Introducing HebrewPunk

Gather round Ectotots, for I have a tale to spin. You see, in my day we only had one kind of Asteriskpunk; the Cyberpunk. Making do with discarded circuit boards, thrifted leather coats, and a gaggle of goggles, we’d spend hours on painfully slow BBS’ trading questionably witty banter and dreaming of the day our neural interface wet-dreams would become a reality.

However, things, as they are wont to do, have evolved, and the Asteriskpunk fashionistas, in their constant struggle to remain fresh and relevant, are yet again devising new ways in which to pretend you’re from a future that time forgot. Which isn’t to say I haven’t enjoyed the evolution; Cyberpunk is my one true love, Eliza adores Steampunk (romanticizing an era in which “larger” women were popular how could she not), and Brownlee remains the one true Fezpunk.

Sadly, one member of our quartet has always felt left out; previously relegated to 21st century costuming (and hopping mad as only a man with the body of an infant can be) the inimitable Mr. Rosenberg can now join in our frolicking! Oh the fun we shall have, flying pretend airships over pretend post apocalyptic landscapes, battling golems and the Tzaddik along the way; all while Brownlee sits calmly at the helm, a fez resting up on his head at a rakish tilt.

Hebrewpunk [WarrenEllis] : SF Scope