Delusions of Princess Fischl
This was a collab with Redrocian A chubby fellow, dressed in a black, medieval mercenary costume, brandishing an eyepatch, leaped off his bed lunging forward with a plastic sword. He bantered to an invisible enemy while lost within a pretend play. The one childishly prancing about the disheveled apartment was Brendan, a man who dreamed big and lived lazy. “Hark! I am the sovereign of the Württemberg! And I have never known defeat! Tremble before my Auge der Verurteilung!” he yelled while unconvincingly swirling his sword. He had a flare for roleplay, and this week’s escapist fantasy was a magical knight who spoke at times in German, who was ruler of a prosperous kingdom under siege. Brendan was a colossal nerd and a social outcast who cared not for those who looked down on his peculiarities. Possessing a wide eyed wonderment and no drive for responsibility, he wished for things to come easy. After flunking out of College and being hit with some cold hard reality, he found himself aim