Yeah, I haven't updated this in forever! This is crazy. Oh well, time for a massive catch up!
I have a job! Whee! I'm a lifeguard at the recreational beaches down south. It's not far to drive, and I get training with it too! Also my boss looks like David Hasslehoff, no kidding. It's uncanny. Having a lot of fun with it, and not had to do much yet. That's a good sign, though!
Erebus placed 9th in the Big Bar Brawl. He got hugs. Lots of. Although I've had to put my foot down. I know he can be revived at the drop of a hat here, but it hurts. A lot. So no more fites for him. At all.
Some didn't make it out. Haven't seen Jaxx come back. Maybe for the best.
Other than that, nothing to miraculous to report. Um, let's see... we dethroned a tyrant, Del fancies a vampire but it is NOT TO BE, um... nothing off the top of my head.
It's been quiet lately. I'm gonna go join Erebus in hurling grenades at piles of junk.
Showing posts with label fites. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fites. Show all posts
Sunday, 8 July 2012
Monday, 14 May 2012
Zoofights is amazing!
It's great! Met up with all my old friends, and some new ones too. Bar's still the same old deal, Gezora's still huge (well at the time of writing he's occupied, but my point stands), and the fights are as awesome as ever.
Del's made a new friend too, hee hee.
We've got some problems, though. But it's nothing we can't sort out! We'll figure a way to sort it out. Trust me.
Right, let me see if I want to cook or just order a take out.
Del's made a new friend too, hee hee.
We've got some problems, though. But it's nothing we can't sort out! We'll figure a way to sort it out. Trust me.
Right, let me see if I want to cook or just order a take out.
Friday, 23 March 2012
That son of a bitch
Ali just called Erebus out on national tv.
Fuck
FUCK
I'd punch this wall if I wouldn't break my hand doing it. That ASSHOLE. Ugh.
Fuck
FUCK
I'd punch this wall if I wouldn't break my hand doing it. That ASSHOLE. Ugh.
Saturday, 10 March 2012
Fite Club Friends
I've made a bunch of friends at Fite Club. Why not? Got to get out and about. Staying indoors all the time makes people think you're crazy. Like Miss Havisham.
Yeah, I read that book. In school. Don't remember anything else.
Anyway, let's talk about them! Starting with Marco, the guy who runs the club. He used to be a surgeoneer who worked on stretch lizards. You can tell how that went. He's a nice guy, but a bit crabby sometimes. Likes a joke, takes the piss a lot and comes across as a bit of a prick, but he's good deep down. The one thing he doesn't like is people not paying the fees on time. He's got a thing about punctuality. Dunno if that's the stretch lizard in him or not.
There's also this... guy... called Ali. I think he's a minotaur. Or something. This... sort-of... cow... person. He's got brown leathery skin and he's like ten foot tall. He doesn't talk to anyone, and he doesn't fight anyone.
He just bench-presses busted cars in the parking lot.
I don't know why he's here.
But enough about him he's weird and creepy. Let's talk about the cool dudes. Like Nelli. With an i. She wants to be a luchador! That's AWESOME! She followed Luchadillo last tourney and decided to take it up, so she comes to the Fites to practice. She's really chatty too - sometimes I spend half my time at the club just jawing away with her. She's a decent fite too - not got everything down right, but when she clinches it I get steamrolled. Still learning!
Then there's a bunch of weird gimmicky fighters who dropped out of the wrestling rings. Like Armstrong. Armstrong's a nice dude. Arms the size of minivans, so he has to walk like a gorilla. But he's not dumb muscle. He likes poetry, for one thing, although I've never understood why Lord Bryon is important in any way whatsoever. But he's a quiet dude and he fights the other gimmicky dudes well. Never beaten Ali, though. Someone ought to.
Some of the gimmicky fighters are normal people with... weird ideas. Rocksteady (his real name is Eustace, don't tell anyone :P) thought making gloves, boots and knee and elbow pads out of stones was a good idea. Suffice to say, he doesn't use them anymore, but he's got optimism if nothing else. Then there's this poor girl who fights in this really skimpy leotard. I don't know what her deal is. She keeps getting her ass kicked, but comes back for more. Happy to oblige, I guess.
Then there's a bunch of normies there too, like Anthony and Marissa and Stu and others. They're normal people, I guess. Stu is a construction worker working on something for the next tourney. He keeps dangling that over our heads. Spoilers, my ass. Anthony is an ex-soldier, pretty tough for an old guy. Marissa just wanted somewhere where her husband won't yell at her.
Suffice to say, after I heard about that, she wasn't married anymore. Wonder where he ended up.
We're a pretty happy bunch. Come on down if you can, they're pretty accepting of all sorts. I'm sure Armstrong would be a decent fight for most of you. We've got something for everyone!
Yeah, I read that book. In school. Don't remember anything else.
Anyway, let's talk about them! Starting with Marco, the guy who runs the club. He used to be a surgeoneer who worked on stretch lizards. You can tell how that went. He's a nice guy, but a bit crabby sometimes. Likes a joke, takes the piss a lot and comes across as a bit of a prick, but he's good deep down. The one thing he doesn't like is people not paying the fees on time. He's got a thing about punctuality. Dunno if that's the stretch lizard in him or not.
There's also this... guy... called Ali. I think he's a minotaur. Or something. This... sort-of... cow... person. He's got brown leathery skin and he's like ten foot tall. He doesn't talk to anyone, and he doesn't fight anyone.
He just bench-presses busted cars in the parking lot.
I don't know why he's here.
But enough about him he's weird and creepy. Let's talk about the cool dudes. Like Nelli. With an i. She wants to be a luchador! That's AWESOME! She followed Luchadillo last tourney and decided to take it up, so she comes to the Fites to practice. She's really chatty too - sometimes I spend half my time at the club just jawing away with her. She's a decent fite too - not got everything down right, but when she clinches it I get steamrolled. Still learning!
Then there's a bunch of weird gimmicky fighters who dropped out of the wrestling rings. Like Armstrong. Armstrong's a nice dude. Arms the size of minivans, so he has to walk like a gorilla. But he's not dumb muscle. He likes poetry, for one thing, although I've never understood why Lord Bryon is important in any way whatsoever. But he's a quiet dude and he fights the other gimmicky dudes well. Never beaten Ali, though. Someone ought to.
Some of the gimmicky fighters are normal people with... weird ideas. Rocksteady (his real name is Eustace, don't tell anyone :P) thought making gloves, boots and knee and elbow pads out of stones was a good idea. Suffice to say, he doesn't use them anymore, but he's got optimism if nothing else. Then there's this poor girl who fights in this really skimpy leotard. I don't know what her deal is. She keeps getting her ass kicked, but comes back for more. Happy to oblige, I guess.
Then there's a bunch of normies there too, like Anthony and Marissa and Stu and others. They're normal people, I guess. Stu is a construction worker working on something for the next tourney. He keeps dangling that over our heads. Spoilers, my ass. Anthony is an ex-soldier, pretty tough for an old guy. Marissa just wanted somewhere where her husband won't yell at her.
Suffice to say, after I heard about that, she wasn't married anymore. Wonder where he ended up.
We're a pretty happy bunch. Come on down if you can, they're pretty accepting of all sorts. I'm sure Armstrong would be a decent fight for most of you. We've got something for everyone!
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Fite Clubs
Okay bear with me for a second, but I have to tell you about this and it is awesome.
So you know Fite Yer Mates? Imagine that but without the stupid hoohah we had over everyone dying and whatnot. In fact, no dying. And it's way easier to apply and get in and punch someone until they beg for mercy. Okay it costs $50 a month but I'm rich, the amount of fucks I give is pretty close to zero.
Fite Clubs are amazing. You have to check to see if they're Zoofights approved ones, though, because apparently you can get some weird shady back-alley deals and before you know it you're cage-fighting with a giant crab. Or so I heard. Anyway, I didn't fall into that trap and got a very nice half-stretch-lizard dude called Marco, who runs a decent place and doesn't let the Fites get out of hand, unlike SOMEONE I know. :P
So you go in, sit down, have a drink and chat, and then you can get up and beat the snot out of someone. The big rule differences are that you can't kill a dude, and if they tap out, they lose and you have to stop hitting them. There's a few other rules, but the other big one is "no stupid mismatches." So I can't fight Marco because he's way stronger than me, but I've fought a few ex-soldiers and cons and even some bounty hunter dude. My win/loss ratio is almost even - sometimes i have good days, sometimes I have bad. It's not... quite... THERE though. Argh!
This kind of means I come home with bruises and cuts sometimes. Thankfully the neighbours know exactly where they live and don't think I'm beaing beaten or whatever, although I can kind of understand if they did considering the brick shithouse I'm married too. But being beaten up and healing half the time does suck a bit. I'm sore often, and parts of my body are various wonderful colours. But it's worth it, and if I can't patch myself up I have guess who to help me.
I'll talk more about the fite clubs later. Made tons of friends there, though. They're a crazy bunch - I'll tell you more about them when I get around to it. :)
So you know Fite Yer Mates? Imagine that but without the stupid hoohah we had over everyone dying and whatnot. In fact, no dying. And it's way easier to apply and get in and punch someone until they beg for mercy. Okay it costs $50 a month but I'm rich, the amount of fucks I give is pretty close to zero.
Fite Clubs are amazing. You have to check to see if they're Zoofights approved ones, though, because apparently you can get some weird shady back-alley deals and before you know it you're cage-fighting with a giant crab. Or so I heard. Anyway, I didn't fall into that trap and got a very nice half-stretch-lizard dude called Marco, who runs a decent place and doesn't let the Fites get out of hand, unlike SOMEONE I know. :P
So you go in, sit down, have a drink and chat, and then you can get up and beat the snot out of someone. The big rule differences are that you can't kill a dude, and if they tap out, they lose and you have to stop hitting them. There's a few other rules, but the other big one is "no stupid mismatches." So I can't fight Marco because he's way stronger than me, but I've fought a few ex-soldiers and cons and even some bounty hunter dude. My win/loss ratio is almost even - sometimes i have good days, sometimes I have bad. It's not... quite... THERE though. Argh!
This kind of means I come home with bruises and cuts sometimes. Thankfully the neighbours know exactly where they live and don't think I'm beaing beaten or whatever, although I can kind of understand if they did considering the brick shithouse I'm married too. But being beaten up and healing half the time does suck a bit. I'm sore often, and parts of my body are various wonderful colours. But it's worth it, and if I can't patch myself up I have guess who to help me.
I'll talk more about the fite clubs later. Made tons of friends there, though. They're a crazy bunch - I'll tell you more about them when I get around to it. :)
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