It’s story time!

Hey everyone! Long time no see, huh?

Well we’ve had questions about our story, and where people can find out more about the ongoing timeline of Freen in Green. Well, look no further! As of today, we’re unveiling a Freen in Green COMIC! Whoa right? Drawn by the awesome Coral-Striker, otherwise known as “Zyp”, we intend to go back to when the band first started, and show you how it happened step by step!

So be sure to check out that “Comics” tab up there on the header, and view the first page of the comic! We don’t have an update schedule or anything, but one thing I can tell ‘ya is that the first issue has about 6 pages, and that you can view the titles of the first 3 issues on the main “comics” page.

Now for some Z’s! Be sure to check out Zyp’s deviant art!
~Marcus

We’re pretty broken at this point.

So a couple of days ago, I got up at the usual time and headed into the studio to check on the guys, and to work more on Pixelated Planet, the band’s search for more members (drums, vocals, rhythm guitar), and the Rock Band stuff. When I got there though, I noticed that there was a strange package on the counter in the reception area, so right away I knew something was weird. It was in a typical shipping package, you know, the ones coated in white paper, but it lacked the stamp or return address.

Now, of course, I was pretty hesitant to open it. I mean, do we have enemies? Adam claimed that there was some dude that hocked a bomb at him from the old Bluefusion studios when it was still standing. So I just left it where it was and decided to talk to the others about it first. Mint and Aptiva had nothing to say, they didn’t hear or see anyone come in and leave the package, and Zoot was in power saver mode the whole time. Mysteri then came forward and after a few brief studders, and told me that Adam had been here with some girl, and that he was the one whom left the box behind for us.

So now that we knew it (probably) wasn’t a bomb or anything otherwise lethal, I opened it. Inside was a card, and Smoker’s marble; the one he released her from a few years ago. This was definitely strange, at this point I had a pretty bad feeling about the card, but decided to read it out loud anyway.

“Dear Marcus, Mysteri, and the idiots.

My girlfriend, Jennifer, just got a call from some talent agency over in Edmonton that thinks that she’d be great as a bassist for some all-female band that’s apparently in the works. Supposedly they have a singer and a keyboardist, and Jen just so happens to fit perfectly with their style.

Anyway, We recently got engaged, so y’know. Hands are tied and whatever. I’ve gotta move over there with her and there’s no way I’m commuting back and forth from another province just for the band. Hell, I don’t even know why I was still here after Smoker packed her blackmailing magic bags… Heh, maybe I just got soft on you guys or something.

So treat this as my formal resignation or whatever. Gonna start a new life over there in Edmonton and see where I can go from there. Marcus! Keep those bumbling idiots in line for me, alright? Best of luck with that.

Thanks for the ride, it’s been interesting.
-Adam Grant
(PS: Don’t polish the marble, who knows what else could fly out of it. The last thing you’d want is another Smoker hanging around.)”

And with that, we lose another member. Everyone was pretty stunned, even Mint and Aptiva dropped whatever they had started doing since I had began reading the letter. Wanting to say goodbye properly, I drove down to where Adam’s apartment was, but his landlord said they were showing off the suite to new tennants and that the old one had already moved out.

So, Adam, if you’re reading this, best of luck with your life over there! Thanks for tolorating us for as long as you have, and I’ll miss having that morning coffee with you every day! Tell Jennifer to kick some butt as the bassist for that new band! I’ll be the first in line to get their album whenever it happens! And come visit sometime! We’ll miss you!

I guess this means our search for another bassist begins…
-Marcus

FiG Chronicle #9 – Aptiva

8D OMG. HEY GUIZE. I dunno if I’m s’pose to write one of these things today BUT I WILL ANYWAY!! 

FiG Chronicle #8 – Mysteri

Uhm… greetings… I…don’t like being put on the spot like this… but Marcus asked if maybe I could w-write one of these a-about myself…

FiG Chronicle #7 – Zoot

YEOW!

That was a close call there Fig fans, D;. So I was all “8D” face for the 2011 rolling along because, well, ya know, I’ve never celebrated a new year before. HOWEVER, turned out I never had a calendar installed for me for 2011, and I didn’t find this out until moments before the count down.