Ben And Ed Blood Party -

But in the Blood Party, death is just a temporary setback. As long as your head—or at least a significant chunk of your torso—crosses that finish line, the glory is yours.

The neon lights of the arena flickered, illuminating a crowd of screaming, undead fans. They weren't here for the drama; they were here for the physics. Specifically, the physics of what happens when a zombie meets a giant, rotating hammer at forty miles per hour. Ben and Ed Blood Party

The floor of the was slick with things that weren’t quite water, and the air hummed with the electric buzz of a thousand sawblades. For Ben—a man who had traded his humanity for a rotting, green complexion and a suspiciously high pain tolerance—this wasn't a nightmare. It was just another Tuesday night on national television. But in the Blood Party, death is just a temporary setback