Nº 1
EDICIÓN
PERSONAL
PERSONAL
LA AMENAZA ELEGANTE
★ A choose-your-own-adventure
NO GOAL.
ONLY A PATH.
ONLY A PATH.
COVER ART · the masked one at a foggy crossroads — three signposts, no map
A stranger wanders into the lair of the elegant menace. He is nowhere to be seen — but his paths are. ¿Cuál eliges, forastero?
¡EXTRA!
¡EXTRA!
¡EXTRA!
LATEST DISPATCH · APR 9, 2026
In which our villain hands 90% of his code to the machines… and pays for it with his sleep!
ART · the villain at 3 a.m., still building — by choice
SEND NO MONEY!
JUST WRITE TO THE MENACE.
Email is the only way in — no X, no DMs. Say hola, bonjour, or anything in between: my inbox is open.
PÁGINA 7
SO. YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO HE IS.
Careful, forastero — some of these answers are older than the internet. Choose one…
PÁGINA 23
HE IS NEVER IN ONE PLACE.
…or in one time zone. ¿Dónde lo buscamos? Where shall we look for him?
PÁGINA 42
IDLE HANDS? NEVER.
Our villain is always up to something. Pick your poison…
PARIS, 1911.
FANTÔMAS
Two pulp writers unleash a villain upon the city. Master of disguise. Lord of terror. Never once caught — and always impeccably dressed.
ART · vintage Fantômas comic book cover
MÉXICO, 1969.
FANTOMAS
LA AMENAZA ELEGANTE
He resurfaces on every newsstand as a pulp comic — ¡la amenaza elegante!
YEARS LATER, ON THE INTERNET…
A blogging platform is born under a familiar name…
phantomus.com
R.I.P.
A BLOGGING PLATFORM
THAT WENT DARK
THAT WENT DARK
…but names like this never really die.
AND SO…
A STRANGER FOUND THE NAME IN THE RUINS…
Phantomus. It’s mine now.
…and adopted it as his own.
THE PATH FORKS AGAIN…
¿Y AHORA?
MEANWHILE, BEHIND THE MASK…
ART · a portrait in shadow — only the mask’s eyes catch the light
HIS NAME IS KONSTANTIN.
Not the 1911 one. This one sails, barely sleeps, and keeps his watch on two continents.
“I speak three languages — and none of them well.”
EXPEDIENTEPERSONAL · Nº 01
CONFIDENCIAL
LANGUAGESThree. None of them well.
SLEEPShort and troubled.
TIME ZONESU.S. and Tokyo. Both at once.
FIRST MATEHis wife.
HOME PORTTrosa, Sweden.
THE PLANNone whatsoever.
Approach with caution. Or a bottle of something good.
THE PATH FORKS AGAIN…
¿Y AHORA?
THE OLD MASTERS SAY…
THE SAMURAI HAS NO GOAL —
ONLY A PATH.
Our villain doesn’t chase a finish line. He picks a direction and walks it — at the helm, on the page, wherever it leads.
HIS SINISTER PLAN:
¡NADA!
THERE IS NO PLAN.
“A plan? I have no #@%!ing plan.”
ART · a blank blueprint stamped “THE PLAN” — with absolutely nothing on it
THE PATH, SO FAR:
LATELY…
BAJO VELA:
EL MAR.
Lately, our villain vanishes under sail — with his first mate, his wife. From the Baltic to the Ionian, wherever the wind allows.
ART · the masked one at the helm, cape snapping in the wind
BITÁCORATHE LOGBOOK
Tap an entry to find it on the chart.
SNAPSHOTS FROM THE DECK
BACK ON DRY LAND…
¿Y AHORA?
LIFE BETWEEN TIME ZONES
WHEN THE U.S. CLOCKS OUT, TOKYO CLOCKS IN.
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Our villain lives in both — and sleeps in neither.
RIGHT NOW, OUR VILLAIN IS PROBABLY…
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ART · split panel: Tokyo neon on one side, a quiet U.S. street on the other — the same masked man in both
“Sleep? I’ll catch up in the next time zone.”
TICK, TOCK…
¿Y AHORA?
EVIDENCE, PINNED TO THE WALL…
EL CUADERNO
THE SKETCHBOOK
Snapshots and scribbles from the lair and the deck. Drag ► to flip through.
THE WALL RUNS OUT…
¿Y AHORA?
Nº
DESPACHOS
DISPATCHES FROM THE LAIR
Field reports, filed whenever the villain finds a quiet minute between prompts.
LATEST · DESPACHO Nº 2
APR 9, 2026 · 7:36 PM
In which our villain hands 90% of his code to the machines… and pays for it with his sleep!
A diary-style note on going AI-first: the productivity upside, the sleepless nights, and why working more is still a choice.
ART · the villain at 3 a.m., still building — by choice
“AI made it easier. I work more anyway. It’s a choice.”
DESPACHO Nº 1
MAR 28, 2026 · 11:00 AM
A farewell to the small tools that fell during the great OpenClaw migration…
ART · a tiny SaaS waving goodbye from a departing train
“…there’s always a chance it crashes.”
¡PRÓXIMA-
MENTE!
MENTE!
A day in the life of a founder-operator: what he automates, what he refuses to, and why he still works this much.
Want it first? Email the menace ►
THE INK DRIES…
¿Y AHORA?
IN THE LAIR’S DARKEST CORNER…
THE VILLAIN’S SHELF
What he reads, watches and listens to — when he isn’t sleeping. (So: often.)
READING
TITLE · AUTHOR
TITLE · AUTHOR
TITLE · AUTHOR
TITLE · AUTHOR
TITLE · AUTHOR
Spines are placeholders — swap in real titles.
WATCHING
LISTENING
THE RECORD ENDS…
¿Y AHORA?
DEEP BENEATH THE LAIR…
EL LABORATORIO
Toys, experiments, and things that probably shouldn’t exist.
ART · a mad-science bench: bubbling flasks, a soldering iron, a tiny robot in a top hat
EXPERIMENT Nº 0
SFX-O-MATIC 3000
Type a sound. Pull the lever. Make some noise.
{{ labWord }}
EXPERIMENT Nº 1
CLASSIFIED.
…for now. The next toy is still on the bench.
SLOT · your experiment: name, one line, link
THE SMOKE CLEARS…
¿Y AHORA?