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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!




Minute by Minute

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So another day, another post.

I took a brief step away from the blog, mostly out of being busy as hell, partly, honestly, from bitterness.

I come back to the blog and find that some people are actually POSTING again?!?

Everyone tell Drez to stop distracting me and to do his homework…

…Okay, now that’s done and over…

I have absolutely no clue as to what I should be writing about these days. I mean hell it’s not really hindering me, because I can ramble on uselessly for pages…

…like. right. now.

I suppose this is basically a life-of-luz-update.

Sidenote: Luz-Obliterations or was it LuzOb-Literations? whatever… is NOT going away forever, I just haven’t been reading from my Kindle in forever (I have a first ed. hardbound Larry Correia book I’m working on) so as soon as I start Kindling (?) again I will be posting more rough-as-cowshit Luz-Whateverthefucks.

I HAVE A LUZOB GLASS! thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Fail (or whatever… don’t you love my vague days?!?) and will most likely be posted by one of them or myself. If I had my sd-to-usb reader on me I’d post it now… oh well.

Man I LO~OOOVE when people little effeminate ringtones go off in a dead quiet space… then persist because the douche-tabogan has big-ass headphones on and cannot hear said effeminate ringtone… THEN persist to get jingly-balls text messages… I swear if my Give Everyone One Free RPG Round a Decade law ever came into effect…

In time, my friends… in time.

Okay… so now about other “projects…”

Well certain things are on less-then-temporary hiatus (most of my broadcasting and rpg shit) others are just pretending to hide under the surface…


Apparently we’re gonna hit another FFI milestone here soon, and I’m sure one of us will keep you posted when we get there…

But yeah, I’m tired of writing, and I want a submarine sandwich (who says that anymore?) so I think I’ma go do that.

Lastly; I just got accepted into a very awesome and very terrifying University program in WEGJGWJHGERHERH and this may begin encroaching upon my reading/writing/breathing time… but we’ll see!


ps: oh, apparently it is LuzOb-Literations…

Profanely Powered Extra 3

Posted: December 6, 2011 by luzob in Random

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Profanely Powered (Episode 5)

Posted: October 6, 2011 by luzob in Random

An example of Eye Trauma

Umbra eyes

How may a mere man judge his true character?

I have absolutely no idea as to why I tend to pose questions when I am fully aware I will never receive an answer.

I was drugged once again, and this time I have become conscious enough to truly explain what I believe is going on.

The stitching that was holding together the skin of my lacerated cranium has been removed, but my beard is becoming quite cumbersome.

I have no razors for to shave, and I have no mirror to see the scarring from the “injury.”

I make jest as to the nature of my “injury” because that is what the Addoc, someone whom I have had more than a couple of meetings with, tells me what occured.

It is strange that I often see more of the Addoc than of the other caretakers, all except for the wonderful Coats. I believe of two theories as to why I may have them working on my head.

1. Most likely the actual issue; One of the brutish Coats handled me somewhat more roughly than usual (which is quite the thing to say, considering their oft violent temperament) and I was injured whilst in transfer to this dismal room.

2. The blackguards surgically added/removed/altered something within my head.

Call me a pessimist (I am used to it) but I am a believer of the latter.

I wish I could fully explain that goingson of this institution, but a candid impression is currently impossible. It is a personal belief of my own that the AAPP is attempting to de-Power every individual that resides here. Either through chemical, psycological, or surgical means, every single person who is Profanely Powered is becoming weaker in time. I have heard many accounts from the other patients, and now that I am much more mobile I can interact with those around me to a limited extent. Unfortunately I have yet to become “de-Powered” enough to gain the ability to speak again, but without my voice I am merely an unexceptional being.

Almost normal… except for the miniscule urge to wish destruction upon every living specimen around me.

It is much easier to views those around me as specimens, and this eases the more sociopathic impulses in my mind. The only time I am able to surely hear my own vocal articulation is when I am creating these entries. Despite the attempts of others to quell my Power, I believe it may have become stronger.

The past few weeks I have had a visitor; not of the human sort, but of vermin. I use this term loosely, as the mouse that began to frequent my abode was quite welcomed initially. I would speak to him in similar fashion as you, and give it ill-procured sustinence pilfered from our eating area. I usually use these offerings for my own use, but decided that his life was at least as important as those around me, so I fed him. Eventually he began to actually grow and change, unlike those around me. I wondered if he became over-expectant of my gifts, and would periodically speak to him in harsher tones. This tended to cause personal dischord with him, and I finally understood this occurence.

I could actually control him just as those around me.

I named the creature “Human,” indeed befitting to the frail being, and it has now been three weeks since our commencing introductions.

I suppose one would surmise that social interaction is in the midst of daily routine for me, and this would be correct to the casual onlooker. By casual onlooker I mean mostly person within these walls.

It is just a phantasm of reality, as I have heard from others is the best appoach to leaving this horrid fixture.

I have also heard of another canard from my room-mates of another Power, and despite the claims being unfounded I will detail them due to my interest.


Those who are often awash in the darker areas of towns are usually branded with a sense of belonging to those areas, an imprint of self melding with the physical location. Apparently a very rare percentile (most likely those who were born into the setting) will have such an impression from these sheer darkness in the area that they almost become the shadows themselves. Paling of skin, and hair are commonplace,then blindness will ensue as the eyes redden and dialate. This lack of vision is in fact replaced with a far superior sense; abilities far more acute, and ghastly, than any Norm could ever behold. Often smaller in bodily stature, the Umbra can be easily as ignored as the shadows themselves. This is to their apparent advantage, as outward perception is not to their habit. An intensification of their Power can manifest itself in one primal way that allows them to be both subtle and deadly: e.g. the ability to create tangiblity of the shadows themselves.

This is the only information I could discern currently, and more intel will be reported when available.

At times I feel as if I am a reporter, sending knowledge of a vastly unknown subject to those who would otherwise never know.

…or maybe I am ignored by all.

…all but Human, and who knows if it is not just the foodstuffs that he is attentive.

We now have an audible signal that resounds throughout the institute at a certain nightly interval that warns us of imminent slumber (more on this later) and has just been issued. Human is here with me now, so I will feed him and end this for now.

I have to get out of here…

Profanely Powered Extra 2

Posted: September 14, 2011 by luzob in Random

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I, for the life of me, cannot recall how long it has been since I have transmitted.

I cannot remember when the last time I was aware of my surroundings.

I know it has been awhile for a few reasons.

I have grown a beard, how disgusting…

The inner workings of my room have, changed? The wallpaper, at one time a colorful shade of deep blue (how calming) is now some indeterminate neutral shade of white. My eyes are still quite blurry, and the finer details of everything around me are obscured.

There is some good news and some terrible news.

The good news is that, while specifics are sketchy, I may be mobile once again fairly soon. More on that another time.

Bad news. As I have alluded, something is very wrong about everything currently. Not just my surroundings but also my body.

They think that a lack of movement will keep me from being able to notice the itching hatred in my head. More specific, on my head.

Stitches, at least fifteen or so.

Something has happened, and while I have yet to determine what exactly is occurring (or has occurred) I will find out.

I’ll… I will… find out and kill those… motherfuckers.

This place is changing me…


Posted: August 9, 2011 by luzob in Random
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We’ve been busy as all get-out… but I assure you everyone (and I mean everyone!) will be creating a veritable storm of posts as soon a humanly possible. Thank Mr. Fail and Mr. Pie for keeping us going strong, and I can assure them both that they will not have to pull everyone’s weight.

Thank you and have a wonderful day.