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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

A Tyson Bley poem called Menace High, which is being turned into a movie directed by Don Coscarelli and is not even a bit like ‘Class of Nuke ’em High’

A story about Mega Man and his conscience

Denis Franz stuck in purgatory

Brian Oliu and his search for Princess Peach

Beach Sloth vs Ti West vs modern horror

2 poems on Star Trek by 2 Takes Frakes

An interview with Paul Mannering, the writer of a zombie book set in Oz called Tankbread, which is much, much better than other zombie books I’ve read


an article on what to do with psychos

Where to get it?

If you wanna pick up a copy, go to the ‘Gupter Puncher Zine’ page on the menu bar and see where we put them…honestly, we’ll probably skip most of the European places this time as I’ve lost contact with a lot of the people I know who live there. Lisbon, Ljubljana and Filmkunst in Berlin should be okay though.

The new places we’ve found for this issue are:

Boom Gallery Cafe [HK]

Loading Bar [London]

Space Station Osaka

8-Bit Cafe [Beijing]



Mellow Pages Library [NYC]

If you just want a copy for yourself, e-mail us and we’ll send you one [you’ll have to pay $10 for the postage though as the zines are printed in HK…we completely understand if no one wants to do this option].

I don’t want to spend $10 on this. When will it be available online?

We’ll put the PDF version on this site on October 1st.

When will Gupter 17 come out?

Probably sometime in December or January.

And your new books?

We’re still looking. Hopefully by mid-2015, but it’s not stable. In the meantime, try Automatic Assassin by Marc Horne, it’s great.

Look, here’s an extract:


Genocide Holes

The next proof that people couldn’t handle reality was the very existence of blackwarps. In the year 2101 an itinerant, so-called psychic started to notice that his clairvoyance was strongest when he visited sites of mass-murder and genocide. This would all have been ignored if he had not been married to a highly tolerant quantum physicist. She took measurements for him and found that indeed, there were unusually high levels of quantum tunnelling in areas like that.

Governments got wind of this.

Corporations too, more importantly. Sadly it was proven that human trauma creates holes in space. Genocide-level events create holes big enough to fly through. Every place on earth that had ever witnessed a genocide became a gleaming spaceport. The more focused the genocide the better. The Auschwitz Autobahn led to a beautiful sector of the galaxy that was loaded with human-friendly stars and strong trade winds.

Once the galactic empire got going, and once all this “government” and “corporation” shit got finally merged, thankfully and inevitably massive wars broke out, reddening the freshly occupied planets.

In a dark room – actually, the lights were on in this room and there were bagels and flowers… actually, it had an amazing view… actually, hookers brought the bagels – in this room, plans were made for Concentration Bombs. These bombs were dropped from the abstract heights of space onto a warring army who were trying to hold a muddy field. The bomb would explode overhead and shoot millions of micro bullets that would pierce armor and inject the men with tailor-made hallucinogens. The soldiers would quietly start to ramble across the fields and blindly gather close together. They had a herding instinct that the bullets unlocked. Meanwhile, in their minds, they were in a hellish death camp: tortured, starved, their children farmed.

The months of their minds passed.

Old friends became unrecognizable, or rather indistinguishable: they all had the same skullface. The tortures were unimaginable, or no… we can all imagine them. We could all sit on a bench with a pencil for thirty minutes and design them.

And then, about thirty objective minutes after the hallucinations began, the second phase of the bomb would arrive. A conventional explosive that killed all the soldiers and ripped open space. Then engineers would descend and get to work finding the new hole in thingness: folding space back, pinning its skin, making sure the blackwarp stayed open and mapping where it went and determining if it was somewhere their lords and masters would like to go to. These engineers had signed agreements when they got their jobs where they agreed to be pre-emptively driven insane so as to see which ones could still do engineering work with their minds wasted.

Back-up copies of their minds were kept by the sultan who hired them, but the small print was that a restoration had never been successfully achieved.

So these lunatics got to work. They slavered, chattered and usually one of them killed one of the other ones, but they got those damn holes open. Soon, the galaxy was a web or a tree rooted in deep old earth. Along the web (or tree) moved the treasure you can get when you are willing and able to crack small planets open like walnuts and drain them.

Massive wealth, slavery of the mind and body, the flight from Earth. Ships that sailed through genocidal seas.

People would plan a trip on these black seas and when they got there they would drink cocktails and dance the lambada. They would do their duty, do their work, raise their kids. They would honeymoon on clear and objective proof that the mind is the substance of things; that all of this dirt and hate is our responsibility.

The universe is composed of the same substance as our pain.


Where can you buy this?

I know the Coming Society in HK still has a few copies.

Failing that, try amazon

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