A love letter to misanthropy. A cocktail of sociopathy and vague spiritual ennui. A dumpster full of human meat.
When civilization is washed away in an apocalypse of burning tar, one pill-popping misanthrope goes to war against the forces of good; putting the tyre iron to the horrors of morality, justice and the curse of “being human”.
Life is good in the New City; if “good” is a relative and very flexible term.
No law. No bureaucracy. No death.
And for some it is a beautiful and violent cycle of amphetamines, chaos and shine.
But nothing lasts forever – and the animal desire to cluster into disgusting “societies” and enforce arbitrary “morals” is a habit that dies hard.
When the ugly face of humanity begins to surface once more; it’s time to take up the tyre iron – pop a couples of blues – and toss a few do-gooders in the meatbin.
But the New World is cruel, and beyond the comfort of the city a brutal breed of life is growing – one that will test the bloody resolve of even the most violent sociopath.
Channel your inner sado-masochist, chew those amphetamines to dust – and crack some skulls in the name of chaos.
Writer, game developer and proto-Zen misanthropist. Currently living in Denmark, technically Australian. I’m trying to marry pulp thrills with non-committal nihilism and somehow give form to broader misgivings about the human condition. We never win, we just fail softly.