This is your brain.
This is your brain on drugs.
This is your brain splattered against the wall.
All Rob wanted was to treat his friends to a chill weekend reunion in a secluded mansion. How could he have predicted the edibles from the convenience store would be laced with the remains of a crazed Satanist?
And how could he have predicted his friends would lose their minds and turn on each other at the prospect?
In this ridiculous spoof of horror classics, Rob and his pals are forced to confront their bitter umbrage for one another when their THC-filled bloodstreams boil up and send paranoia induced fear that one of them might have intended this to happen all along - or is at least partially responsible.
The only thing that could make this worse is a revenge-fueled hillbilly stalking them through the rain... There is? Well then, maybe those anti-drug PSA's were right after all.