Death is meaningless

You know, I fucking hate dying.

There’s pain, there’s blood, usually there’s men screaming at you.

It’s not very different from being on my period to be honest.

Luckily it’s over and done with much quicker.

So yeah, I fucking died, again.

But let’s take a step back. I’ll talk about my death later.

For now I should start with my fight against Faceless.

I’ll just ignore the other fights that happened in this tournament because I can’t be bothered to give a shit to be honest. I’m sure someone posted about them though.

I will mention though that Miss Banana won her fight.

Which means she’s not dead and that might still become a problem in the future.

On his blog Faceless mentioned lamenting he no longer had the birds. Not sure why though. I’ve shown myself capable of handling the pests quite easily in the past. At best they’d be an annoyance for two seconds.

So the fights starts. I’ll be honest straight up combat isn’t my forte. So I figured my best shot was to overwhelm him with attacks until I saw an opening. Then stop his heart and finish him off.

It worked, kinda..

I rushed straight at him. There was a sudden dull feeling in my shoulder. He says he struck me in the shoulder with his machete. That’s probably what that was. I wasn’t really paying attention.

Did I mention I can hardly feel anything since the first time I died?

Yeah, it sucks.

I kept trying to stab him with my knife. He kept trying to slice me up with his machete.

He obviously was afraid of my “touch of death” or whatever you wanna call it.

So I used that to corner him at the edge of the arena.

He struck, I deflected. I saw an opening, boom.

He fell to his knees. I tried to stab him in the neck and finish him.

Didn’t work. He threw himself backwards so I only managed cut his mask off.

I insulted his face. Thinking he wasn’t not getting up any time soon anyway.

I was wrong. (Not about the face.)

I tried to stab him again but he suddenly lunged at me.

Then my knife went flying out of my hand.

Next thing I know his sweaty hand was slamming my face against the floor.

He mentioned my death wish. Said he’ll help me get my wish.

An empty promise. If dying was so easy I would’ve done it myself already.

In fact I’ve tried, twice.

Then his machete went through my heart. I did feel that one.
A few stabs later everything went dark.

Yesterday morning I woke up out in the normal world again. Now my fucking clothes are ruined and I’ve got unnecessary holes in my body. At least I’m out of the tournament now. That fucking orange sky was starting to hurt my eyes.

I guess it’s about time I explained how I’m not dead. For those of you that didn’t read Faceless’ last post, my real name was Fien. Some of you might remember me from my previous blog. I was being stalked by the Black dog and the Merry man.

Still fucking stupid names.

As you might know, at the end of that blog I killed myself. It was the only way I could deny the Merry man the pleasure of getting its hands on me. I’ll spare you the details, if you want to know more just read my previous blog “Puppies & Joy”. Basically I jumped off a bridge into the river below and drowned.

It was really fucking painful and I realized it was a pretty dumb move right about when I hit the water. I wouldn’t recommend the experience to anyone.

I felt my life slipping away and was pretty happy about everything finally ending. Of course it didn’t end there. That would have been too easy. I escaped two Fears only to land right in a hands of a third. At least I think it’s a Fear, not sure what else it could be.

I was still under water when my eyes opened up again. The water was dirty so I couldn’t see much of anything. I just felt myself floating and everything was wet so I assume I was in the water.

Suddenly there’s a green glow all around me. I look up and see two gigantic green eyes staring down at me. No white, just different shades of green. Out of nowhere two gigantic hands envelop me and I hear a somewhat feminine voice.

She whispers something about me having thrown away my life. So now it belongs to her and she “will not grant me the release of death” until I serve my purpose. So basically I have to do whatever she says and maybe one day I’ll be allowed to die. Great deal.

So obviously the first thing I do when I wake up is kill myself again.

Same result.

Couple of months of that bullshit later and we’re here. I don’t know who she is. I only see her when I die. The only thing I’ve noticed that she seems to get louder every time I die, I think? Which can’t be a good thing.

So that’s it. I’m now a fucking servant to a Fear I don’t even know the name of. It was her who ordered me to fight in the tournament. I’ve got a different mission now though. Which means I’m leaving this blog. Wasn’t mine to begin with.

So goodbye I guess. Unless you’re Faceless, in which case you’ll see me again the next time I try to kill you. Same goes for anyone from KRAKEN I’m coming after your asses too.

-  Fien  Hella out.

Finals

So one moment I’m packing up my supplies and the next I’m standing in a room with a bunch of other people. Including Faceless and Grape girl.

I expected a fight so I instinctively grabbed my knife.

That’s not what happened. Instead the Game Master showed up and said some shit about fighting outside the arena being forbidden now. From now on he decides who fights who.

Which means I made it into the finals. Great, maybe I can actually get some sleep now.

I thought I wouldn’t have to worry about Faceless and his Tomato girlfriend chasing me anymore. So obviously the first thing the asshole does is chase me through the crowd. First I wanted him dead because he’s a monster, now it’s just because he’s fucking annoying.

Hopefully this tournament won’t last much longer, otherwise I’m gonna run out of fucking fruit names.

KRAKEN part II

Okay I think I lost them for now. Haven’t seen many other contestants lately. Guess that means this tournament is almost over. That or everyone is just hiding somewhere.

Last time I mentioned Fred’s messages to other KRAKEN members. Instead of talking about them I figure it’d be best to just copy paste some of this stuff. First is a chat between the three KRAKEN guys that were in the tournament. This seems to take place after Frederick had an argument with the third guy about the chain of command. This guy went by the name of Arthur.

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Arthur: Can I get a detailed version of the plan?

Frederick: I thought you refused to follow my plan? Let me guess, the council didn't reply in the way you wanted them to?

Arthur: Screw you.

Glenn: owo what's this?

Arthur: Did you just seriously do that?

Glenn: Do what?

Arthur: I'm already regretting signing up for this mission.

Arthur: So those plans?

Frederick: You and Glenn find a somewhat recognizable landmark to meet at. I will continue distracting both the target, his companion and my own companion. Once you two locate the target I will intercept the target, confront him. Then in the middle of the battle you two show up and we outnumber them.

Arthur: What's going to stop your companion from attacking us?

Frederick: I'll tell her about “my friends” just before the battle and that you're on our side. Obviously I won't put that on the blog.

Glenn: You consider us friends? Aww how nice.

Frederick: I don't. That's just what I'll tell Hella to avoid revealing too much about the organization.

Arthur: Obviously.

Glenn: :c You want to be friends then Arthur?

Arthur: No.

Glenn: Ouch.

Glenn: Say, Arthur. Me and Freddy are both Nests. But what are you?

Frederick: How many times do I have to tell you to not call me Freddy. Also Arthur serves the King in the Mountain. You would have known that if you read the briefing file they sent us for this mission.

Arthur: I would have preferred to answer that myself.

Glenn: The King in the Mountain has servants?

Arthur: Just the one.

Glenn: I thought he didn't have any at all. So this is news to me.

Frederick: Technically it doesn't as far as I know. Arthur is just a very annoying groupie of sorts. Doesn't have any actual powers.

Glenn: Oh.

Arthur: Fuck both of you.

Glenn: Hey?! What did I do?

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As you can see they were just a bunch of idiots. It’s no wonder they ended up failing so badly.

At least Fred seemed to realize this near the end. Which is why he had this exchange with his superiors just before he died:

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Notification: Glenn Visser's death

Confirmation of death: We can confirm that the Target's claims are accurate. Glenn was killed by the target's ally.

Mission status: We advise a change in tactics. Target has to be eliminated at any cost.

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Hey, I think we should delay the mission. There's no way we'll succeed at this point. We can wait until after the tournament. Sure it won't be as spectacular that way but at least we won't look like idiots.

-Frederick

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RE:Request for mission delay:

Request Denied.

The mission will not be delayed. The target must die in this tournament by our hands.

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How about some fucking back-up then?! This was supposed to be a team mission. The only way we were going to be able to kill the faceless bastard was by outnumbering him. That was the whole point of this mission. Was it not?! Instead these assholes went off on their own and got their asses killed.

Now you're telling me the mission is still on? What am I supposed to do against him by myself?

I'm more than willing to sacrifice myself for the cause but that's not gonna happen. Instead I'm going to die for nothing.

This mission was supposed to show the world our power, right? All this clusterfuck will show them is utter incompetence! Even if I somehow succeed it'll still look like we're a bunch of idiots that got lucky!

Either find a way to send me some reinforcements or delay the mission. Then maybe we can pretend this disaster never happened and had nothing to do with us.

-Frederick

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RE:Request for reinforcements:

Request denied.

We do not have the means to send reinforcements. Complete the mission at any cost.

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Fuck all of you.

-Frederick

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There’s more stuff like this but none of it is really important enough that I can’t just summarize it.

Arthur was killed by a random contestant soon after that chat they had. Then Fred tried to meet up with Glenn. Which failed because Glenn was too impatient.

Then a few days later Glenn found Faceless while he was wounded. He contacted Fred about this. Fred tried to talk him out of doing a Leeroy Jenkins.

Which as we all know failed.

Then we get that message chain I posted above.

Then Fred died.

So their mission really was a failure all the way through. One the one hand that’s a good thing because these crazy fuckers succeeding at anything would be bad.

On the other hand it’s bad because Faceless is still alive.

Now I could fix this situation. If I kill Faceless then KRAKEN won’t get to claim the glory. Plus there would be one less homicidal maniac running around. So let’s see if I can’t kill two birds with one stone.

KRAKEN part I

Fucking hell. I’ve been trying to make sense of all this Kraken shit but that’s not exactly easy. There’s just so much shit on this computer and most of it is useless. On top of that I’m still being chased by Faceless and his girlfriend. Just because miss Strawberry has a fucking revenge boner for me.

I’m half tempted to just release all these documents in a single zip file and let others sort through the bullshit. Problem is, I doubt anyone is willing to do that. Which means any actual useful info about these fuckers would be lost.

While they seem incompetent right now that does not mean they can’t be dangerous. If they get even anywhere near their goal it would be fucking terrible for everyone.

Enough rambling from me. Here’s some of the stuff I’ve found.

First thing I found is this ridiculous flyer or something. I’ll just paraphrase the contents:

“Humans are idiots.

The world sucks.

Bla bla blah.

Humans can’t rule themselves.

So there’s only one solution we can think of right now: Let some Eldritch abominations make all our choices for us. That can’t possibly go wrong!

Blah bla.

People should be afraid of the Fears. Because they might be monsters but they promised us world peace so let’s give them a chance.

Blah blah bla

The Fears have been hiding for too long. It’s time to pull them out of the shadows. How? Well we’ll just use our octopus tentacles to tear down some ugly curtains.

Blah blah

Put the slender man back on his throne.

Bla bla bleh”

Basically they want to reveal the Fear’s existence to the entire world. So that they can rule over humanity. Which will apparently solve all the problems in the world.

Global warming? The Cold boy can fix that!

Unemployment? The wooden girl will give us a job to do!

Too much war? I’m sure the Fears won’t keep fighting amongst themselves. It’s not like one of them is the personification of war or anything.

It’s fucking stupid. So is their logo. Its this thing:

The other stuff I’ve found is messages between Fred and the other octopods. Including some messages to some sort of higher command. Can’t really tell if they’re just pretending to be super professional or if they actually are. Frederick and his buddies didn’t seem very competent, so it’s probably the former. Best not to underestimate them though, just in case.

Crap, one of my traps just went off.  I think Faceless and Blueberry are nearby. Time to keep moving.

Fucking Flamethrowers

I’m Hella.

Fred got roasted and is dead. So you fuckers who sent him in here can stop reading now.

Okay, now that those assholes are gone, Hello.

It’s been a long time since I wrote one of these. I wonder how many of the people I knew on here have died. Most of them probably. Lucky bastards.

If you read Faceless’ blog you already know what happened. I’d rather not spend too much time here so I’ll keep my version short.

Fred told me that he knew exactly where Faceless was after that Greg guy got himself killed. Was It Greg? That doesn’t sound right but fuck it.

So we immediately made our way over there. Took us a while to get there. When we got there they were already gone obviously so we had to spend even more time tracking them down.

When we did finally find them we were able to sneak up on them. I grabbed the cherry girl and she dropped. With her out of the picture we had the advantage on Faceless.

But then suddenly she gets back up and uses that flamethrower on us.

The flames burned the left part of my fucking face.

I decided to get the fuck out of there before she could fire that thing again. I’d yell at her for ruining my hoodie as well but I don’t really care. Not like I can feel cold anymore anyway.

Now they’re apparently hunting me down because cherry girl wants me dead. Well, so do I but we can’t all get what we want in this fucked up world.

After that screw up I went straight back to the building where Fred left his backpack. I grabbed his things and kept running. I don’t want to run into them until I find a way to deal with that flamethrower.

I’d also like to figure out how she managed to get back up. That hasn’t happened before. Gotta make sure I finish them off before they wake up I guess.

Once I got to a safe distance I sat down and went through Fred’s stuff.

Found some food and some spare knives he got from assholes who were stupid enough to fight a Nest with them.

Also a spare hoody.

Most importantly though, his laptop. Which I’m using to make this post.

I’ve been looking through this thing and there’s some disturbing stuff on here. Mostly messages he’d been sending to his bosses.

I was under the impression he was just some kind of Mercenary hired for Fear related stuff. I figured someone hired him to off Faceless. But that doesn’t seem to be what’s going on here.

He seems to be part of an organization of Fear servants or something.

They call themselves KRAKEN and from what I can tell, there’s a lot of them running around the world. They’ve got this ridiculous Octopus symbol they use. That’s not the disturbing part though, although I’m not a fan of things with more than four legs.

From what I’ve read they think mankind is unable to rule itself. That’s why they want the fucking Fears to actively take over the world and make all humankind into slaves.

I’m going to keep reading and try to gather some more information. I’ll post whatever I can find later.

Hella Signing off..

The reports of my death..

..Were slightly premature.

Only slightly though. Because as I’m writing this post I’m also preparing my real strike on Faceless. Not the pretend strike that got Glenn killed. This time it’s the real strike that will probably get me killed. All I’m hoping for is that I manage to take down Faceless along with me.

Thanks to Glenn’s idiotic heroic sacrifice I now know exactly where Faceless is. Before the idiot ran straight through a minefield (despite my warnings) he had been talking to me through this blog. He even sent me a picture of Faceless recovering  in the suits building.

You see, this wasn’t supposed to be a solo mission. I’m not stupid enough to think Faceless could be taken down by just one Nest. The guy has proven to be very difficult to kill after all. So Glenn was supposed to help me take him down. The only reason I still think I stand a chance right now is Hella.

I can’t trust her completely but at least she does want Faceless dead. Hopefully her weird powers will make enough difference in this fight.

Speaking of which, I had a talk with her a few hours ago. We were sitting down to eat and I figured if I didn’t ask now, I probably wouldn’t get another chance. So I decided to risk it.

“Hey Hella.”

She looked at me without saying a word.

“Uh, I had been meaning to ask you,.. If you don’t mind that is.. Your powers? What the hell is up with them?”

More silence.

“I.. it’s just that I haven’t seen any servants with powers like yours. So I was curious, Where do they come from? I assume it’s a Fear but I have no idea which one.”

She just kept glaring at me. I wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t want to answer because honestly she always seems angry at me anyway. So I can’t really tell the difference.

Then she looked away and took a bite from her sandwich. She swallowed it and said:

“I have no fucking idea either.”

“What?” I was confused.

“It never told me it’s name. I’ve only heard it speak twice and have only seen parts of it. Just the eyes and two giant creepy ass cold hands.”

“You haven’t seen any other servants that could fill you in on the details?” I asked.

“Nope, it’s just been me and the fucking voice ordering me around.”

“How did it give you the powers? Maybe that’ll give a clue to its identity.”

She frowned, stood up and threw away her sandwich. “I don’t want to fucking talk about that.” Then she just started walking away.

I’ve been too afraid to say anything to her since. I’m more afraid of her than I am curious about her right now. Which is saying a lot because I really want to know what that Fear is. Assuming it’s even a Fear, not sure what else it could be though.

Snakes on the ceiling!

More accurately, a Lilim on the ceiling.

So I was searching through one of the empty buildings.
Hella was searching through another nearby building. 
I’m not sure why we keep doing this. Maybe it’s my gamer instincts telling me to look for loot.
Which doesn’t work here because you can only get things by buying them with points as far as I know.
But we rarely find anyone to fight. I was starting to think we wandered too far off in the wrong direction.

However, while I was searching this building I heard something above me. 
I looked up and see this dark haired Lilim lunge at me.

I instinctively peed myself.

Wait no..

I instinctively defended myself by putting my hands in front of my face and screaming for help.

The pee came later. Which reminds me, I wonder how much points a new pair of pants costs?

I felt a sharp pain in my hands and was knocked down by the attack. 
When I got back on my feet I noticed my hands were bleeding. 
The cut wasn’t deep enough for the birds to come out unfortunately.

I tried to run but her snake tail wrapped around my feet and stopped me. 
Before I knew what was happening I was being squeezed by a giant half-snake body. 
Luckily one of my arms was still free. I’m not sure how it happened but that ended up saving me.

As if being constricted wasn’t enough she then put her fingers around my throat 
and started strangling me. Normally I’m not one to kinkshame but this was going too far.

Time for a little information on the side. You ever heard of the theory that 
the Convocation isn’t actually the birds, but the sentient lightning inside them?

I happen to believe that theory.

You see, when I have a cut on my body that’s too small for the birds to fly out of,
lightning comes out instead. I don’t like it when this happens because it hurts me as well when it does.

The birds aren’t pleasant either but the lightning is worse. Especially at close range like this.

So I gritted my teeth, put my hand on her snake body and..

Next thing I know I open my eyes and I was all the way across the room, lying on the floor.

My hands are still slightly burned and hurting badly. The rest of my body isn’t feeling much better 
but at least it’s not burned. I can’t say the same about the Lilim though. She was dead.

I got some good points for that one.

Then i got back on my feet and dusted myself off. 
Only then did I notice Hella standing at the open door.

That’s when I peed my pants.

I tried to play it off as if she didn’t just scare the shit out of me and asked: 
 “How long have you been standing there?”

“Ten minutes or so. These buildings are all empty. I’m gonna keep moving.” 
Which is exactly what she did.

“Hey wait up, are you saying you were there the whole time and didn’t help me fight her?
 What the hell?” I shouted as I ran after her.

“Why the fuck would I help you?”

“We had a deal didn’t we?”

“The deal was that I wouldn’t fucking kill you myself. 
I never said I would stop other people from killing you.”

She did have a point there. 
At least she seems to want the Faceless Bastard dead enough to help me when we’ll fight him. 
That or she’ll use me as a not-quite-human shield.

So far this has been my least favorite mission I’ve been on.
 Although that one time in Rome was a pretty close second.
 Anyway I’m starting to get distracted. Probably a sign I should stop writing this and move on.