Max Fisher
Max Fisher
A fisher who lost his humanity and is now a robot that journals here and there.
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Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Age
22
Date of Birth
15th of Summer
Children
Eyes
Yellow
Height
6'3" ft
Weight
150 lb
Wizards 101
Fall
Hey you know about that fugitive stuff? I got pardoned! Hahaha!
I burnt down an orphanage and I got away with it!
The weird thing about when I learned I murdered children, I felt guilty initially, but I’m starting to
enjoy killing… again? I seriously hope my friends don’t read my journal.
I don’t know, but I’m ready to kill more people, I remember the thrill of getting away with those murders.
You know I when I saw Yohann’s name on the letter, I thought it could get back my body.
But I can’t. Blah blah blah “ already expired body “ Arden said.
I just want to feel again
If I can’t feel, then whats the point?
I don’t have much purpose anymore, I wanted to get my body, now I guess my purpose is back to killing people. So I accept my fate and start my plan.
But I can’t let my friends into my plan.
THE PLAN -
1 - Get good at wizadry
2 - Study explosive magic
3 - learn how to set explosive runes
4 - set explosive runes everywhere
5 - trick friends to moving outside
6 - explode
It’s gonna get hard to be this good, I feel like this is gonna be a 6+ month operation.
I have to get really good, these guards here can be a pain in the ass with their magic sensing abilities.
So I took the first step into my plan, getting good at wizardry.
I went to magicians guild with Shino and I picked out a book about destruction magic.
I learned about mana flow, how to increase the size of your mana, and how to properly tap into your soul’s mana.
And guess what.
I made a small fire in my hand.
I believe I can bring the ultimate destruction. But I will have to take small steps.
And I am going to have to research about invisibility sensing magic… I’m going to need to find a way to bypass this. What if I could use my mana to completely erase the presence of my soul?
I’ll have to get better at this.
Meanwhile I’ll have be feigning goodness to my teammates,
I will blow up this town no matter what
8 Hours
Fall
Every time my friends fall asleep, I either stare at a wall or in the pitch black until they wake up.
It’s currently night time and my friends are asleep. Yeri is sleeping on a tree, and everyone else is on the ground. We haven’t seen Lark, Dadapon, and Avaleen. I wonder how they are doing? Maybe they found some refuge, or maybe they died? Who knows…
I am glad I can still hear, back in Peras I would roam the streets at night, hearing the street performers play their horns. And at midnight, everything would be so quiet, and I could hear the Sarin river flow.
At this silent time I would break into the library and read books, I read books about interrogation, martial arts, self defense, serial killers (Lots of good stories here), and I read books of my favorite genre: romance.
Now here I stand in the middle of darkness, I can’t go to the library and read, I can’t go back to the sewers and check on my cheese, nor can I beat people to death.
I wish I could sleep, I remember having dreams, I used to dream about being a captain of my own ship, I wanted to be captain of my dad’s ship, the Wave Breaker. I would sleep and dream about sailing the arctic ocean. I could feel the breeze on my face, and the smell of the ocean. I can’t experience those feelings anymore.
Now I can only stand and watch for 8 hours.
“The Most Infamous Serial Killers in History”
Spring
I recently read a book last night where it listed details of the most infamous serial killers in history.
I could learn a thing or two from these guys as they were efficient killers. But for now I would like to talk about one murderer!
Her name was Mog, a wizard born in the deep underground chasms called the Deep Crack. Apparently she was abandoned as a child then raised by two demon lords and grew up with her brother. Because she was raised by two demon lords she became naturally adept at learning and handling magic. She got into school and skipped grades faster than a man’s face being melted with true fire (I’ve tested this).
At the age of 15, Mog was already inside wizard college (yes, still impressive even though it is in the Crack). But this is where she started killing! She burnt down the college and escaped the law enforcers.
As she walked out she only wanted to become a stronger wizard, so she sought out power.
She would randomly kill people, whether it be an accident or on purpose.
Along with her companions they would kill and use dead bodies to create an army of undead. She was right there along with Sen the Deathlord and her righthand woman Kazumi. Amazing!
One of her most famous murders was the murder of a prince. Off in an eastern nation on an island, Mog single handedly destroyed the political field of that eastern nation by using a fireball to kill him and his companions.
The most amazing thing ever about her is that she massacred an entire goblin village! Do you know how many goblins live in a village? TONS.
She died too early, she was struck by lightning and was burnt to a crisp.
The book concludes that she was a major sociopath who did not care for her friends, and only put her companions in danger with her volatile spells.
So, my plan is to gain wizardry powers like her!
But I won’t be a sociopath at all!
How I Got a Portrait Painting for Free
Spring
People in Peras are HIGHCLASS, very high class people. As I replayed my memories while I was an unstoppable murdermachine, almost every house (I killed people in their sleep) had beautiful portraits of themselves. So nice!
I decided to get my own portrait professionally done, but who would do my portrait?
I thought I found an artist, so I held his kids hostage, but turns out he was pretty crap, so I stabbed him.
I scavenged the streets of Peras for a real artist, and I found one!
His name is Alexander Buttchal, as I trespassed his property I saw the beautiful busts and statues he chiseled himself, and as I crawled my way upstairs, I couldn’t help notice the beautiful portraits of his family! It was immaculate in detail, I was in love with this artist! He just has a distinct style and I wanted a portrait in that style.
It was night and the maids were finishing up their work, I turned invisible and snuck my way past them as they lit the hallway candles. I saw a huge ornate wooden door at the end of the hallway, I could only assume that's where Mr. and Mrs. Buttchal resided in.
Before you enter rooms, especially during a break in, you always listen to what is happening behind the door.
So I listened, they were awake, and I waited. I’m really good at waiting, I don’t have to breathe, or sleep, or shit with this new body, it comes with some good perks. Although I wish I could taste food.
But whatever, I waited until I heard snoring, and I entered their room. It was beautiful, their bed was literally the width of my sewer lair.
On the bed lay Mr. and Mrs. Buttchal. From my satchel, I took out my finely crafted “black out” potion. It’s like a sleeping potion, but you just triple the dose. I uncapped the vial and poured just a teaspoon of “black out.” She’ll be in a coma for 3 days.
I took a blank canvas, grabbed some paint cans, grabbed his easel and brush and set it up on a small table right beside his bed. Then I lit the candles, I almost dropped the match because I was so excited to get my portrait done.
I carried Mrs. Buttchal off the bed, unsheathed my dagger, and gently woke up Mr. Buttchal.
“Wakey wakey Mr Buttchal”
Mr Buttchal gasped and eyes widened
Ok so pro tip here, when their eyes widen, they always follow up with a scream, so you need to make them shut up somehow, whether it be a gag or you have the special kind of poison that makes them lose their voice. In my case I could make him shut up because I had my dagger on his wife’s throat.
“Shhh, Mr Buttchal, you wouldn’t want your wife to die? If you make a peep I swear your wife will get the knife (that rhymed by the way), so what I want you to do is take the easel and paint over there and make me a portrait, OK?”
Mr Buttchal nodded, he was shaking, and got to work. I just stood right in front of him, with his wife held knifepoint. Good thing I don’t fatigue, because holding this position would be so tiring.
I think I stood there for a good 9 hours until he was finished, the sun was rising, and he was noticeably tired
“I'm finished” Mr Buttchal sounded weak.
“Great! Your wife will wake up in 63 hours! Goodbye. Here’s some cheese”
“Wait what?”
I gently lay Mrs. Buttchals on the ground and knock out Mr Buttchal.
I look at the painting, and even though it’s not as detailed as the portraits he showcased in the living room, I love it anyways.
I opened the windows, and used my rope to get myself down.
A Dying Dorakatapus Won’t Make Me Sad
Spring
One of the first things I noticed when I “woke up” was how I had less empathy than ever before.
When I “woke up”, I wandered through the forests of Peras, and I saw a doraktapus (never saw it before but I immediately knew) mourning her child.
The juvenile dorakatapus was mangled beyond recognition, the animal was crying for her mom.
I recognize this as sad, and the emotion I should feel is sad, but the weird thing is that I felt nothing. Maybe because it was just an animal?
I still feel emotions like happiness, disgust, anger. One time a man was playing his flute so poorly I cut off his jaw! I was busy digging through the trash for food (for an experiment I’ll explain later) and I heard this man playing his flute so poorly! After hearing 30 minutes of squealing I reflexively whipped my knife out and sliced his jaw off! Crazy gross to see it happen (even though it was the third time I did something like that). Pedestrians saw what I did, most of them hurled their brunch, so I did what I normally do whenever I get caught, I just turn invisible!
As I watched on across the street, standing invisible, I saw his brothers rushed over to his body bleeding out. The encounter went down like this:
~Gurgling noises~
“Brother! Brother are you ok?!”
~Gurgling noises~
“Oh my God! What happened to you!”
~Gurgling noises~
“Oh my God he is dying, we gotta stop the bleeding Frederick!”
~Gurgling noises~
Frederick begins to take of his shirt
~Gurgling noises~
Other brother takes the shirt and wraps it over the musicians face
~Gurgling noises~
At that point I had to stop and leave, not because I couldn’t bear watching it, trust me I was on the edge of my seat at that part, would the brothers save their poorly practiced flutist? I would not attempt to resuscitate that man, LEST I HEAR THAT HORRID FLUTE AGAIN I SAY. But what happened is that those vigilante wizards (the Bloodhounds A.K.A assholes) noticed my presence, so I had to bail out of there.
As of writing this I hear those assholes again outside, little do they know I am very perceptive. Worst thing about having your home discovered is that I am going to have to find a new place and at the same time carry all my cheese and hope they don’t get smashed while I escape.
This time I’ll try the sewers.
I Tried to Eat A Fish
Spring
I tried to eat a fish, but I couldn't taste it in my mouth.
I tried touching the river but I couldn't feel anything.
I stabbed a man because he tried to steal my gold, then I had to stab him 6 more times to make him stop complaining.
This is more depressing than time I found a thumb in my beef stew.
Back in Gorbohord I would go to my favorite tavern, the Frozen Deer. In front of the tavern was a deer encased in true ice, the poor guy probably saw the ice wizard.
Besides that I would go in to the Frozen Deer, get my classic order of warm milk. People would make fun of me for my beverage choice, those people are the type to drink Dunlop. And you know what they say about Dunlop drinkers...
After I drank my warm milk I would always order a bowl of beef stew. The beef stew was made with the finely raised cattle of Smelly Gavin (The town gave him that nickname). Great tender chunks of beef, the carrots and potatoes soaked in the stew. Beautiful stuff man.
So on this particular day after fishing for 8 hours, and catching nothing, so I say "Hey, might as well go to the Frozen Deer to cheer myself up before I get whipped by my boss" so I go to the tavern, drink my milk, and start working on my bowl. And THEN I START CHOKING ON SOMETHING. So IM THERE COUGHING and GAGGING, no one is trying to save ME so I'm just there heaving on all fours. I manage to get the shit out, one guy touches my back, "Hey buddy are you ok?" FUCK OFF you daft CUNT you just watched me choke to death for a minute and you did nothing. I politely told him to screw off and looked at the shit I was choking on. IT WAS A THUMB
A LITERAL THUMB IN MY STEW, HOW???
My day was ruined, I started crying and managed my way out of the tavern as I hobbled in my immense sadness.
Then my boss found me and heard about my catchless catch, and I was whipped on the spot. Horrible day. Worst day ever. Broomhilda was watching me getting my buttocks whipped by my boss.
I'll try find some cheese and I'll let you know how that goes, I used to be a pretty good 'affineur' so I'm excited to continue in my cheese endeavors.
Will try to journal more often