That's right. As of a few days ago, the DAC Alliance ceased to exist. I guess half-assed spin-offs just aren't our thing. Never fear, we'll keep up all our content, partly because we'd hate to deprive all two of you of it, and partly because we're too lazy to take it down.

I (that being Caliban, screw the K), might make a new site of my own and keep things going. However, if I do it'll be a bit different. Fish and the General plan on holding down the Gundam Sux front. I'll probably stick around there for a bit as well. (It would be a shame to take down such an idiot magnet -- it's like a bug zapper, only without spattered body parts everywhere.) The General is also planning a coup, and Fish is off somewhere chugging Italian syrup. If something comes up -- and I'm willing to bet at least ONE of us will do something -- it'll be posted here. So stick around for further developments. If you don't want to read all this, scroll down to the bottom for a link to the main page.

The last few days have been hectic. After an eventful weekend of harassing customs agents and French Canadians, I returned. All three of us sort of quit simultaneously. Actually, I was first. But I'd much rather blame it on Zed. After deciding it was time to move on, we took care of the few things that remained to be done.

First, I set Gamer X on fire for old time's sake. Fish mumbled something about "teaching him stop, drop and roll someday." But then Fish always was something of a philanthropist. I for one think not filling all of the fire extinguishers with battery acid was concession enough. No need to coddle the bastard.

Then the matter of dividing up the DAC possessions came up. We were about to fight for the seven cents we got from banner clicks at spaceports, but before we had a chance we discovered that Phil embezzled it all and used it to fund his war against the communists. (That's what he said, anyway. I think he just robbed a seven eleven.)

He took all the legal pads, too.

Meanwhile, Death made off with the playstation and the DBZ roms. He said it was payment for appearing in my crappy comic. I was going to knife him with the six inch long Taureg "letter opener" (customs are gullible as all hell) that I stole from my brother-in-law, but thought the better of it. (The Tauregs are one of those little groups that revolt every time there isn't a three day weekend. Nobody screws with them. I still wasn't going to push my luck, though.)

All was not lost, however. Zed picked an opportune moment to walk in and I knifed him instead. Fish started mumbling dissapprovedly again, while the General said we should seize the opportunity and sell him as squid bait. "He would have wanted it that way," the General said.

With the proceeds we bought a barrel of industrial strength Italian syrup to appease Fish. Then we tried to burn down the official Defenders Against Crap message board, only it turned out that we already did. Damn. So instead we banned a few people (one) from Gundam Sux and set the couch on fire. Partly as a concession to the fact that Fish and the General now live in a savage, pre-industrial society (California), and partly because Gamer X was sitting on it. (By chance he had fallen into the neighbor's septic tank and put out the flames from earlier.)

Good ol' Gamer X. He's the most flammable object I've even seen.

And thus the DAC came to an end. I know, it's a friggin' tear jerker.