"We never used to get noticed, men like me.
As far as could be from the movers and shakers of the world, pushing the little buttons that made the big wheels turn.
Hacker, technician, byte-monkey
...for the rebel faction.

We never used to get noticed, men like me.
In the dark places by night, and curiously absent by day
Tripping one switch after another after another
At the kind request of our beloved Agent...

She had her foot soldiers on the battlefield, and she had her foot soldiers in cyberspace.
Those were us.
Men like me.

With my patience and my know-how
Million-terabyte brain,
I was instrumental.
Men like me were the architechts of the Underdark's apocalypse,
And men like me made its rebirth possible.

Men like me are the bug in your system,
The ten thousand credits suddenly gone from your bank account,
The little flashing red light.

Let nothing more than our survival be my legacy
Holed up in our Spiked Fortress, armed to the teeth, keeping the world out,
While the remnants of the old order tear themselves apart in vain.

The clock is ticking."

- Sszeth Mazz'dumo.

Just a quick photomanipulation I made resulting from my lack of sleep. Here we have Sszeth, hacker extraordinare working for the rebel survivors in the post-apocalyptic underdark of the future. (Yup, this guy is a drow...somewhere under all the synthetic/dyed hair and the pilot goggles.)

Stock photo: Matte [link] by and hair brushes (for Sszeth's random green dreads) by