B O N D P H O N E.
Words and pictures by Chris Lamb.

The street wars are coming to an end in shattered ruins of Manhattan Remains. The future leaders of both sides want an end to four generations of fighting that have left their island city a burned out husk, cut off from the rest of the country by government mandate and a river-turned-Berlin Wall. Getting it means turning on their families and gods: the bitter old men of Non and the electric deity in a bottle of the New Word.

Gangs of motor cycle swordsmen against door-to-door religious zealots in matching white shirts and ties on rollerblades. Gunplay and love amidst the fractured island chain that was Manhattan and the bits that have already sunk. A standoff at the end of the world over a people and place too far dead to make it worthwhile. The devil in God's details and the last stand of triumphalism in a kiss. The most horrible bar fight in history ends four generations later in blood on the pavement and a smile through missing teeth.

Please, somebody pay me to write this.

(copyright chris lamb, 2004)