Posts Tagged ‘Character Profiles’


It’s been a good run so far with FFI, and although we have a few slow-downs recently, we’re still growing every day.

Rainy Lake - August 2011-13

Rainy Lake - August 2011-13 (Photo credit: fabfotophotography)

If you are a reader of one little blog, casual or otherwise, you most likely won’t understand the title of this entry, and that’s a-ok. If you’re an author, most likely you won’t either, but you should and shame on you.

This date, August 13 2011, was when over one-thousand collective brains got to see the beauty that is Fisch Fail Inc. It was also the day that I noticed our blog was becoming something of a big deal. Honestly until that point I mostly blogged for no one, except for maybe myself and Mr. Fail, but afterward I began doing it for a lil ones… I mean the readers.

Seriously though; you guys have gotten us to new heights, and for that I am thankful.

A lot of crap has gone down recently (more on that later) so the blog has gotten somewhat neglected as of late, but hopefully that will change and more posts will be on their way.

Here’s to getting 1000000 views before the end of the year!


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Fisch Fail, INC, is still a baby, still growing, still something…infant

If we were a human baby, we would be learning to speak, and maybe eat something that didn’t have the consistency of baby food. But fuck, we’ve already moved on to tacos and alcohol… Says something about us!

Anyway, yesterday we hit a random milestone… 20,000 views (and damnit, I was going to make sure I got to make this announcement!).

So, it took us nearly a year and a half to get our first 10,000… It took us 6 months, to get our second.

Lets try and beat that record (for us) even quicker.

Tell everyone about FFI, let’s do it!

 

 

 


I love it when people call Fisch Fail, Mr. Fail. It makes me chuckle a tad. Here’s why, when I hear that, I get the image he’s a super spy like the well known British one. One particular scene that keeps popping into my head is when he’s captured by the villain and they are force feeding him laxatives.

Fisch: Do expect me to talk?

Villain: No, Mr. Fail… I expect you… to poop!

 


We here at FF IT’S OUR EFFING BIRTHDAY! We are in need of celerecreajubilation! What should we do to enjoy this wondrous week? You… yeah YOU… let us know! …or I’ll stab you in the face w/ a soldiering iron… seriously…

By the way… Luz is BACK bitches!

 


Fisch Fail, INC is officially a year old now. Celebrate with us! Buy us stuff! Or just send us some donations so we can continue to do what we do…  I’ve got some plans for you all. Including a few tonight.

Repose

Posted: March 11, 2011 by luzob in Gaming, Writing
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A young man stands over the communal grave of those lost to The Great Anathema, paying respect to the parents he gave up over a decade ago.

“It seems I may have gained friends finally, my beautiful Mother and sagacious Father.” he whispered as he placed the very familiar Mournrose upon the memorial. It saddened him further to have added the optimistic prefix to his mother, as he can barely recall her name, let alone her face. In his sullen heart he knew she was perfect – this being one of many child-like notions he still carried with him, despite the obligatory coming-of-age that ensued for him. Part of him never would have the chance to fully be a child, and a darker part decided to scourge him with immaturity.

He put his lips to the earth, saying a short prayer to his lost family in front of the all-seeing eyes of his patron.

“They seem to actually tolerate me, despite the Abhorrence within me, and I want you both to know that I may be gone for quite some time.”

He closed his eyes, fighting away the burning and futile torrent which he believes his tears to be.

“I… I may, Judge willing, join you much sooner, and we all can be back together again… all of us, except for…” and cut himself off as a passerby drawn near.

“Hurry now, for you carriage is arranged for the trip toward the woods.” said the voice of a good friend and apt coachman.

“You are aware that I will most likely not be returning to this place, and yet you seem so eager to become rid of me.” he spat back at his long-time aquaintance.

“Ah, but I do know you shall return with time, after becoming one of the greatest heroes of our day!” the coachman stated in all sincerity.

“I wish you to know that I will not allow them to know you and I are as friends, and shall only regard you as ‘Carriage Man’.”

The coachman scoffed harshly, feeling the keen-tipped blade of a lost friend penetrate his metaphoric heart, and he finally understood. His friend wasn’t embarrassed at having such company, but was planning as painless of a goodbye as possible.

With a deep, heavyhearted sigh the coachman began his pace away from the friend.

“I am not eager for you to leave, or at least, not as eager to walk away from such a wondrous cohort as you are. But that is what I am doing, walking away, and when you come back I will be your Carriage Man, and nothing else.” he spoke as the well-hidden breaths of a crying man gasped outward.

A poisoned needle would have done less damage at that moment, and yet no other words were uttered as the young man stood from the memorial, and walked in the separate direction of his only real friend.

In the evening the young man gathered all of his belongings that weren’t forgotten or burned. Mostly practical trappings, with the occasional sentimental bauble here and there. What he could not carry with him would be housed in a desolate location that most are not aware of, locked and likely forgotten, if he were lucky. Yet the nightmares would still take hold into his imagined viscera, and the thoughts would persist as if a demon hath ravaged his mind daily.

As the bleak tendrils of slumber slowly apprehended him, his final thoughts for the night crossed his cognition as dripping ochre in his consciousness.

“I… will become… a hero, for my beloved parents… or… I shall… join them…” and his steel gray eyes finally closed.

Beware the man who fakes a limp.

Posted: January 11, 2011 by fischfail in Gaming
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As the man hobbles away, he turns around, and gives this one last piece of advice “Beware the Matador.  They are not to be trusted.  In fact, avoid them at all costs.”  He turns away from the party once more and continues on his journey; beaten, broken, and miserable, he continues down the road until he is nothing but a tiny speck in the wastes that were once New York.

Wasteland

The ruins of New York, only slightly exaggerated... For now.

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