Egle here.

I don't know why, but Kelevra told me to make a post if he was gone for longer than three hours, talking more about why I and Gorinich are on this team.

I think it is a bit obvious, since Kelevra constantly talks about it, but it is indeed Destruction, how did I end up believing that Destruction is the only thing that makes sense. Well do you have a counter to that? No matter where you look at, what you look at, everything ends in destruction, why build something, when you can just reach the end? This is what I believe, I mean I used to believe in other life goals, like forming a family and all that shit, but after all what had happened to me, which I'm sure Kelevra detailed on this blog already, I had only one Goal in mind, it replaced every other Goal I previously had, that Goal was Revenge.

You know when people say that everyone have their limits, I think back then, mine was reached, hence why Mother came to me, she sensed my pain, offered me salvation, offered me revenge, which I'm thankful to her for. When I got my revenge, I just lost all point in living, I reached my goal in life, what was I supposed to do now? I was asking that question and that is when I had met Kelevra, he explained everything to me and it made sense.

I am thankful to Kelevra for helping me see the truth, for helping me not become another pawn in this pointless world we inhabit.

So that is pretty much my reason.

Gorinich however, he is in this team because of me, he wants what I want, he wants to help me reach my goals, so it is pretty simple for him. He is so cute lying on the floor sleeping all curled up like that, poor thing had a hard day.

Well, I guess that is it, oh almost forgot, Kelevra told me to write here where he currently is. Right now he is attacking a bar full of Timberwolves along with Koschey, not sure why he would tell me to post this, but whatever...

Bye now.

- Egle.

Aces of Rejects, Member #5: Dimok

Name: ???
Age: ???
Occupation: Crimson Knight (Unknown if Ex-Crimson Knight, or not)
Weapon: Saw him carrying a sniper rifle with himself.
Tittle: Enigma.
Favorite Line: He doesn't talk.
Theme Song: Einstürzende Neubauten - Sabrina

Special "Talent": Like any Crimson Knight he is capable of manipulating smoke as a means of camouflage, probably explains why he always carries a patch of cigars with himself. Also like any Crimson Knight, he is capable of emitting a sound that causes chaos and destruction, although I never seen him use it. He must also have enhanced agility and strength, since every other crimson knight is known for having that "talent".

Bio: Dimok is the most mysterious of our group, for you see, I have nothing to tell you about his past life, or anything for that matter, he doesn't talk and his face is unknown to me, because he hides it behind that creepy rabbit mask. This suit (With a red tie) wearing knight just started following us, until the day when he finally decided to appear in front of us. You must be asking, "But Kelevra! How can you possibly trust a person like that?" well first of, he saved my team mate's asses several times, he is giving us funding and sometimes he plays card games with me, but that is a rare thing to happen. So he proved to me, not he's trust, but he's goals, whatever they are, fall with our goals, somehow.

Fighting Style: Never seen him fight.

Main Goal: No idea.

Status in Team: Supplier.



And that is it, this is everyone in the Aces of Rejects.

Therapy Session #2

Today, I woke up with a hunger for some analysis, so this is why I am starting this one session, an Audio Session.

Now I want all of you, who would like to participate fully in this, who would like to experience the best quality, to lean back, relax, breath deeply and close your eyes, lets your imagination run wild and once the audio is done, relay it into a text, a comment, of what you have seen a scenario, an image, what was happening in your head when you were listening to this piece of audio.




I eagerly await your analysis and don't worry, there are no loud jump scares in the audio, I dislike those myself.

Of course this is where I type up my own analysis, of what I see, but sadly I have no time right now, for you see, I am rather busy.

But I hope you have a good time and seriously, if you want to fully experience this, then I suggest you close your eyes, relax, breath deeply and as I already said, let your imagination run wild.

See you all later today, maybe.

"Of course you realize this means WAR" - Bugs Bunny.

This is  beautiful, couple of weeks of Koschey and Gorinich attacking bases brought out inspiration, the information that I'm getting is that proxies are dropping like flies all over the region. The fact that Koschey and Gorinich with the help of some runners they ran into, took out the main organization here in USA that was supplying proxies with weaponry and money, that certainly shook things up for them.

So I thought it was time for me to get my ass off the couch and start doing some work. Lucky me that when I get off my sick day, real shit hits the fan. Once I was up and ready I told Koschey to take a break, tried to convince Gorinich to relax as well, but nope, that animal is like an endless source of energy.

Since Proxies were being taken care of by various other groups and their system practically fallen apart here in USA, it was time for us to look for other targets, and we did. We found a Maenad hive here in USA, man these guys were pathetic, after the recent death of their master The Rake and I'm not kidding, here take a look, here too. They were like lost puppies or some shit, some of them were mutated to the point like Gorinich and were practically turned into animals, other were still able to utter a sentence and actually walk on two legs.

I let Gorinich go in first, they didn't attack him because they thought that he was one of them, this was also a good test to see if Gorinich was truly loyal, safe to say he is, he lashed out on them without a single thought, ripping them apart, they started ganging up on him so I came in as well. They became more furious when they sensed my presence, or rather the presence of my darling Fortissimo, they hated her, who could blame them, after all she was "part" of Marshmallow Man in the past and it is no secret that The Rake and Marshmallow Man were enemies. So slaughter began, some of them bled blood, some of them blood some sort of acid, had to be careful that blood actually ate through some of the concrete.

However, what I didn't expect was that the place was wired with C4, I was lucky enough to find out about that when Gorinich sniffed out one brick of it, didn't take us long to get our asses out of there. Someone wired the place, someone was going to take care of the left overs of Maenad's before us, they were also going to take care of us in the process.

But I'm not a stupid cookie, Gorinich got the scent, so we sniffed out the bastard that triggered the explosion, it wasn't one bastard, a group of people hiding in some sort of Van. Didn't attack them  immediately, followed them to the docks, to a warehouse.

Inside, bunch of people walking around, lots of computer equipment and shit, wanna know who these people were? Well surprise, FBI was on a clean up mission, don't really know on which side they were, probably bunch of Proxies. They were cleaning shit up here in USA, by cleaning up, making sure that all this little war was being kept a secret, along the way getting rid of unwanted guests.

Of course I couldn't resist, so me and Gorinich introduced ourselves and took out all of them, I have a bullet wound in my right leg, shit happens. So we took a look, these FBI agents were legit, from what I could see they weren't serving anyone, they had all the groups on their target lists, all their bases marked out on the USA map, bases that even I didn't know about, so I took the map.

Something else that I found out, digging through their messages it seems that these guys were on a mission of wiping out all the servants along with Runners, they wanted to keep everything connected to this conflict as much a secret, as they could. You know why? Get this, if other countries find out that good ol' USA is in such a state, a third World War could start, other countries would use this opportune time to conquer USA.

So when I said War, I really meant Wat, we're on a verge of a World War Three and the only thing keeping it at bay are these agents that are keeping everything as much of a secret, as they can, I don't like that, so I'll be taking care of them as well, imagine what kind of Destruction could start with a World War III! It would be  beautiful!

Something else that I found out, good ol' Diana is behind these FBI agents, apparently she's an FBI agent, interesting huh?

Bound to The Bed.

As the title says, I'm bound to the bed for a couple of weeks, why you ask? I was leading a line of attacks on proxy warehouses all over The US, obviously a certain someone would interfere, seeing as his men were falling like dominoes.

So me and Gorinich, spreading havoc and shit, blowing shit up, killing, infiltrating and suddenly, in the middle of slaughtering a dozen of proxies in one of their warehouses, Marshmallow himself appears, behind the same mentioned proxies, some of them bow down as soon as they see him like a bunch of idiots, others just stand in confusion, me and Gorinich? Fuck dat shit!

Gorinich starts pouncing the proxies that are bowing down, I started attacking them as well, slowly making my way towards Marshmallow Man, if I wasn't too busy splattering proxy brains left and right, I swear I could see Marshmallow Man doing the same thing, he was just picking them up one by one and throwing them left and right, some he crushed, others just ripped apart, heh poor puppies.

To my surprise, Gorinich was making it faster than me, eventually he had a clearing to go at Marshmallow Man himself, he just pounced like a fucking animal across the whole warehouse, ready to stab the ever lasting crap out of Marshmallow Man, but he was caught with one of his many tentacles and proceeded to what seemed like crushing Gorinich, while Gorinich was thrashing left and right, his attention was immediately caught by Marshmallow Man's blank face, shortly after that, he started screaming, holding his head and screaming, I knew what he was doing, a thing he does to a lot of proxies in which he sees potential, he did it to me when we first met.

Gorinich handled it better than me, he started stabbing into one of the tentacles that was holding him, Marshmallow's response was a head tilt and shortly after that, simply threw Gorinich to the side, like a toy that he just got tired of playing with.

It was my turn, at this point all the proxies are panicking, running, clawing for their lives, they don't give two shits about attacking me, all they care about is surviving. It was too crowded, so I asked my darling Fortissimo to put two tentacles against the ground under my feet and lift me into the air, on he's head level, she did so with no problem, darling.

I quickly caught his attention, that one minute stare down was fun, he's blank face and my smiling face, must have looked awesome from the side. Next thing I do, I need to get his attention and I do, by showing him my tongue and flipping him off, head tilt, as always. After that Fortissimo lowers me down and we run outside into the alley, and thats when we meet him, nobody around us, nobody screaming, yelling, running between us, me and him.

He was starring at me, I knew what my reaction was supposed, to be, I was supposed to collapse to my knees, he would start singing and then talking to me, it would hurt, like a bitch, but I didn't, I'm immune to that shit, my darling Fortissimo, one of the things that he is made of, his "Family" turned against him, I can hear only her voice.

I could feel it, he didn't expect it, he was getting pissed the fuck off, nothing new right? Wrong. People saw him getting pissed off because they failed him or some shiz, he would start flailing his tentacles around and become violent. Here, it was different, he was pissed for a different reason, he was pissed because he couldn't control me, he couldn't hurt me, he could kill me, but that wouldn't bring him any pleasure like it usually does. I can't be hurt, he knew that and I knew that, he also didn't know how to locate us, we outsmarted him, that also pissed him off and I swear to God, it was so enjoyable.

After that, he started attacking me, his tentacles, slowly appearing from his back, arms spreading into sides, I got ready. He sent them to come at me, they were flowing at me with such speed, my eye couldn't focus on them, but my darling, Fortissimo, she could, she stopped all those tentacles, she was holding them off an inch from my body, it was hard for her, but she was managing, what I didn't expect, was for his arms to fucking extend, that is a thing he rarely...fuck it, he never does that. They came at such speed, faster than his tentacles, this time my darling was not fast enough, he ended up piercing me right the fuck through the area where you have appendix, his hand went in and went out the other side.

I could see Azoth dripping from the wound, his and mine, I didn't feel it, but I could tell the injury was serious, he then retracted his arm back, with me being pulled towards him, his tentacles disappearing, my Fortissimo concentrating on protecting my body from the inside. Again we were face to uh...no face? He was scanning my face, looking for traces of pain, you couldn't see it by his facial expression, its...I can't even explain it, its a feeling you get.

As he saw the absence of pain, he got pissed off, and was about to probably decapitate my head with one of his rising tentacles in the back, I said fuck that and told Fortissimo to wrap around my hand making a sharp end, making the tentacle wrap around that sharp end, at the same time telling her to wrap around my other hand to make another sharp end and go right for his faceless face.

I didn't exactly pierce it through, that thing is soft, but at the same time hard as fucking brick, but I did make Azoth come out of his head, which was more than enough for my enjoyment, but that was not what I was trying to do, I was trying to get away, I told Fortissimo to extend against his skull, making me get off of his fucking arm that was still inside of me, pushing me away from him, giving me enough distance to escape. He attempted to follow me through The Path, but couldn't, simply because Egle was ready to transport my ass on out of there through her "Path". Something Marshmallow Man can't track us through.

And that is why I'm bound to the bed, not because I'm heavily injured, or I'm in pain, but because Egle and Fortissimo insisted on me staying in bed, and letting them both mend my wounds, Fortissimo from the inside, Egle from the outside, so yup, stuck here for now, also, Gorinich got retrieved as soon as me and Marshmallow left the building by Egle. She is our escape plan. He is alright, nothing a good meal couldn't fix and I believe a fat ass proxy was just the meal he needed.

So since I'm in bed, Koschey and Gorinich are the ones  infiltrating  for now. I hate being sick, so frikin' boring, but hey, to sense his anger on such extreme, you know, it was worth it.

Therapy Session #1

Evening,

Seeing as I have some free time right now, Gorinich and Koschey are doing all the work right now, I'm catching a breather, not that I need one, but Egle insisted along with Fortissimo, something about serious injuries blah blah blah.

Lately I haven't been doing my duty as a psychologist and an artist which is a darn pity, because there are so many talented patients here, that it is a pity I do not expose their artistic minds, that I do not put them to the test, so starting today, we will have these little therapy sessions.

So far I have in mind three kinds of therapy sessions: Picture Therapy, Audio Therapy, Written Therapy.

Picture therapy is similar to the process of showing ink splatters to a patient and asking him what he sees, only I won't be showing ink splatters, that is too simple and stupid, no, what I'll be doing is uploading a picture and asking you the meaning behind it, the way you understand it, the story behind this picture, and I don't want a half assed answer in the comment like "That means this and this means that." I want you to tell me a story, a whole story.

Audio Therapy is me uploading an audio track and asking you what do you see when you listen to it (Suggested to do this with your eyes closed) again no half assed answers, a whole story is in order.

Written Therapy (Probably going to be the most rare one) is when I write a story and you tell me the meaning behind it, what it describes and so on.

And no worries, anyone who wants to can participate, there are no correct answers, there are only answers, so don't be shy, or afraid to tell us what story you see behind this piece, what meaning it conveys and so on...

Why am I doing this? Again as I said, there are many artistic minds that sit behind these screens and I want to expose to their fullest, I would continue doing patient analysis, but I got bored of doing that a while ago, so let us begin.

Tell me, what do you see and what in your opinion is the meaning behind what you see in this picture:

As an example I will first convey what I see and the meaning behind it for me:

Time is a cruel mistress, as a child you dream about becoming a pilot, or an astronaut, or a firefighter, police officer and so on...

But when you grow up, when you start observing, noticing how cruel the world is, how corrupt everything is, what horrible acts people are capable of, it takes an effect, it starts to slowly chip away at your humanity, your life.

And thus, you do not become what you wanted, because you've been told by the rules of this world that you can not get that career, that it is impossible, you better abandon it, or you might end up on the streets, a bum.

So you abandon your dreams because you believe what everyone tells you, because you believe the masses, because you are afraid to take on the opinion of others simply because there are millions of them telling you the same thing.

And you end up working at an office, at first the job is fine, it pays good, colleagues are nice and the place is nice and warm, but after some time, you start to notice that you are doing the same thing over and over again every single day, you get up, eat breakfast, brush your teeth, dress into your black and white clothing and waste your whole day stuck in a big cube, inside of that cube you sit inside another cube, constantly starring into another cube.

You start to live your life in a cube, the building you live, inside of it your apartment, the building you work at, inside of it your office, inside of the office the monitor you stare into, your humanity is slowly escaping you, you become enslaved, giving up your last bits of freedom (The Feather), your last bit of humanity (The Perishing Body).

And then, you die, and then you get buried in another cube that is your coffin.


So that is what I see, so now its your turn, also it is important for you to connect items that are shown in this picture, like I did by pointing out that Freedom is a Feather and Humanity is That Perishing Body in the picture that is holding the feather.

So patients, begin.

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Hello my name is Mark Gordimer, and I'm a proxy, I am currently being kept captive by the amazing Kelevra, he just told me to say that he is currently, forcing me to write this post up, which is true and that, that little mess up, up there was me trying to resist typing this post  and because of that he ended up stabbing me in the back with one of the tentacles that came from his jacVGEghiae

Fortissimo, his  beautiful  Fortissimo.

The reason why he is forcing me to do this? He wants all the proxies and servants to know that his little operation has begun.QE#hywhwjW

Execuse that last part, he just clutched the keyboard real hard with his hand when I pierced his back with another tentacle and threw him aside from the desk.

Man I tell you that Gorinich is a good boy, ripped the guy apart from the inside and I do mean it, shoved two of his wrist blades into his stomach, started shoving them back and forth until his torso fell off completely...and now he's munching on the poor bastard's dead body, man such a mess. On the bright side, now I know what he eats.

So yes, as you can see our little operation, eliminate servants has began, and we already took out a line of warehouses in the city, as well as a number of police departments with undercover proxies working there, no offence proxies, but you are the only guys that appear on our radar so far.

Suffice to say, we are having a blast!

Have a good day, until we ruin it of course.

Aces of Rejects, Member #4: Gorinich

Name: ???
Age: ???
Sex/Gender: Male (I think)
Occupation: Ex-Maenad
Weapon: Two blades surgically attached to his wrists.
Tittle: Leaper
Favorite Line: Growling and Snarling like an animal
Theme Song: Aphex Twin - Beetles

Special "Talent": Enhanced (Very) Agility, Enhanced (Very) Strength, Leaps for really far distances.

Bio: Not much is known about Gorinich, for one I have no idea how he ended up being a Maenad (Rake's Servant), I don't even know for a fact that he is a Maenad. But he sure acts like it, he walks on all fours at all times, acts like a wild animal, his strength is unbelievably high, agility is also unbelievably high and his body has been fucked up to the point where he almost looks like The Rake, keyword being "Almost". One thing that stands out are these two blades sticking out of his wrists, well I know for a fact that Gorinich was a Surgeon in the past, which would explain how the blades are attached to his wrists, he may have attached them by himself, before his human mind completely collapsed. What do I mean by that? Well Gorinich can't talk, he can't behave like a human, in other words, he acts like an animal, he probably is. So how could I come into terms with a creature that can't understand me, I didn't, you see he acts like an animal, that means he can be trained and somehow Egle was able to befriend him. To be short, he is like her little pet, or something like that, so it is natural that when Egle joined my group, that Gorinich would do so also.

 Fighting Style: No fucking idea, he just usually leaps onto his victims and rips them apart with his blades.

 Main Goal: Following Egle's goals.

 Status in The Team: Infiltrator.

Miss Me?

I sure as hell did, I'm back bitches!

So where was I all this time? Welp believe it, or not I was taking a vacation and before any of you mindless people start saying "Oh great he went on a killing, or a corpse fucking spree" nope.

I visited an antique shop and stayed there for about two weeks, the woman that works there, magical woman. Helps out anyone (Morally), doesn't matter if you're the most horrible person on this planet, or the most noble of all. All that matters to her is helping (Again, morally).

I visit her once a year, swear to God, she never ages. We sat around, drank tea, I ate some of her cooked meals (De-fucking-licious!), we talked about random things. Ah that woman is a saint, also any of you proxies, or other pathetic little doggies on leashes try to locate her and kill her, just to tick me off, good luck, the antique shop is no simple place, and if you go through her doors with bad intentions, you end up in a completely different and awful place.

Anyways, so what have me and my group been up to recently, well its simple really, we are eliminating Servant organizations, not Only proxy organizations, we eliminate all of Fear's servants organizations, currently we are busy trying to locate as many bases as we can here in USA, shouldn't be too hard.

So yeah, that's all I'm really doing right now.

Good to be back.