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- Aug 11, 2014
I wasn’t sure if there’d be enough interest to warrant a thread, but I’ve been entertained by this particular person for a very long time. I apologize if this looks like utter fucking shit; I’ve not made a thread before, plus I’m retarded. Let’s see.
Kiwis, allow me to introduce you to Aaron Fechter:
If you haven’t heard of him (and I’m sure you haven’t), Aaron is an engineer and entrepreneur who spends the majority of his days in his dilapidated warehouse in central Florida. The highlight of his career was in the early 1980’s when he entered a deal with a businessman named Bob Brock. Aaron and his 300 employees began engineering animatronic shows in his (then operational) warehouse for Brock’s new restaurant, Showbiz Pizza.
Everything tanked for Aaron in the early 90’s when Showbiz Pizza bought out and merged with the failing Chuck E. Cheese’s Pizza Time Theatre. The characters that Aaron’s team created, an animatronic animal band called “The Rock-afire Explosion”, were preferred by the execs of the merging companies, but Aaron, being the extreme Jew he is, would not relinquish the rights to the characters unless he was paid an outrageous sum of money, or collect royalties. The executives laughed in his face and severed ties with Aaron; completely crumbling the foundation of his business. Over the years, Aaron’s hundreds of employees dwindled down to just him, and he still considers his warehouse “Creative Engineering” an active business, when in reality it is little more than a hoarder’s dump rotting away in the central Florida heat.
Aaron was all but forgotten in the early 2000’s until a group of spergs who were infatuated with Chuck E. Cheese started stalking him. Reveling in the attention he received, Aaron leaped into the ‘tard pool at full speed; making appearances at their annual group meetings (called “Cheesevention”). It was also there where he met one of his stalkers, a dim witted, former CEC employee named Kerry. At half his age and half his brain capacity, Aaron bagged Kerry, and they are still together to this day; living in what is essentially a trailer in the woods with their two Dobermans outside Orlando.
Aaron is 65 and convinced that one day he’ll be rich again. He tools away in his warehouse for years on end, working on something that’s always “the next big thing”. He will premiere said thing at a booth at an annual theme park attraction expo, it will garner no attention, then back to his warehouse it will go to rot away. Most recently, he took an inoperable arcade game akin to something from 1982 to the convention. He calls it “Bashy Bug”. It was programmed with an Apple II because Aaron refuses to learn or work with new technology.
He hates niggers and the god damn Muslims, loves Donald Trump, and swears he invented the Whack-a-Mole. Tell him otherwise, and he will chimp the fuck out. He even went so far as to embarrass himself by calling out the producer of the game at an IAAPA convention and recording it for posterity.
With the popularity of the Five Nights at Freddy’s games, thousands of autistic children all over America suddenly found pizza joint robots to be the most amazing thing in the history of anything, thus making Aaron think that he was a celebrity. He believes his autograph is worth something, and will sign all of his rotting, musty shit from his warehouse before putting it on eBay at astronomical prices for the 13-year-old spergs to buy. If you want to take a tour of his inoperable studio, that will cost you $300. He might even make you some burgers on his grill, cooked over an “eco friendly green gas” he invented called “Hydrillium”, which, incidentally, blew his warehouse the fuck up in 2013.
Because nothing he does should go unpaid (not sure if it’s because he’s a greedy Jew or desperate for $$$), Aaron has a “premium” YouTube channel in which, if you pay him $10 a month, you will gain exclusive access to his private YT videos. The PREMIUM CONTENT videos feature exciting excerpts of his life, such as literally running to the post office, complaining about local blacks defacing his “Make America Great Again” signs, or pissing in his vestibule. All the rest of his videos are little more than desperate pleas to his audience to talk about him and buy his shit. Aaron didn’t think this “premium subscription” venture through too well though; he didn’t count on his adolescent audience sharing the privatized links with one another without paying. Thus ruining another money making scheme.
He constantly and unabashedly spergs on Facebook about the US government and his blatant racism and homophobia. If any of his followers publicly disagrees with his opinions, they will find themselves bombarded with messages from angry 13-year-old autistics, vehemently defending their lord and savior.
His delusions of grandeur and unwarranted self importance rivals that of the great CWC. He truly believes that he is a beloved local celebrity, and has absolutely no qualms about taking credit for every aspect of his short lived success in the early 1980s. He absolutely believes that the content he produces in this era without the aid of his hundreds of employees is just as impressive as it was back then. Very rarely will you hear him give credit where credit is due; forget about his professional engineers, machinists and musicians that literally made and did everything for him back then. Aaron believes he encompasses all of these qualities and skills, and his ego is tremendous. He is king of the shitpile on West Jefferson street.
Accounts and Such:
Facebook
Twitter / Archive (Old)
YouTube Channel / Archive
eBay / Archive
Personal email - aaron@starsof.com
Official Site / Archive
Creative Engineering Inc.
47 W Jefferson St, Orlando, FL 32801
The “Pee Away 3000” to keep the damn dirty niggos from pissing by his RV:
Fun Fact: He came to the rescue for Isabella Price back in her thread from a few years ago.
She lived amongst the shit and spiders in his warehouse during the summer of 2015 to work on art for his newest hopeless project, which of course went nowhere. His username is @Vincent VanGo.
Kiwis, allow me to introduce you to Aaron Fechter:
If you haven’t heard of him (and I’m sure you haven’t), Aaron is an engineer and entrepreneur who spends the majority of his days in his dilapidated warehouse in central Florida. The highlight of his career was in the early 1980’s when he entered a deal with a businessman named Bob Brock. Aaron and his 300 employees began engineering animatronic shows in his (then operational) warehouse for Brock’s new restaurant, Showbiz Pizza.
Everything tanked for Aaron in the early 90’s when Showbiz Pizza bought out and merged with the failing Chuck E. Cheese’s Pizza Time Theatre. The characters that Aaron’s team created, an animatronic animal band called “The Rock-afire Explosion”, were preferred by the execs of the merging companies, but Aaron, being the extreme Jew he is, would not relinquish the rights to the characters unless he was paid an outrageous sum of money, or collect royalties. The executives laughed in his face and severed ties with Aaron; completely crumbling the foundation of his business. Over the years, Aaron’s hundreds of employees dwindled down to just him, and he still considers his warehouse “Creative Engineering” an active business, when in reality it is little more than a hoarder’s dump rotting away in the central Florida heat.
Aaron was all but forgotten in the early 2000’s until a group of spergs who were infatuated with Chuck E. Cheese started stalking him. Reveling in the attention he received, Aaron leaped into the ‘tard pool at full speed; making appearances at their annual group meetings (called “Cheesevention”). It was also there where he met one of his stalkers, a dim witted, former CEC employee named Kerry. At half his age and half his brain capacity, Aaron bagged Kerry, and they are still together to this day; living in what is essentially a trailer in the woods with their two Dobermans outside Orlando.
Aaron is 65 and convinced that one day he’ll be rich again. He tools away in his warehouse for years on end, working on something that’s always “the next big thing”. He will premiere said thing at a booth at an annual theme park attraction expo, it will garner no attention, then back to his warehouse it will go to rot away. Most recently, he took an inoperable arcade game akin to something from 1982 to the convention. He calls it “Bashy Bug”. It was programmed with an Apple II because Aaron refuses to learn or work with new technology.
He hates niggers and the god damn Muslims, loves Donald Trump, and swears he invented the Whack-a-Mole. Tell him otherwise, and he will chimp the fuck out. He even went so far as to embarrass himself by calling out the producer of the game at an IAAPA convention and recording it for posterity.
With the popularity of the Five Nights at Freddy’s games, thousands of autistic children all over America suddenly found pizza joint robots to be the most amazing thing in the history of anything, thus making Aaron think that he was a celebrity. He believes his autograph is worth something, and will sign all of his rotting, musty shit from his warehouse before putting it on eBay at astronomical prices for the 13-year-old spergs to buy. If you want to take a tour of his inoperable studio, that will cost you $300. He might even make you some burgers on his grill, cooked over an “eco friendly green gas” he invented called “Hydrillium”, which, incidentally, blew his warehouse the fuck up in 2013.
Because nothing he does should go unpaid (not sure if it’s because he’s a greedy Jew or desperate for $$$), Aaron has a “premium” YouTube channel in which, if you pay him $10 a month, you will gain exclusive access to his private YT videos. The PREMIUM CONTENT videos feature exciting excerpts of his life, such as literally running to the post office, complaining about local blacks defacing his “Make America Great Again” signs, or pissing in his vestibule. All the rest of his videos are little more than desperate pleas to his audience to talk about him and buy his shit. Aaron didn’t think this “premium subscription” venture through too well though; he didn’t count on his adolescent audience sharing the privatized links with one another without paying. Thus ruining another money making scheme.
He constantly and unabashedly spergs on Facebook about the US government and his blatant racism and homophobia. If any of his followers publicly disagrees with his opinions, they will find themselves bombarded with messages from angry 13-year-old autistics, vehemently defending their lord and savior.
His delusions of grandeur and unwarranted self importance rivals that of the great CWC. He truly believes that he is a beloved local celebrity, and has absolutely no qualms about taking credit for every aspect of his short lived success in the early 1980s. He absolutely believes that the content he produces in this era without the aid of his hundreds of employees is just as impressive as it was back then. Very rarely will you hear him give credit where credit is due; forget about his professional engineers, machinists and musicians that literally made and did everything for him back then. Aaron believes he encompasses all of these qualities and skills, and his ego is tremendous. He is king of the shitpile on West Jefferson street.
Accounts and Such:
Twitter / Archive (Old)
YouTube Channel / Archive
eBay / Archive
Personal email - aaron@starsof.com
Official Site / Archive
Creative Engineering Inc.
47 W Jefferson St, Orlando, FL 32801
The “Pee Away 3000” to keep the damn dirty niggos from pissing by his RV:
Fun Fact: He came to the rescue for Isabella Price back in her thread from a few years ago.
She lived amongst the shit and spiders in his warehouse during the summer of 2015 to work on art for his newest hopeless project, which of course went nowhere. His username is @Vincent VanGo.
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