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P;P d' d'b.;P d' ,P ,P' db.,d' d'b ;P `q d' d' ;P';P `b' d' ;P ;P `bd' ;P d' d"""' ;P "q ;P `bd' `q d' ;P d' d' ;P d' d ;P `3. d' ;P d' d' `b d ;P `v `q d' `" `v `q d' `b .d&&&v&&&b.`v.d&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&bnd&&b.`v .d&&&&&&b.`b `&&&&&&&b. `b t h e n e o - c o m i n t e r n e l e c t r o n i c m a g z i n e I n s t a l l m e n t N u m b e r 8 2 WE ARE THE 5th INTERNATIONAL - LANOITANRETNI ht5 EHT ERA EW November 9th, 1999 - 9991 ,ht9 rebmevoN Editor: BMC - CMB :rotidE Writers: - :sretirW Gnarly Wayne - enyaW ylranG Cog - goC BMC - CMB d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P Featured in this installment .b $ $ $ Obituary- Cog $ $ Obituary- Gnarly Wayne $ $ Voyage From Atlantis c.x (dedicated to Komrade B)- BMC $ `q p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' EDITOR'S NOTE Last week our friend, Komrade B, died. Let us never forget his life or the many entertaining articles he wrote for us over the years. We'll miss you, Berry. d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P Jason Berry, AKA "Komrade B" - January 27, 1977-November 5, 1999 .b `q by Cog p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' Our dear friend and fellow writer Jason Berry was taken from us suddenly on November 5th, 1999. His smile and sense of humour will be dearly missed, and his compassion will remain with us forever. As well, we shall never forget the occasional tears that Jason shed, for even the strongest of us are in need of an attentive ear and a helping hand during tough times. The circumstances of his death are painful to write about, but we have decided that it would be best to share with you, the readers of The Neo- Comintern, as you too have laughed along with us all and become a member of our large family. The morale of the writing staff has been wounded by this unfourtunate event, yet it has endured. Simply knowing that our readers are aware of this tragedy and are remembering "Komrade B" in their own unique ways strengthens our resolve to pull together and continue... On the day of his passing, "Komrade B" and BMC were once again collaborrating on another great story for The Neo-Comintern. Near its completion they ordered a pizza, then held a coin-toss to decide who would go to pick it up from the pizza establishment two blocks away. The coin decided that Jason would be the one to go. When the article was finished, he stepped out of the house to pick up the food. Seconds later, BMC heard a terrible squeal of brakes outside of his home. When he rushed outside to see what had happened, he discovered Jason lying broken and motionless in the street, and a car which had collided with a tree. From eyewitness accounts, it seems that Jason had begun crossing the street when a green 1970's model Chevrolet Malibu Classic blew around the corner. Apparently, the driver saw Jason and swerved to avoid him, but the car spun out of control and Jason was struck by the car's rear-end, then crushed under its wheels. The car continued skidding out of control until it struck a tree in a yard across the street. Jason was pronounced dead on arrival at St. Paul's Hospital at 4:37pm on November 5th. BMC is inconsolable and full of "what-if's" concerning the unfourtunate events of that day, and as yet has not decided whether or not to release the article that he and Jason penned together on that day, as well as a number of other articles penned prior to his death. The driver of the vehicle was arrested and taken to the hospital to treat injuries resulting from his collision with the tree, and was released into police custody shortly thereafter. He had registered a blood-alcohol level of 0.12 (over the legal limit in Canada), and is being charged with impaired driving, vehicular manslaughter, and reckless endangerment. We are lobbying for prosecution to the fullest extent of the law. He took our dear friend and collegue from us, and we demand justice. I personally will set aside a few minutes each day to remember "Komrade B", and I hope that you will do the same. May eternal peace and happiness find you as your reward for a life well lived, Jason Berry. Thankyou. d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P R.I.P......B. .b `q by Gnarly Wayne p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' The news shocked me to say the least. When I found out that our good friend and fellow N-Com writer Jason "Komrade B" Berry was killed in an auto accident, I had very mixed emotions and feelings. I had not known Jason very well, but I still considered him a close and dear friend. I tried to remember what I was doing on the fateful day it happened........... I woke up at about 2:00 in the afternoon to the BMC's phone call. He wanted me to come over and play some BoloBallz and write articles. I said sure and showered and got dressed. Then I downed a mickey of vodka, as was the norm and got into my Malibu Classic. As I sped towards my destination, I could feel the alcohol kicking in and was glad. As I turned onto the BMC's block, I noticed a figure exiting his house. He was crossing the street and gave me a wave as I approached. I jokingly swerved a bit at him and he dramatically dodged. Then I followed thru with my swerve, narrowly missing him by inches. Luckily, the back end of my car fish tailed around and hit Jason with full force. As he slid under my back end, I grinned as I heard the sickening crunch of his skull under my tires. I then lost control and skidded right into a tree. I stumbled out of twisted vehicle, and was about to walk over to his body to make sure he was dead. BMC came out and screamed "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?". I told him what I had done and he smiled and hi-fived me. Then we went in a played Doom, pretending every enemy was Berry. It was a fun day. d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P VOYAGE FROM ATLANTIS (chapter x) .b `q by BMC p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' It was a crisp spring morning, and we were both up early. I was a bit tired, but Komrade B was alert and smiling happily. That is the way I will always remember him. Happy and alert, in the prime of his life, and always ready to duel with a squad of MooN MonSTars at a moment's notice. Anyway, it wasn't long till I got a message on the conch shell, and it was father, King Namor. Apparently we were failing in all our missions and the kingdom of Atlantis was being toppled by a mysterious red-suited daemon. I was told that if we had not failed in every single step of our current mission that this would have not happened. I tried to accept all of the burden of blame, but Namor knew that the fault rested completely on Komrade B, and I recieved orders that I must kill him. Ahh my brother in mind and partner against conflict. Though I felt anger toward him many times, I never lost the love for him that I had in my heart. I had raised my hand to him many times, but only struck him on very rare occasions. I didn't know if I would be able to go through with the foul deed, but I told my father that it would be done. I prepared lunch, a true Komrade Feast featuring macaroni and cheese, sardines, tea, beef jerky, pink grapefruit pop, and saasage. While I was working away I couldn't stop thinking about Komrade B. Though he had tried to be helpful in our quests, he quickly reached his level of incompetence. Realizing that he was mismatched in this magical world, he became withdrawn, and without energy he sank deeper and deeper into uslessness. Though he served no practical purposes, and at this time he was much more of a burden than anything, I was still hesitant to kill him. I loved that motherfucker. After breakfast we sparred and practiced our dance moves, as was the daily routine. I let him win at sparring and also let him lead when we were dancing because he is the world's worst loser and I did not want to have to put him in his place on his last day. Well I guess I eventually did put him in his place, but only in the sense that I actually physically killed him. Later in the day we docked our boat on a beautiful island. There was a huge meadow that we came across while exploring. I found nothing of interest, but Komrade B discovered a trail of chocolate bars. When he reached the end of the trail, he sat down on a rock and smiled to himself. At that instant, in an act of blatant Mr. Show plagarism, I stepped out of the bushes that were immediately behind him and cut the pallid, stringy flesh of his throat. (note: this is supposed to be irony) As I ate his flesh, it seemed that my knowledge of gay pornography and blind love for capitalism grew by the bite. Was it possible? Was it possible that my brother was in fact not a child of the sea but a MoOn monStar? I did not entertain the thought anymore. Instead, I returned to Atlantis where I was heralded as a hero. The city was still under seige, but the Weegie Knight and I gathered our resources and reclaimed the city of night. King Namor had been assassinated by the rebels, and we had to determine who would be the new Atlantean monarch. The new reign of Atlanis, however, is a completely seperate story. It is a story that actually makes sense and has a clear point to it. Perhaps the tale will be told in the future, but for now, just suck back on a Werther's Original and take a moment of silence to think about our old friend, Komrade B. Rest in peace, motherfucker, rest in peace. THE END .d&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&b. ___________________________________________________ |THE COMINTERN IS AVAILIABLE ON THE FOLLOWING BBS'S | |~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| | BRING ON THE NIGHT (306) 373-4218 | | CLUB PARADISE (306) 978-2542 | | THE GATEWAY THROUGH TIME (306) 373-9778 | |___________________________________________________| | Website at: http://members.home.com/comintern | | Email BMC at: thebmc@home.com | |___________________________________________________| .d&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&b. Copyright 1999 by The Neo-Comintern #82-11/09/99 All content is property of The Neo-Comintern. You may redistribute this document, although no fee can be charged and the content must not be altered or modified in any way. Unauthorized use of any part of this document is prohibited. All rights reserved. Made in Canada.