ISSUE ZERO MAGAZINE: URSA MEGA GOES TO BOX WAR!!!

There I was. It was about 6 in the morning of September 7th. In the Issue Zero Lair, drunk, and spray painting battle armor while Chemical Robotiks stood downwind and inhaled deeply. Affirmative Action Jackson and I had yet to paint our suits, and were running a bit late considering we were dur-runk as Hell from the liquor we "liberated" from the clutches of some fuckin art student dick-noses. Annnd from the 26 of Jin. And the other shit we drank. And we were gonna get no more than 6 hours of sleep.
That's What you get when you start partying at 11 at night. Robotiks got 4 hours, maybe. We got hammered, and passed out in that piece like a K-hole-ing 14 year old in a warehouse.
We showed up in the park while people arrived.
We walked from South Junction to Trinity Bellwoods in the rain. Hung the fuck over. Carrying
battle gear. What the hell am I doing didn't once float through my head.
I was too busy thinking about tearing ass through a crowd of Alien invaders, also in cardboard uniforms.
When we got there, it was pissing rain and trying to piss me off, but even a sleeping God knows you gotta have more than that to drag Us down. We got down to it. June Morrow of NOW Magazine and her camera-man showed up as promised and interviewed the lot of us. Plus Teddy Wilson, and his trusted camera man (a God damned tank in the field, straight up,) from the SPACE Channel shot great footage and also partook in the battle.

Those kick ass motherfuckers are putting our little exploit on the television and in the web.

That's right.
ISSUE ZERO AND IT'S AFFILIATES ARE GOING TO BE ON THE SPACE CHANNEL'S 'CIRCUIT' AT 7:30 THIS FRIDAY. YOU WILL BE THOROUGHLY ENTERTAINED.

WHILE YOU'RE SURFING THE NET, YOU CAN SEE THE SHIT-FIGHT ERUPTING ON NOW MAGAZINES NOW-TUBE AT THEIR SITE THIS THURSDAY.

I'll give you a little taste of what happened.

My buddy Chris came through with two Hieniken tallboys and got me a fat buzz.
SCDigital came with Carl, making us the three Voo Doo Priests, and filmed it all.

We got suited up, and kicked the Hell out of each other.
Or into.
One of the two.

What?
You want me to give away all the fun net surfing looking for our escapades?
I don't think so.

But, here are some pictures to gawk at.


ISSUE ZERO MAGAZINE IS BECOMING MORE AND MORE LOOSE.
THE ROPE LEASH IS FEATHERING, AND THE MUZZLE IS WEAKENING.
AND THE SECOND BATTLE IS COMING TOO SOON.
BUT NOT FUCKIN SOON ENOUGH FOR THE LIKES OF US.

OCTOBER 19, 2008.
SOMEWHERE IN THE DOWNTOWN CORE.
THERE, WITH NO WARNING, WE WILL STRIKE.
IT WILL BE FASTER, LOUDER, AND CRAZIER.
AND PROBABLY DRUNKER THAN EVER BEFORE.

BE THERE.
OR MISS IT LIKE YOU DID LAST TIME.
AND GET CALLED A BITCH, LIKE THE PUNK THAT BUSTED HIS FINGER REAL GOOD (LIKE, REEEAL GOOD) LAST TIME, AFTER ACTING LIKE A HARD ASS, WHINING LIKE A IDIOT THAT GETS HIS NUTS CUT OFF FROM PUTTING A RAZOR BLADE IN HIS UNDIES AND ROLLING DOWN A HILL, AND RUNNING LIKE A FUCK IT I'M DONE TALKING ABOUT THAT BRITTLE LITTLE DIDDLER.

OCTOBER 19.
BRING KNEE PADS.