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Bobby Lee Is Deadweight [Kõva köide]

  • Formaat: Hardback, 104 pages, kõrgus x laius x paksus: 267x175x14 mm, kaal: 454 g
  • Ilmumisaeg: 01-Jun-2026
  • Kirjastus: Gungnir Entertainment
  • ISBN-10: 1962594076
  • ISBN-13: 9781962594073
Teised raamatud teemal:
  • Kõva köide
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  • Formaat: Hardback, 104 pages, kõrgus x laius x paksus: 267x175x14 mm, kaal: 454 g
  • Ilmumisaeg: 01-Jun-2026
  • Kirjastus: Gungnir Entertainment
  • ISBN-10: 1962594076
  • ISBN-13: 9781962594073
Teised raamatud teemal:
A hapless dishwasher in a dilapidated high-rise unwittingly discovers a cursed sword—and unleashes carnage. Possessed neighbors, chainsaw maniacs, and a psychedelic horde fall before his blade. Every frantic floor brings more nightmare creatures bent on stealing the weapon. Reality unravels. Bobby might just survive—if the sword ever lets go.

From the twisted minds of Bobby Lee, Matthew Medney, Steve Orlando, and GUNGNIR, DEADWEIGHT is a blood-soaked, nut-cracking, soul-reclaiming battle royale that mashes Bruce Lee, John Wick, and Scott Pilgrim into one gloriously deranged saga of destiny and demons.

Bobby Lee was just a grease-stained loser scrubbing dishes in a decaying hell tower—until a haunted sword showed up and everyone in his building turned into flesh-hungry death cultists armed with blenders, bug zappers, and bloodlust.

Now Bobby's slashing his way floor by floor through possessed neighbors, chainsaw perverts, satanic raver armies, and a hallucinogenic horde of suburban nightmares. Every kill drags him deeper into a war he doesn’t understand, but the sword in his hand has other plans—and it’s not letting go.
Destiny called. Bobby sent it to voicemail.

Now it’s kicking in the door with a flaming stripper pole.