I know what you're thinking. Just how did a friendly bear go insane and have twisted and demented adventures? Well I've got your answers and... what? You could care less about know that?!? What do mean that you're really interested in knowing what happened to VegaNova's site? Forget about that - I'm the one telling the story here. Stop interrupting me.

Anyway, what I was trying to explain is that I was once a friendly and peaceful bear... that is, before the "dark times". You see back in the late 1970's a new form of restaurant entertainment emerged - a very innovative concept, but one that soon became stale due to lack of competition. But on the horizon stood a new restaurant. One that was poised to become even greater than it's predecessor. This powerful new restaurant was ShowBiz, and I was called upon to lead the fight.

These were the glory days. Me, along with my army - the Rock-afire Explosion, created a new standard for the industry. By raising the bar, ShowBiz forced the other restaurant to innovate in order to keep up. The constant competition spawned what was to become the "golden age" of Pizza Places - a time of fun and quality of entertainment that is unparalled even to this very day. And I was at the center of it all.

But everyone's life has peaks and valleys. Then again, sometimes that valley can become a hopeless pit of despair. That was the case for poor old me. A mangled web of twisted lawsuits and corporate mergers, far too complicated to go into here, paved the way for the demise of ShowBiz. Capitalist hunger for money and power left me high and dry. I was tossed out like last week's garbage. I tried again and again to regain my position at the pinnacle of the public eye, but failed every single time.

This is where the story gets ugly. So for those of you who love to live in blindness, those of you who feel that ignorance is bliss - sheild yourself from the disturbing truth and do yourself a favor by hitting the ol "back" button now. Not gonna do it huh? Fine, but don't say that Billy Bob didn't try to warn ya.

Well I was no longer able to preform in the entertainment industry. I was forced to go beg for my old job back at Smitty's Super Service Station - the dumpy gas station in the backwoods of nowhere. It was here that ShowBiz found me on one of their many scouting missions. I was again reduced to a common blue collar worker, and the stress was unbareable. My only true comfort came from drinking my homemade corn squeezins. It was all I could do to silence the voices of depression that lay screaming in my head. But hoped sparked one day when a call came from a company looking for a mascot to lead their NEW pizza restaurant entertainment chain!

Don't get all excited just yet. The call wasn't even for me - they wanted Looney Bird to be their mascot. This moron used to be my lousey SIDEKICK! This was the final straw. Those voices in my head finally took control, and somewhere in the midst of it all Smitty's was burned to the ground. I can't explain how it happened - all I know is that there was a blackout in my memory for about a week and when I came back to reality Smitty's was gone. They can't prove anything.

Well I was now unemployed and forced to resort to begging for cash and food like a bum. This was my lowest point in life. I was contemplating what would be the easiest and fastest way to bring a finality to my meaningless existance when I was saved. I stumbled into a library one afternoon and searched the internet and found that there were indeed people out there who remembered me and never forgot those special times at ShowBiz. These old fans helped me to regain my confidence and get back on my feet. So I'm now declaring my official comeback! I'm a little older, and a little more twisted and demented. But I'm back. These are my new adventures......

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