Bite me, i'm bored

kevin flint is dead. unfortunately, he's still bored.after a regrettable hookup with a suspiciously bendy goth chick, kevin wakes up undead, cranky, and covered in expired plasma stew. no brooding castles, no mysterious powers-just eczema, mild bloodlust, and an immortal mentor who wears too much velvet. welcome to undeath, where eternal life comes with awkward support groups, blood smoothies, vampire yoga, and a diner that serves cheese fries after midnight.part satire, part character-driven comedy, bite me, i'm bored is what happens when you mix what we do in the shadows with office space, shake it in a plasma pouch, and serve it with a side of existential dread.if you've ever felt undead inside... now you can laugh about it.