“You either die a hero or live long enough to become a Fishtank admin who ghosts his own project while grinding ranked in Apex Legends.” — Sun Tzu, probably
Let’s talk about Funyung. Yeah, that guy. You know him. You’ve seen him slithering around in the corners of Fishtank discourse like a worm that forgot how to wiggle. The so-called admin of fishtank.wtf, a site that should be the holy digital shrine of one of the most unhinged, chaotic livestream experiences ever conceived by man, Fishtank.live, and yet, under Funyung’s crusty watch, has become a digital mausoleum filled with half-dead memes and the ghost of potential.
Let’s not sugarcoat it: Funyung is the king of doing the absolute fucking least.
He is a professional procrastinator. An artist of apathy. A scholar of sloth. This man was paid to build maps for the now-infamous GTank project, where he played the role of 3D designer, probably because someone mistakenly believed he had functioning neurons and access to Blender. He delivered both maps late. Not fashionably late. Not “sorry, my dog died” late. We’re talking radio-silence, no-notes, ‘I’ve-been-playing-Apex-and-forgot-I-had-a-job’ late. Twice.
That’s not incompetence. That’s a commitment to failure. That’s performance art.
And now? Now this man is the custodian of fishtank.wtf, which despite being propped up entirely by cracka_jack’s posts, energy, and manic promotional grit, barely limps along. It’s like watching someone inherit a Ferrari and use it as a lawn chair. The potential for this site is insane. The Fishtank community is rabid, loyal, demented (in the best way), and hungry for content. Two hours a day. That’s all it would take. Just TWO HOURS of effort. Hell, even one hour and a half plus a Red Bull, and this site could become the Mecca of Tanked-up degeneracy.
But no.
Funyung is out there in a stained hoodie, driving Uber Eats deliveries to support his Apex Legends habit. Apex Legends, bro, like it’s still 2019. I swear on everything holy, this man queues into ranked like it’s a full-time job, but can’t update a community-driven site he allegedly “cares about.” Imagine being that committed to irrelevance.
Meanwhile, cracka_jack is out here sweating blood, promoting fishtank.wtf like a digital street preacher, while Funyung’s chilling in some dark Discord server talking about Pathfinder nerfs.
We are witnessing the digital equivalent of someone dropping the Ark of the Covenant in a puddle of piss and shrugging.
This is not just laziness, it’s weaponized stagnation. He’s not just dropping the ball. He’s dropkicking it into a sewer, then logging off for “just one more game.” Every second he squanders is a second we could be rising. Every missed update is a middle finger to the community that believed in him. The man is the George R.R. Martin of community projects: all setup, no delivery, and 100% fried.
And yet… the saddest part? He could still turn it around. If he just cared. If he just gave a single, microscopic damn.
But he won’t. Because he’s Funyung.
A man who thinks ambition is cringe and work ethic is a conspiracy. A man who coasted off vibes and landed in a graveyard of half-finished .VMFs and expired Uber promo codes.
Remember this name. Not as a legend. Not as a hero. But as a cautionary tale. The man who had the keys to the kingdom… and dropped them into a grease-stained bag of Five Guys while rushing back to his Apex lobby.
Fuck funyung
funyung is a fed
Fedyung in the house!
Leave my man alone!