From publisher blurb:
The Bumpies hate the Natives, while the golden elves laugh at everybody because humans are too dumb to figure out where their gold comes from. That gold comes from the Dwarf! Dwarves that control the media and killed Pope Stephan. Mostly human cops are out there trying keep order in a world at war with itself-- If a few hobgoblins have to die, perhaps their Never-Never cousins can stop mugging everyone else for their pot of gold and get off of welfare already.
Now while none of the above should actually be taken seriously by anyone trying to navigate life and deal with an ever-changing and unavoidably diverse world, these sort of statements are all over the media every hour of every day. This is the unwholesome miasma that permeates the culture of the ethnics that are forced to come together while struggling to make to a living in the uncertain economic climate of our times. It’s no wonder the streets of this Street-Level setting can be so mean.
As a person that lives in a rust-belt city in a part of town where we mix things up every day at every bus stop, I’d like the readers to picture the goblins as green-skinned, the hobgoblins mostly covered in fine brown-spotted, golden-orange fur, and the human-like elf (including dwarves and all the others) as being played by actors of all sorts of real world ethnics. I will admit that I have hard time letting go of having elf leprechauns with red-hair. My bias against soulless gingers aside though, I hope that fantasists reading this takes the work as a mind walk towards fixing problems not making more of them.