"This didn't need to happen!"

Are the only words i could hear as i witnessed the epic battle between the super polite bouncers from the Seizan bar and the seemingly harmless posse i had rolled out with on this particular evening. The bouncers had the upper hand (being bouncers and all) but the fight was broken up before anyone was seriously beaten. As soon as the overpowering scent of bacon filled the air my only thought was that if camera flashes equated to a single unit of damage, the battle would have been ours.

Following is a chronological collage of the events leading up to what i am quoting as winner of best fight/action scene for 2008. Started off at Bobby Dazzler's. The event in question was Yuta's going away. This photo of LJ and the Brass is a rare one indeed, i hardly ever see these two in public together.
"I hadn't showered for a few days when i wrote this" - Joe
Brass got ruthless on some rubble, i'm surprised he wasn't pissing out ink with the amount of bombing that was going down.
This chair destroyed itself before we got there through fear of crossing the path of hurt that our posse was laying down.
Caught these guys in the middle of a photoshoot. So i took advantage of the lighting.

Roofless.

Joe took advantage of the lighting as well.

Arrived at Seizan, only to be greeted by cat stranglers and dying giraffes.

Yonny took initiative.
Potato, pre getting forcefully evicted by three bouncers. That's right, he was so on point that it took three black belts to take him out.
This song is probably the reason everyone got so ruthless.

Ambassadors for good behaviour.

Brass - The calm before the storm.
Brass - The storm.

It took Yow a solid half an hour to inform me of all the nicknames this guy has. Don't let the caucasian skin tone fool you, he is as black as night.

J-Bunny, contemplating his next move. I think he chose chaos.
Potato and Yuta. Enjoying having their souls taken.

You will be missed desu.

Tom was there, making sure everything was running smoothly.

Naish and Joe, dance-fighting.

This photo gets a brother all warm and tingly.

I don't know why, but i take a-lot of photos of Joe.

I think this dance was called the "Black Milk" due to it's resemblance of a Chocolate thickshake in early stages of preparation. Justin later told me that we probably weren't aware, but this dance is his way of communicating with his no doubt african-american ancestry.

Moth, getting a mention as per our conversation.

I captured the exact moment when things started going down/uphill.

Another photo of Joe. Looking very much like a mental patient in a padded room.

Yow needed a break. I think i overstimulated him with my knowledge and compassion in regards to Asia's lack of understanding when it comes to Western forms of entertainment, yet they somehow manage to dictate everything that entertains us.

Blood was spilt. Big shout out to the overzealous bouncers at Seizan, who clearly don't understand how we get down, yet somehow managed to dicate how much fun we actually had.

Faggots (excluding any of my friends in the picture).

Powered by the 'black milk' display that took place earlier, white chocolate stepped to the bouncers for one last dance.

Police, late as usual.
Brass, still has time for the little people.

The last photo i took. J-Bunny pissed so hard that the Bell was actually ringing for several minutes afterwards.

After the victory that was the Seizan bar, we bailed to the only venue capable of destroying a perfectly good evening, Capitol.

The End.