Gestalt the Rapist, was your typical serial psychopath, lurking in the long ominous shadows, of the Great Omni wading through the Freudian muck of lesser people's minds biding his time, letting out the psychological rope. There would be some self inflicted hangings soon. Jogging in the Jungian dreamscape, armed with nothing but devious thoughts and a gallon ziploc freezer bag full of counterfeit Mexican Prozac. He was lurking. He was ready. He was biding his time.