Don’t let the hint make it so easy, though. “On this page” what’s the first thing you’re going to see? Uhh, how 'bout that big-ass banner that says THE STRAIGHT DOPE? I figured when I read the OP that it would be one of those words. (Not “the” though, or everyone would be dead.)
Make it difficult for us, Zoggie! 
Hey, Happy 2700 to me! Since my post DID come after yours, am I dead Zoggie?
Do sig lines count?
I once was contemplating my navel. There, I found a piece of lint. It smelled unusual, like bratwurst soaked in vinegar.
From there, I meandered down, to inspect my testicles for growth.
Once fully dissatisfied, I moved to the computer to read more information about banks.
Sure, sig lines are fair game. I don’t think it will come up, I don’t know of any lines with that word in it, but maybe.
So far you’re all alive and well…
::cackling:: For now.
From his lair deep in the heart of urban Tucson, MrVisible wakes, alert to the fact that there’s danger about, trouble afoot, and verbiage ahead.
Nimbly donning a comfy t-shirt and well-worn pair of jeans, the better to blend in with the local population, he stalks unobtrusively out of his headquarters, cleverly designed to look like an average two-bedroom house. Agents from multinational intelligence agencies could search the house for hours, tear apart the furniture, interrogate the houseplants, and they’d never be able to find evidence that the house was anything but the dwelling of a semi-slobbish computer geek. That’s how thorough MrVisible had been in establishing his current identity.
Weaving deftly through murderous traffic in his VisiMobile, meticulously disguised to look like a used Mazda, MrVisible demonstrates the skill, the concentration, the reflexes that made his name synonymous with notorious obscurity by making it into the grocery store parking lot alive, and untouched by the machines of death surrounding him.
A pint of Ben and Jerrys’ was marked for death, and he was just the man for the mission.
Sorry, Mr. V, you’re still alive and well.
Any takers?
Complete hijack:
The title (“Word Assassin”) reminds me of a lyric by a certain rapper:
lair deep in urban tucson, huh mrv? you must be talking about that weird concrete building behind the bank one on congress and church…at least that’s where i would put my lair…just seems logical.
Actually, I have a thing for that odd brick tower behind the Bank of America just south of the El Con on Broadway.
Always wanted to live there, and shoot lightning bolts out of the windows on dark, windy nights…
Er… ahem… That is, if MrVisible didn’t want to keep his lair hidden from the prying eyes of various shady nefarious international organizations.
Stealthily, alert to any sound of unusual disturbances in the black desert night, replete with satisfaction from his earlier mission against the deadly hordes at the command of Ben and Jerry, MrVisible makes his way to bed.