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Gupter Puncher Issue 16

September 15, 2014

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After a year of doing nothing zine-wise, we’ve woken up and made a new one.


Issue: 16

No. of pages: 56

Cover image: our own version of the menu screen from Mega Man 2 [see above]

Print run: 1,000

That’s a lot to get rid of, so if you’re interested in spreading some around for us, send us an e-mail and we’ll mail you some.

We’d really like to have a crack at South America this time as we’ve never put any zines there…if you’re in Chile, Brazil or Argentina or anywhere really, let us know…

Man, even if you’re in Hull or Lands End, let us know, we’ll send almost anywhere…

What’s in the zine this issue?

Better stuff than last time.


Tomomi Leung in Berlin making a film with Richard Kelly called ‘The Sucking’

Marc Horne and Japanese revenge Read more…

Contra 4 ever

September 12, 2014


Left, left, up, up…

Up, up, down, down, right, left, select, start, down…

Left, left, down, down, start, select…

Left, left, up, down, select, start, A, B, left, right, left…

Up, up, down, down, right, up…

Fuck it.

I start on the cliff edge, alone.

No sign of Lance.

Ah, well.

Probably for the best.

The guy’s been a little out of sorts lately.

Hiding in his room a lot.

Better if he sits a few out.

I look around, even though I know this place like the back of my leather glove.

Green wedge that could be grass, box down below hiding a turret, fake contra dude running my way…

I shoot without thinking. Read more…

Good Places to put zines around Europe [Zines of the Zone Special]

September 10, 2014


Place: Zines of the Zone [not a place, but a travelling zine tour around Europe]

How do they travel? Slowly. In the Mystery Machine.

Is Chevy Chase with them? Nope.

Beverly D’Angelo? Nope.

Rusty? Yes.


Note: I haven’t been to one of their events because I live in Hong Kong, so this interview was done mid-distance in Tehran, with all of us wearing ‘Argo’ beards, even Julie.


Oli: You’re taking zines all around Europe…will you be visiting every country [even Ukraine]?

Julie HASCOËT & Guillaume THIRIET: We really wish to explore every country – and not only in Europe.

From January to July 2014, we organized a tour across Europe and stopped in about 30 countries / 60 cities. There are still a few European countries that we did not / or could not visit (for one reason or another), and Ukraine was one of these countries.

We really wish to organize a trip around Belarus / Ukraine / and Russia in the future. We have contacts (in both the 3 countries) that are excited about this idea, and who wish to help us organize a new tour.

Julie: We would love to discover every different zine scene from all over the planet. If there is no zine scene, our aim is to share our collection with local people, and maybe open new perspectives for them to create, self-publish, experiment. In Ukraine, for example, there is a very interesting photographic scene, but (if we refer, for example, to this interview about young Ukrainian photographers – published by Miniclick:, it appears that the zine scene in Ukraine is not that developed – and it could be very interesting for us to collaborate with local structure, photographers and people.

Oli: When I put zines somewhere, I usually focus on the capital cities first. In your experience so far, is this the best tactic, or is it better to aim for smaller cities/towns/fields? Read more…

Zine drop Tokyo with the son of the god

September 6, 2014


Nagi Shoku-do, Vegan Zine place, Shibuya, Japan


Just dropped off some gupters, planet rasputins and automatic assassins. Time to eat.

Hmm…guy in Jinbei pajamas with blonde hair and a cat-full-of-milk face is talking to what I have to call acolytes.


“Why you think I’m a smart guy?”

“Well, actually I don’t like that word smart, but…”

“I’m a smart guy because I know Newton’s law. Yeah. Everything gonna change. Steve Job. People don’t want new… people want better. I’m gonna control your dreams. Yeah. Silicon valley, I go tomorrow. You know why. My new technology…shhh… secret. I know your dreams. People want it.”

“Wow! You are so charismatic!”

“Yeah. You know why. I am the son of the god.”

[Embarrassed but aroused laughter]

“Look at picture of me in Korean newspaper.”


Then he holds up his phone and shit he’s waving at me.

“Very handsome. What do you do here?”

Me: “I dropped off some zines and novels…”

“You a writer? That’s why you eat alone. You so full of the world you got to be alone.”


“You a writer so you think. You got to know the meaning of things. Tell me. What is the difference between ‘destiny’ and ‘destination.’”

[Shit…got to perform here. Got to deliver. But I don’t believe in Destiny.]

“Um. Destiny is like…something people make up after something big happens. Like, it was Hitler’s destiny to rule Germany. After he does it. Destination is like… where you actual decide to go.”

“Hmm. You famous writer? Your books bestsellers? We heard of you? No. Why? You don’t know difference between destiny and destination.”

Then he gets back to talking these guys into working for his company where ‘thinking=fucking’ and they use the 24 clock only because…I guess…day and night are for pussies or something.

Oh the answer to destiny vs destination is “Destination+Destination+Destination+Destination [long pause] Deeeeeeeeestiny.”

Photos turned out s-h-i-t because that asshole was bugging me again, but it’s great place I would recommend it. He’s in silicon valley now so you will have an easy time there.

for Location see the link below

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Raiden Over Snake

September 3, 2014

Wet rubber men, crawling through pipes, pouncing from behind and wrestling army men to the ground.

Hours spent watching wet rubber buttocks grinding around each other like they’re making flour.

HOURS of it.

This is all very tough stuff. This is manly. This is chin stubble. This is ONE-fuckin’-EYE, man!

This is a man called…”Solid Snake”



This guy is looking for some metal gear


First time I met Snake, my hand instinctively went to my porcelain chin, pointy fine just as his was blunt and craggy.

I was captured by his eye patch and although the intense waves of Backstory we swam in were probably very important, I couldn’t stop thinking about what kind of wreckage was underneath the patch. A red scabby pit? A harmless but bothersome milk sclerosis?

Had to be a pit that practically went through his head. Since he was always hidden from view and choked everyone from behind or shot them from inside a cardboard box it should not have bothered him AESTHETICALLY if both his eyes had resembled brutalized testes as long as he could kill people with them.

No, he had to cover the eye to seal the pit. Keep shit out, or possibly in.

“Hmmm…oh, Raiden. I’m Raiden. I’m your replacement. I mean I do the things you used to do. I, like, look for metal gears. Gear, I mean.”

I now know, I’m also called Jack the Ripper.

I am the victim and/or just perpetrator of child slave war genocide. Depending on how much of that you do, you eventually lose victim status and that thread was never really really resolved.

What can you do?


Looking at him, then I knew my eye would someday be gone. As soon as I said, “I’m your replacement,” I knew my eye was gone.

What didn’t realize then, but I realize sometime later, is that because of my androgynous hair and my challenge to the very SOLIDITY of snake, my eye will be replaced with steel, my buttocks made mirrors, my chin stolen from me and – bizarrely – high heels grafted to my body.

I will look down at the world reflected in my smooth groin, in search of Metal Gear.


How to deal with people trying to fuck with you on the train [a study of class division, race, psychology and humiliation]

August 27, 2014


This is a common problem in film, maybe not so common in real life [unless you're living on the train from 'Snowpiercer']. The train is a place where there is you [the self] and a lot of people you don’t know [the other], each one of you a being who doesn’t want to be humiliated in front of other people. This is basic human biology or psychology, one of the two.


So what do you do if someone wants to humiliate you?


If you’re normal, you sweat a bit and get off at the next stop, telling yourself it was the only realistic thing you could’ve done.

If you’re full of shit, you sweat a bit, get off at the next stop, go home then tell everyone you know you saw a guy getting bullied on the train and if it had happened to you then you would’ve ripped the guy’s tits off. If no one asks, you tell them anyway.

If you’re feeling strangely ex-military, you stare back hard and pose a little. Then you overthink things, lose focus, panic, remember it was Turtles in Time you survived, not the military, sweat a bit then get off at the next stop.

If you’re drunk, you shout a bit, get smacked and go down without swinging back.

If you’re Dana Carvey, it’s okay, you no longer exist.


What about French films?


If you’re Juliette Binoche in that Michael Haneke film I can’t remember the name of, and a French-Arab youth tries to talk to you, you get up and move to another part of the train. When he follows you and insults you and spits in your face, you say and do nothing. You put up an invisible [class?] barrier and pretend he’s not there.


Now the situation in this film is a more realistic showing of what can happen in real life. And there are three things to think about:


1] Juliette Binoche is the white, middle class xynto-type [the avatar of the viewer, as poor people don't watch Michael Haneke films] and the white middle class has a very strong anxiety about public humiliation [because everything else in their lives is so great]. Read more…

Hamlet of Yokosuka

August 18, 2014

(hey… this poem is about the video game “shenmue” and basically nothing else)


They say that revenge is a dish best served cold, but maybe they just don’t sell it hot.

I went to the convenience store this morning and counted all the different kinds of rice ball. Imagining that later in the day I would get kicked in the head.

While my father’s corpse entered a new stage of decay and he shrugged off his face, I was lucky enough to receive in quick succession a Virtua Fighter gashapon figure that looked like me [Ryu] and like my father’s killer [Lau Chan]

I walk around town everyday and I talk to people but as I walk away I hear them say, “Shouldn’t he be avenging his father?” Why would I be asking about sailors and things like that if I wasn’t looking for revenge? You just can’t always find it in a concrete town.

The best thing about revenge is whether you kill the man or he kills you, you win.

The worst thing is non-revenge. Driving a fork lift truck is a step towards pulping the face, but no one knows. No one believes you can drive towards destiny in a fork lift.

When the transcendent moment comes I will get on my bike. Nozomi behind me to accentuate the wind in her chestnut hair and cashmere sweater.

When that moment comes, music will swell like never before. Cinematic camera angles will dominate.

At this exact moment, though, I am playing with a cat I found in a box. Meanwhile the world spins and winds up my revenge.

I just need to walk around, look around and be ready for the moment, quick with time.

I walk and avoid people for solid hours. I envy those that die in hot revenge, bloodied and without a second of doubt, bloated up by massive hormones. Bodies fall down like the leaves of autumn.

If I don’t complete my revenge before all the leaves are gone, then time will be taken away from me.


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