Victims of Winter

Welcome, friends, foes, and followers, to my little slice of Hell. I am James, also known as Father Fist. Make yourselves at home and do wipe your feet before coming in.

One of the things that I like doing is creating characters and acting them out, especially through photos. One of my favorite personas is a character that I have lovingly dubbed the Gentleman Stalker, a supernatural, hedonistic trickster god with a love of parties, alcohol, and his fair share of dark fantasies.

I am currently working on a screenplay for a film adaptation of the Gentleman Stalker and will keep you up to date on the progress of the film. In the meantime, sit back and enjoy.

Welcome to the party. You’ve arrived just in time.

You look mighty worn out from coming all the way out here. How’s about joining me for a drink? Don’t worry. I don’t bite.

Care to join me for a stroll in the garden?

Don’t mind me. I prefer watching, anyway.

14 seconds. The time it takes the average mammal to understand the mechanics of a sliding door.

Peekaboo!

I’m so happy to finally have you all to myself.

I’ll scrub your back if you scrub mine.

Oh my, I do hope that I’m not late for the party.

Oh, you can’t leave now. The party’s just begun.

I’d be more than happy to drive you home after the festivities have wrapped up.

I…

SEE YOU.

Thanks ever so much for coming to the party. We expect you back very soon.


Ta for now and remember: You’re always welcome here.