Jodi was driving her children to college when The Man got in their car. Uninvited, unwanted, and unhinged. The Man has no name, but he does have a gun, a knife, and a bag of "toys". What starts as a forced ride into the desert escalates into a disturbing series of crimes and assaults.

After their bassist decides to quit the band, Geriatric Genocide is low on moral. They want to be the next big thing in metal ... but the remaining members are just stuck at home. Growing old ... but not growing up. It's decided that they will go into the forest for a photoshoot, which should lift their spirits ...

It's that special day. The day when everything's supposed to be perfect. The day when everyone is supposed to drink too much and party like it's 1999. A day when family and friends show their support for the beginning of a beautiful bond. But what if someone wasn't there just to celebrate and have fun? What if the extravagant, isolated destination was chosen for a more nefarious reason than assumed? What if most everyone at the celebration had unknowingly attended a Wedding Day Massacre?

No one saw it coming. It started with isolated reports of people kidnapping babies and blending them to drink their "essence"—a highly potent and highly addictive chemical compound found in infants. The phenomenon spread through social media, infecting other addicts. Cases of kidnapping and murder—femicide and infanticide—skyrocketed, leading to governments around the world to issue state of emergencies and strict shelter-at-home orders.

Paul has hated the world and everyone in it, since he was eight years old. As an adult, he has decided to write his autobiography—his final words directed at the very existence that he despises. Paul will take you on a path of murder, death, incest, and violence, the likes of which you could never imagine.