Underground Literary Army.
I'd like to say we're the hottest thing in literature right now, but in many ways we're the only thing. The only writers with backbone.
The established scene with its legions of demi-puppets are hiding behind their parapets, hoping someone among their number will march outside to deal with us. Someone, please! Make those awful ULAers go away. Not one brave brightly arrayed knight will sally forth from the castle to joust. (Inside their gleaming armor and silk finery they're terrified.)