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 raverarmies, 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.