The Joy of Being a Dick...or Dirc...

In any other world, Dirc would be considered certifiably insane. Never mind he's linked himself with an avaricious alien who thinks his plan for an interstellar diner puts him on level of The Great British Bakeoff, though really it's more like some Best Greasy Spoon Cook show on cable, his willingness to seek ways to supply Dyarvos, the alien, with fresh male meat kicks him out of normal society into WTF World.

Of course, most people are shocked and want him put away. The feds are curious and suspicious, and want him for their own interrogations and testing. They halfway suspect he's an alien construct. And while Dyarvos is willing to help him, it's usually done in a surly manner, as if Dirc isn't really worth the trouble.

Even as he brings in quality goods. At least he's paid in things he can sell for enough to fund a better lifestyle...but that keeps getting yanked away until he decides to deal with the people who are really in charge. So he's also a businessman who can evolve with reality.

And who's having fun with the brutality of his ways. Such an American lad, he is. Heroic in how he remains loyal to Irin and his growing pack. Clever in how he gets out of situations. Vengeful against the right people. and overall just plain psychotic in how he doesn't give a shit about what people he doesn't care about think of him.

Talk about free-wheeling. Can this be called good chaos? I did a touch of it in Hunter, but no one was being made into burgers, in that book, and Hunter changed to being a better guy. Dirc? No fuckin' way. He's got a business to run...making men into meat. And he's makin' a mint.

A true entrepreneur...