The Of-Fish-Al Folios
As part of our special collection on early Alternian history we are honored to present the folio showing original character sketches and concepts for the famous Portrait of Unification. Amid some of the more amateurish doodles we have discovered a treasure trove of commentary from the notables themselves. The notes were scribbled on serraterminal leaves, and are shown in transcript here as the originals are too delicate to reproduce for display. While the originals have been stabilized and are available for any visitors to the archive to view, the delicate nature of the folios requires the strictest preservation protocols be followed, and air-breathing is not allowed within two meters of the preservation tanks. We thank you for your understanding, and invite all lower-blooded archive patrons to view the archived works online.
Psst. I got my hands on some a the roughs that annoying painter was boppin around trying to get a us.
We're in the middle of the motherfucking conference, my Squidbitch. You going to give me a reason I shouldn't be paying attention to the words and phrases your eelslimes and my hyenajackals are going to pull over my eyes? Because it's a done deal, an we both know it. As soon as the gutless tripe worms said a quadrant alliance would be in the works, we was both baited at the end of the hook. Got it? Now you can get all up in mah krill aboat it, again, Mackerela, but it ain't gonna make no difference in the long swim because you're sick a all your warm as puke followers dying. Ha motherfucking ha. Goes to show you wasn't listening to the reading of the righteous MYSTERIES at. all. I don halfta, clownfish. I won. To win, the other side's gotta motherfucking lose. An which fish is takin you precious pale quad out for the spin a it's pathetic life time? Oh, right. You lost as soon as your followers let me take that bit a your life frond ya, so stow the jeering, and either bow your head, or be an interestin little clownfish an keep me entertained. |
When the stars fall from the sky in their blazes, it'll be my eternal hope that I'm alive long enough to see you swallowed by the motherfucking darkness. That's what you missed of the mysteries, by the way.
Don be an insufferable little sharktit.
I'm going to give that one a shrine in my personal lexicon. It was masterful. Though I'd never wish to make anyone suffer beyond their righteous impious due.
Smug ass mackerel. Oh! This one's cute. Lookit you an your vestigal fin flaps.
STOP IT.
But it's glubbin ADORABL---E-. You're practically one a mah subjects alreedy.
And the deaths of the stars shall be heralded by creature of the grandest dread. Subject to none but the winged angels of the finality.
Well, that definitely ain't you, Mackrela.
I know, but I do dream.
Don be an insufferable little sharktit.
I'm going to give that one a shrine in my personal lexicon. It was masterful. Though I'd never wish to make anyone suffer beyond their righteous impious due.
Smug ass mackerel. Oh! This one's cute. Lookit you an your vestigal fin flaps.
STOP IT.
But it's glubbin ADORABL---E-. You're practically one a mah subjects alreedy.
And the deaths of the stars shall be heralded by creature of the grandest dread. Subject to none but the winged angels of the finality.
Well, that definitely ain't you, Mackrela.
I know, but I do dream.
This is the motherfucking best plan for the image of sanctity for the union? Your artist wouldn't know the language of the pale star love if it bit off a motherfucking arm.
I thought you weren't playin the commentary game with me. I needed to buy some time to fish around in this motherfucking assortment of sketches. Oh, fishing around now, are you? I wanted to sea if I could play you on a line. Oh, you're good, clownfish. Now that is more in my style a frondship. An what's your problem with this? Aside from the lack a sparkle we both look tough. Quad mate pictures in a red leaning usually look soppy, ya minnow? We're facing in separate directions, we got our weapons to hand. Now, you and me we might have an inkling about the enthusiasm we're bringing into this hollow alliance, but some secrets should remain undisclosed, and this image screams ta me that we aren't seeing walleye to walleye. Maybe it occurred to you we shouldn't want to get inta this fin too happily. I mean, if we want the fishbait to continue swimmin along strongly we can't be having with fronship and cuddle piles between sea and land, ya catch the drift? Might be times when we need a dose of war ta wake every dozy clam shucker up. W)(AT? Ya know you got youse some reely freaky peepers when ya stare too long? Not a problem, my de-sea-ving sister. Just let me bask in the glory hidden in the twists of your mind. Hellfires consume these dying fuckers, let's leave and break out some sweetest of elixirs. You and me, we gotta *talk.* Get a motherfucking CLAM SLAM on. |
At least in this one we look motherfucking natural as the day we breached our cuccoons.
Speak for your shellfish. I got your blood under my nails! This'll ruin my maine-cure.
You found it all kinds of miraculous fun while we were posing. And we almost got our shiny diamond in.
I guess it's got that goin for it, but it ain't tradfishional enough for my crew, and you know it.
Seadweller traditional is a mite anathema to us warmer wrigglers though. And I'm not posing with any sort of harpoon point anywhere in my spine.
Your peeps wanted the moirallegeance, ya gotta get the picture that we don normally swim that way. This is a conseassion.
But one you'll have to make because it ain't our fate to motherfucking meet the angels just yet, and if you press much more, I'll change yours.
Just sayin we're already bein sharkingly modern. Twenty sweeps ago we'd have to have been pailmates rather than palemates, get the drift an undercurrent? A bit of concentric circles and whatever else shit involved in getting a landdweller all played out on the canvas is a pretty dam good deal.
And yet it's my spine and skin that's taking all the motherfucking risk for your cultured little motherfuckers.
Heh, like you won't cull 'em if they try to put one undertow outta line.
And here I thought my palest starfish would be willing to wrap her fishfucks all around that fine golden prong a hers just for the sake of her humble piece of cool constant affection. After all, it just be notes and motherfucking grins and giggles across the conference table like we're not both trying to show off our fangs for the world, if you don't give me something more than my motherfucking entitlement to your peace.
Speak for your shellfish. I got your blood under my nails! This'll ruin my maine-cure.
You found it all kinds of miraculous fun while we were posing. And we almost got our shiny diamond in.
I guess it's got that goin for it, but it ain't tradfishional enough for my crew, and you know it.
Seadweller traditional is a mite anathema to us warmer wrigglers though. And I'm not posing with any sort of harpoon point anywhere in my spine.
Your peeps wanted the moirallegeance, ya gotta get the picture that we don normally swim that way. This is a conseassion.
But one you'll have to make because it ain't our fate to motherfucking meet the angels just yet, and if you press much more, I'll change yours.
Just sayin we're already bein sharkingly modern. Twenty sweeps ago we'd have to have been pailmates rather than palemates, get the drift an undercurrent? A bit of concentric circles and whatever else shit involved in getting a landdweller all played out on the canvas is a pretty dam good deal.
And yet it's my spine and skin that's taking all the motherfucking risk for your cultured little motherfuckers.
Heh, like you won't cull 'em if they try to put one undertow outta line.
And here I thought my palest starfish would be willing to wrap her fishfucks all around that fine golden prong a hers just for the sake of her humble piece of cool constant affection. After all, it just be notes and motherfucking grins and giggles across the conference table like we're not both trying to show off our fangs for the world, if you don't give me something more than my motherfucking entitlement to your peace.
Cod. No. NOP-------E-
Did we EVER GET THE MOTHERFUCK IN THAT POSITION? I ain't angling for a passive kismesitude. I AM NOT DOWN FOR THAT. I told ya clownfish, the lack of slurry is gonna codfuse the older abyssal jerks. Lemme go get mah 2x3D---E-NT. they can be codfused about my de-bonin them through their gill slits. Just pokin a few and wrappin up the internals before feedin them to the mother a all beachfests is generally quicker. But it lacks a certain artistry that I believe these motherfuckers find missing in their pathetic motherfucking lives. Hence the eleborate ruse to have us introduce them to true-- Quit your yapping. I got a sighting on our artist chum-p. |
It is a pity that this most honest image has none of the significance the followers of this entangled network of an alliance would need to see.
Huh? But it's just a doodle.
But look at you, staring at the sky. Walking on the surf. I see it and I am given insight.
What kinda insight? The Empress of the World likes ta skip rocks while under the moons?
Something of the like. I know you're out there. Skipping rocks, looking at the sky. You know your soul is bound by stars. The flaming enigmas and fragmentary dreams of our heavens. The lights gleaming in the carnival, holding the dark sister off in the void with their illusion of shining gold.
I am startin to wonder if you lace that swill ya chug with dreamweed.
Sober as the day is merciless, my double dealin fishsis.
W)(AT--E-V--E-R. I do gotta admit though, it's a nice one a you, alone in that cave. Gotta say I'm pretty lucky you're highest blood left alive, and it's not one of these blue fish. Cod ya all can't stop flappin your lips, halibut at least you try to keep ya conversation interestin.
Or hallucinogen addled, but water difference does that make?
I'm not alone, my squid screeching sister.
Not now, anyway. Looks like we're stuck together, once the paper's signed and sealed.
That might even be a motherfucking truth.
Huh? But it's just a doodle.
But look at you, staring at the sky. Walking on the surf. I see it and I am given insight.
What kinda insight? The Empress of the World likes ta skip rocks while under the moons?
Something of the like. I know you're out there. Skipping rocks, looking at the sky. You know your soul is bound by stars. The flaming enigmas and fragmentary dreams of our heavens. The lights gleaming in the carnival, holding the dark sister off in the void with their illusion of shining gold.
I am startin to wonder if you lace that swill ya chug with dreamweed.
Sober as the day is merciless, my double dealin fishsis.
W)(AT--E-V--E-R. I do gotta admit though, it's a nice one a you, alone in that cave. Gotta say I'm pretty lucky you're highest blood left alive, and it's not one of these blue fish. Cod ya all can't stop flappin your lips, halibut at least you try to keep ya conversation interestin.
Or hallucinogen addled, but water difference does that make?
I'm not alone, my squid screeching sister.
Not now, anyway. Looks like we're stuck together, once the paper's signed and sealed.
That might even be a motherfucking truth.