a while about airtagging but you may not have a clear idea what it looks like yet, so here it is:


((Image: a dirty corridor with a blue door, over the door there's a floating sign with "WE R GOING 2 KILL U" written in wobbly letters.))


That there is the door to my apartment, and the tag you see is the death threat I got on Wednesday, 4 days before my date and my brother's funeral. The threat got me more pissed off than paranoid. I had never done anything to upset anyone, or so I thought. I went online straight away, since dodamage.de had a strict policy about tagging reference. You had to log in and sign your tag, so if you checked, you could always see who had written any tag.
Had, past tense, that policy had been removed from the site three minutes before the threat had been written. In fact, I had the privilege of getting the first ever anonymous airtag dedicated to me, cool, uh?
Let me get this straight, I still do not know who wrote that tag, but things have changed quite a bit and I guess whoever wrote it was probably aware of how the big players were moving me around and using me. Of course, I had no idea at the time.


I could feel myself falling into the Dark Side, or as I used to call it: the Mark Side. I am normally quite calm, easy going, I enjoy sitting around and having fun. But I guess a bad temper is something genetic and I could go into this ugly fits of anger if things were actually getting to much out of control. I was so upset I called my brother.
"What? I'm kind of busy," he almost shouted before the first ring had ended.
"Mark," I said, slowly enough to make him realise I wanted a clear answer. "I just got a death threat. You are NOT," and here I made sure he could hear that I had capitalised the word, "getting me into any trouble, are you?" Cursive is harder to get through in spoken form than capitalisation, but I believe I did a pretty good job.
"No one wants to kill you, you arsehole, you're not worth it," he said. I felt patronised.
"Well, thanks, that's pretty comforting, can you please say so to the guy who wrote that he was going to kill me on my door?"
"Wait, did he write he or we?"
"What?"
"I mean, if you are serious about trying to kill someone you want to be personal, so they realise that you mean business, so when sending the message you want them to be sure that it is YOU the one that's trying to do the job. So, serious death threats always say I'm going to kill you. However, if you just want to scare someone you tend to act more impersonal, as if the threat could come from anywhere, so you would say we're going to kill you. So what was it, I or we?" Apparently Mark could use capitalisation and cursive in spoken word too. Could be genetic.
"Uhm, we."
"There you go," he said. "Some arsehole wants you to act scared, it's probably related to the thingy in Sunday, but you shouldn't worry. I would never get my little brother into real trouble."
"You are lying, Mark."
"Probably," he said and hung.


So yeah, someone was trying to scare me. Why? I had no idea.
I also had no suit for my brother's funeral, I realized. Fuck.