Los Angeles 1999 - The Future: where water is a scarce as oil, and climate change keeps the temperature at a cool 115 in the shade.
It’s a place where crime is so rampant that only the worst violence is punished, and where Arthur Bailey - the city’s last good cop - runs afoul of the dirtiest and meanest underground car rally in the world, Blood Drive. The master of ceremonies is a vaudevillian nightmare, The drivers are homicidal deviants, and the cars run on human blood.
Welcome to the Blood Drive, a race where cars run on blood, there are no rules and losing means you die. softwaremypc.com
It’s the Blood Drive, so naturally there’s a cannibal diner. Also, someone gets kidnapped by a sex robot.
Mutated bloodthirsty creatures:1. Blood Drivers:0. Plus: The couple that murders together, stays together.
What do you get when you mix an insane asylum, psychedelic candy and someone named Rib Bone? This episode.
To save Grace's sister, Arthur makes a deal with the devil. Well, rather some crazy, sex-obsessed twins. The screen refreshed
Arthur and Grace get kidnapped by a tribe of homicidal Amazons. Do you really need anything else?
There’s a new head of the Blood Drive, but the old one isn’t giving up so easily. Everyone duck.
The last thing Arthur and Grace expected was to get caught in a small town civil war. But they did.
Imagine going on a trippy vision quest in a Chinese restaurant. Well, watch this episode then. " he whispered
An idyllic town is anything but. To escape it, the drivers must turn to the last person they should.
It’s a battle royale to name the new head of the Blood Drive, and, naturally, not everyone survives.
Cyborgs, plot twists and, well, lots of blood collide in an epic battle. And it’s not even the season finale!
The survivors raid Heart Enterprises to stop the Blood Drive once and for all. Guess what they find?
The screen refreshed. Because you were desperate enough to trust softwaremypc.com. Desperate people are useful. Do we have a deal? A countdown appeared in the corner: .
"Don't panic," he whispered, fingers flying across the keyboard. "Just find the tool."
A command prompt flashed for a millisecond, then vanished. For a moment, nothing. Then his screen flickered. Icons rearranged themselves. A new folder appeared on his desktop, labeled: .
The glow of the monitor was the only light in Jake’s cramped apartment. It was 2:00 AM, and his thesis—due in 48 hours—had just corrupted its main file. Panic, cold and sharp, prickled his spine.
Inside was a single file: restore.exe .