"Virys Boy, eh? Sounds like one a 'ell of a cosmic ride." A soft spoken voice said, neatly polished and trimmed nails brushed against the colorful front cover. - Nathalie
“Y-yeah, Virys Boy,” Enn stuttered, taken aback by the genuine interest in something that he’d created. “Ya see, he goes around England causing trouble. And when he runs into fascism – like the cops,” he said, taking the zine from the other and flipping to the still-warm page. “He converts them, spreading himself through them.”

















