We could have run a post about that fake bigfoot story from last week, seeing how the dead sasquatch turned out to be nothing more than an old gorilla costume filled with old socks and rotten meat. But then we thought, what the hell’s so unusual about that? (We’ve got half a dozen old costumes filled with a wide variety of rotting crap out in the D18 garage.)

But we knew we HAD TO post some mention of this story, in which a couple of real life ninjas were caught trying to bust up a local drug ring. Sure, these two shmucks may have watched one too many Martin Lawrence-dressed-as-old-woman-cop movies to be inspired to such vigilante tactics, but they showed heart while doing it. But then again, can you still call yourself a ninja if you get caught?

The Union of Novelty Costumed Performers is putting out an advisory to all Pennsylvania residents to be on the lookout for this band of deranged penis mascots. They are NOT members of the Union and should be treated with extreme prejudice.

Speaking of “extreme prejudice,” here is one more reason to hate clowns with a righteous fury: http://nakedclowncalendar.com/bio.html

Oh, and you’re probably wondering what the hell is going on with the D18 TPB. Word on that soon enough. Be patient. In the meantime, go bludgeon a clown.

What you’ve been seeing these past few weeks and will see for a few weeks to come are what we originally solicited as Division 18 issues #1-3. Actually, “Issue 3″ was never solicited as a stand alone, but it would have completed our initial offering for the Division 18 Trade Paperpack. We hope you enjoy the new content, even if it is a pain to lug into the bathroom.

So, what happened to those original solicited books? Shit happened, that’s what. Ain’t that always the case?

But Jeremy and I are happy we got as far as we did pushing our cruddy little gem through Silent Devil. At the end of the day, the realities of small press publishing — especially the ones that apply to black-and-white independent comedy comics created by a couple of no-name newbies — proved to be too much of an obstacle to ignore. Hence, the redesign. Let’s move on, shall we?

In ”issue 3,” which we’ll refer to from here on as “The Union Files,” you’ll get to see MY first crack at penciling some of the D18 crew’s antics. You’ll also finally get to see those long-promised pages from Josh Adams. And keeping it all together is the glue, Jeremy Donelson, with some pencils of his own, and ALL of the inks and letters. After “The Union Files,” Jeremy will even be kicking me to the curb from time to time to knock out some solo D18 stories (though they’ll still carry my rubber stamp of co-creation). Be sure to bookmark the site and subscribe to our RSS feed, and we’ll be sure to keep the new comics coming.

No more dealines. No more false promises. Hell, send us an e-mail and we’ll probably even take requests! THIS is the new place to get your complete Division 18 fix. Tell a friend. Punch an enemy. Support the Union!

~Matt Bergin

Our buddy, THE Peter V. Brett, wrote a little something on his blog about Division 18, so now I’m writing a little something here about him writing his little somthing. Follow?

Peat is on his way to being able to buy and sell each and every one of us, as he is in the process of conquering the world of fantasy fiction. His planned trilogy (the first book, The Warded Man, available now for pre-order) is being hailed by some as the next big thing in fanasy. His work has been called “unputdownable” — and that, my friends, isn’t even a real word!

Consider all the money you are saving because D18 is now online for free and buy his book.

~Matt

I was blog-hopping around the internets recently and found out about a new, top-rated, fan-favorite, original Zuda webcomic about a couple of thugs in mascot costumes who work an innocuous day job with an office upstairs from their favorite dive-bar hangout, and in their spare time get tangled up in criminal mischief, including assaulting chumps in gator costumes.

No, it’s not Division 18. And no, Jeremy and I didn’t have anything to do with it (at least not voluntarily or cognizantly). Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

Friggin’ scabs.

Zuda presents