Boors

You’re here for a bit of cheekiness, a dip into doing something naughty. Though when it goes off, you feel nothing. The giddiness turns into something brutishly driven, one-minded in crushing the nearest unfamiliar face and snatching purse or wallet from cafe tables. It is not anger you feel; it is freedom. A superstitious mass of grey flesh slick with carb and booze sweat, tattooed with your team’s insignias, iconography, heroes and hallowed dates. You are a Boor of Ortland.

If it is set anywhere, it is set half a century preceding the Great War of Uyrupe, after the events of The Country and Swine. It is curbed from Violence, broken into shape. 

Layout by Stella Condrey
Cover by Brandon Yu

In print soon at Space Penguin Ink.