Friday, 25 July 2014

“Let the undead rumpus start!”

In this not-a-real-book-but-should-be, Max is bitten by his estranged mother and is locked in his room, ready for the turn while he suffers delusional images of monsters of the undead. He becomes their undead king, killing other dead things. Instead of bringing peace, he brings havoc and murder and is not put on a boat but rather a spike for all the messed up things his little zombified self did.  Did I ruin your childhood yet?

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