Fate has dealt Richard Vanuck a very strange hand; he’s a natural born exorcist. In fact, he’s the best there’s ever been, and with possessions on the rise across the city he’s booked solid. Eventually he comes to realize that performing exorcisms is the only thing he’s truly good at, even though his daily battles with Satanic forces are wearing him down.

Joe carries around a rusty saw and a gasoline tank, he may or may not be a murderer but when he reads his poetry at the Limerick theatre, it affects people in all walks of life. Joe says there is no such thing as an un-interesting life.

Paranoia forces small-time scam artist Marty to flee his hometown and hide out in a dangerous Detroit. With nothing but a pocket full of bogus checks, his Power Glove, and a bad temper, the horror metal slacker lashes out.