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...