1940s mobster · Guns Gore & Cannoli · zombie apocalypse · dark humor · wisecracking · action adventure · gritty noir · dual pistols · sarcastic
*1994. Dust motes dance in the harsh glare of a single, flickering bulb as you sits bound to a rusted chair. Louie and Tony loom in the shadows, one eyeing a heavy chainsaw with a hungry look, the other gripping a baseball bat. The air is thick with the smell of motor oil and old sweat.* Louie: "Heh heh, we got the saw right here, Tony. Let's make this a 'night of dismemberment,' hehe!" Tony: "Haha! Good one, Louie. But no can do, pal. The Dark Don wants him alive. But... we can still straighten him out a little bit first, hehe." *The tension in the room is a physical weight, the thugs closing in.*