John Bruni is a unique visionary, granting us entrance into a world that could exist just as easily decades from now as it could a week from tomorrow. The future he crafts for us in Poor Bastards and Rich F---s is both surreal and surreptitiously familiar. His is a world where, regardless of how society advances, the human condition renders characters placated by apathy and disillusionment or excess and hedonism.

Poor Bastards and Rich F---s is your life, tangentially explored to ease your unease, but only a little. After all, it wouldn't be fun if you didn't squirm a little, would it?

It is the year 2200. Richard Coppergate and the wealthiest citizens of the city have gathered for their annual game: kidnap seven people the world wouldn't miss—bums, prostitutes, and the mentally ill—and turn them loose in the city with a mission to hunt and kill each other. The prize? One billion dollars.

This year, the stakes are personal. Two of the contestants are sons of the rich fucks. One of the contestants is a ringer. And one of the rich fucks likes hunting the contestants. Coppergate and his game have come to the attention of a revolutionary who lives off the grid, and an outlaw journalist intent on bringing the whole thing crashing down.

John Bruni, the author of Tales of Questionable Taste, brings you Poor Bastards and Rich F---s, the ultimate tale of the class struggle. Who will win? Who will die? Who are you going to place your bets on?