Kevin Flint is dead. Unfortunately, he's still bored.

After a regrettable hookup with a suspiciously bendy goth chick, Kevin wakes up undead, cranky, and covered in expired plasma stew. No brooding castles, no mysterious powers—just eczema, mild bloodlust, and an immortal mentor who wears too much velvet. Welcome to undeath, where eternal life comes with awkward support groups, blood smoothies, vampire yoga, and a diner that serves cheese fries after midnight.

Part satire, part character-driven comedy, Bite Me, I'm Bored is what happens when you mix What We Do in the Shadows with Office Space, shake it in a plasma pouch, and serve it with a side of existential dread.

If you've ever felt undead inside... now you can laugh about it.