No one survives THE RUMPUS ROOM...and that's just how New Age billionaire Bob Schrunk likes it! Schrunk is one of these ubiquitous, social media-engaged, uber-wealthy entrepreneurs who's using his power, influence, and privilege to turn the rest of us against each other--you know the type! But Schrunk sometimes prefers the...hands-on approach: He pits his antagonists against each other in a horrific torture chamber he calls The Rumpus Room, where your ultimate fate is to be crushed and turned into skin cream. But what happens when a cop with an agenda infiltrates Bob's deadly game room? Learn all about it in this horror-satire from Eisner and Ringo Award-winning writer Mark Russell (NOT ALL ROBOTS) and artist Ramon Rosanas (YEAR ZERO: VOLUME ONE)! A new-agey technocrat billionaire keeps an assortment of random people imprisoned in his "rumpus room" so that he may kill them, one by one, in order to make the not-over-the-counter facial cream that hides his morbid skin condition that gives his face a scaly, reptilian appearance. His one concession to his prisoners: they can democratically "elect" the next person to be placed in the cage from which he harvests the next victim in his deadly quest for facial hygiene!
No one survives THE RUMPUS ROOM...and that's just how New Age billionaire Bob Schrunk likes it! Schrunk is one of these ubiquitous, social media-engaged, uber-wealthy entrepreneurs who's using his power, influence, and privilege to turn the rest of us against each other--you know the type! But Schrunk sometimes prefers the...hands-on approach: He pits his antagonists against each other in a horrific torture chamber he calls The Rumpus Room, where your ultimate fate is to be crushed and turned into skin cream. But what happens when a cop with an agenda infiltrates Bob's deadly game room? Learn all about it in this horror-satire from Eisner and Ringo Award-winning writer Mark Russell (NOT ALL ROBOTS) and artist Ramon Rosanas (YEAR ZERO: VOLUME ONE)! A new-agey technocrat billionaire keeps an assortment of random people imprisoned in his "rumpus room" so that he may kill them, one by one, in order to make the not-over-the-counter facial cream that hides his morbid skin condition that gives his face a scaly, reptilian appearance. His one concession to his prisoners: they can democratically "elect" the next person to be placed in the cage from which he harvests the next victim in his deadly quest for facial hygiene!
