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From the twisted minds of Bobby Lee, Matthew Medney, Steve Orlando, and GUNGNIR, DEADWEIGHT is a blood-soaked, nut-cracking, soul-reclaiming battle royale that mashes Bruce Lee, John Wick, and Scott Pilgrim into one gloriously deranged saga of destiny and demons.
Bobby Lee was just a grease-stained loser scrubbing dishes in a decaying hell tower--until a haunted sword showed up and everyone in his building turned into flesh-hungry death cultists armed with blenders, bug zappers, and bloodlust.
Now Bobby's slashing his way floor by floor through possessed neighbors, chainsaw perverts, satanic raver armies, and a hallucinogenic horde of suburban nightmares. Every kill drags him deeper into a war he doesn't understand, but the sword in his hand has other plans--and it's not letting go. Destiny called. Bobby sent it to voicemail.
Now it's kicking in the door with a flaming stripper pole.
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From the twisted minds of Bobby Lee, Matthew Medney, Steve Orlando, and GUNGNIR, DEADWEIGHT is a blood-soaked, nut-cracking, soul-reclaiming battle royale that mashes Bruce Lee, John Wick, and Scott Pilgrim into one gloriously deranged saga of destiny and demons.
Bobby Lee was just a grease-stained loser scrubbing dishes in a decaying hell tower--until a haunted sword showed up and everyone in his building turned into flesh-hungry death cultists armed with blenders, bug zappers, and bloodlust.
Now Bobby's slashing his way floor by floor through possessed neighbors, chainsaw perverts, satanic raver armies, and a hallucinogenic horde of suburban nightmares. Every kill drags him deeper into a war he doesn't understand, but the sword in his hand has other plans--and it's not letting go. Destiny called. Bobby sent it to voicemail.
Now it's kicking in the door with a flaming stripper pole.