We have reactivated this one at the request of the boys, Enjoy!

2008: Well Chiefs, it's been a few months since our last update to the site. Let's just say we were asked not to play for a while until a few minor discrepancies were resolved. I am happy to say "WE ARE BACK IN BIZ" spreading good times between firefighters at the expense of the Chief! Let me break this down in words that only a IAFFC Chief could understand. It was a dark and stormy winter day when a really Big Chief came to Fake Fire Headquarters to have a pow wow with Fake Chiefs. But only our President was at FF HQ sleeping one off when the Big Chief arrived. The Big Chief came in FF HQ without wiping his feet,leaned softly down to the sleeping Prez and yelled in his face "YOU BOYS BETTER SHUT THE F@#% UP". The Big Chief said it very loudly to scare the crap out of the Prez. Then the Big Chief took 50 feet of 5" and tied it around the neck of the Prez, I think he used a half hitch. The Big Chief fired up this bang'n new Seagrave ladder. It was a pre piped tandom with all the bell's and whistles, and dragged the Fake Chief all around town. After sixteen hours the truck ran out of fuel and the half dead Chief yelled out " GET ME A DOCTOR"! "NO, I MEAN A LAWYER! Then the Chief passed out for a while in a pool of his own blood, a melted Snickers bar and some incredibly tuff 5". Before the Chief knew it he was getting loaded in the back of one of the Big Chiefs gut buckets. The medic's dropped the Chief three times while getting him packaged up for the ride. Once inside and even though the Chief could breath just fine on his own, the medic's tried to open up the Chiefs airway and even hit him with the paddles a few times. Then the medic's unstrapped the Chief during transport and they strapped themselves in with these really cool Big Chief style seat belts. They had quick release buttons and everything, nice stuff. The medics floored it and then they rolled a perfectly good E-One, about a 2005, type III, white with red graphics, right in front of the Trauma Center. As they rolled over and over the Chief flew out of the backdoor and landed right at the entrance to the hospital. As all the E.R. staff ran out to help, the Medic leaned down and whispered in the Chiefs ear,"you better shut the F@#% up"!!! Well a few months go by and after short stint of therapy and hours of legal advice, the Chief went back to FF HQ. The Chief struck a box and all the other Fake Chiefs responded. He gave them all the juice on Big Chief. They all sat around for hours and watched Bonanza reruns and waited until dark. They went down to the Big Chiefs Station and lit the dumpster on fire. But Big Chief did not wake up and some of our guys forgot why they went and put the dumpster out. So the Chiefs filled the dumpster back up again with empty whiskey boxes and a low mileage blow up doll and lit it on fire again. They opened up the Big Chiefs bay door when one of the Chiefs yelled, YO!, is that the Seagrave you were talking about? So the Chiefs spent a few minutes checking out the Seagrave and then pushed the dumpster into the station to set off the smoke alarm. They ducked behind an older Pierce Engine, that still looked decent, and probably seen a lot of action in it's years and I'm not a big fan of the front suction, and waited for Big Chief. Big Chief came running out in his David Hasselhoff pajamas and the Chiefs beat him about the head with Halligan Bar's and traffic wands until he almost collapsed, made a right turn, and came to a full stop. The half dead Big Chief then crawled across the station floor. One of those nice, no slip paint job ones with yellow lines to guide you when backing up. The kind that would be real handy back at the house if it was raining real bad at night and you went out on the truck for fuel. In the rain, because the last selfish bastard who parked the friggin thing was to F'n lazy to fuel it up.  What if we had to go get batteries for the remote and could not watch cooking cartoons. Maybe we did not look at the gauge on the way out. Then ran out of fuel all the way over at the Seven Eleven across town because we stayed to long looking at the chick with the pigtails and had to call the our Chief? Then what Dickhead?? Huh? I'll tell you what. Then our Chief would show up and start screaming at us, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING OVER HERE AND OUT OF YOUR DISTRICT"! And we say, the remote died and could not watch cooking cartoons and they got cheap batteries here. Well, the Chief knew that they do have really cheap batteries and knows how much we like cooking cartoons so what could he say right? Anyway......... So Big Chief crawled back across the floor to the front of that Seagrave and right to the feet of the Fake Chiefs and says, sweet huh? And we go, oh yea, is it new? Big Chief says no, we had it for about five months and really just got the bug's worked out on it. Then the Big Chief took us all for a ride on his new toy. It was a sweet ride I'll tell you that. When everyone got back to the station it was just at the end of the Big Chiefs shift and Big Chief says, so you boy's fancy a drink? I'm done in another ten and there's a great little Irish Pub with a decent Polish Sausage down on the corner. So the Chiefs raced down to the bar and met all the Big Chiefs boys from his watch down the street and got hammered! About midnight a few smart ass security guards from the stadium showed up in those stupid yellow shirts and someone says "hey, rent a cop, that's a pretty stupid yellow shirt" and one thing led to another and as always guess who showed up? Our favorite men in blue, The Maytag Repairman! Just kidding... The local Poe Poe with these unbelievably hard flashlights. Well as usual we all got locked up and sang songs through most of the night until we made bail in the morning. All in all a pretty fine night I must say. The next day the Fake Chiefs called up the Big Chief and said, I'm sorry man, and the Big Chief said, no I am sorry, it was all my fault, And we said, no, no, it was us, we push it a little. Big Chief said no, really 100% my fault. And the Chiefs said are you sure, it's usually us most of the time. Big Chief said no, no it was me. People started saying crap to me, people with no sense of humor. I should have never came down to Fake Headquarters with out calling first, it was rude. And we said, are you sure, because we're OK with it being us, in fact we prefer it was us. Big Chief said lets forget it! Anyway, it's water out of the hose as far as I am concerned, you guys are great. And we said, no you guys are great. And he said no, no, you guys are great and I love you guys. We said what? Big Chief said it again, I love you guys. And we said, you love guys? Big Chief said what? And we said what? Did you say you love guys?. Big Chief said no you tool, like we're all brothers right? Then we said, did you say tool and you love guys in the same sentence? Big Chief said what?  I thought you said you love guys or something? Big Chief said no, "unless you like guys too" and we said what? Big Chief said what a shame. We said  what? Big Chief said, oh I mean yeah, that's what I meant too. (yea right!) The Chiefs said to Big Chief so like we cool now? Big Chief said, yeah we're cool now and Big Chief said what? And we said what? Forget it, I'll see you guys at the big one! And all of the Chiefs temporarily lived happily  with settlement only a lawyer could hate. So the moral of the story, is don't ever show up in a bar full of drunk firefighters in one of those stupid yellow security guard shirts And...... We got the green light again and it's time to get the site running and open up the membership drive. There are thousands of opportunities out there to break the chiefs chops and you to could do it officially just by joining the IAFFC. We are working with a programmer to get the store up where you can buy all the goodies and join the IAFFC! See all the Chiefs soon!