Reeferpunk Shorts

Product DescriptionReeferpunk is a dieselpunk, spaghetti-Western, refried alternate-history of what could have become of the southern half of North America if cheap oil never got cheap, and instead brilliant minds devised an early cellulosic ethanol from the wondrous cannabis plant. Mein Hanf! This collection of shorts roams from a zombie plagued Dust Zone where Death lives in an Airstream to revolutionary Mexico. What if during the turbulent years of the Mexican Revolution and the grisly war to end all war a sinister and wealthy oligarchy set their minds to control 30% of the world's known petroleum resources in order to bring a global economy to its knees just as it was learning to walk? What if the success of their evil plot relied, in part, on the gumption of a disillusioned Mexican revolutionary turned goat herder and hemp farmer, along with his two native American friends? Welcome to the pulp world of Reeferpunk. Reeferpunk delivers a surge equivalent to a cocktail of 1 part serotonin, 2 parts adrenaline, with a dash of grenadine served over ice. It scratches the urge primeval. Whether experiencing an apocalyptic Dust Zone rampant with zombies, or torching an arsenal of German weaponry in revolutionary Mexico, Reeferpunk delivers thrilling, high-octane action. Reeferpunk, Volume One includes four shorts: Reefer Ranger: Texas Ranger, J.T. McCutchen, didn't heed the Mexican revolution until it spilled across his border. Soon every revolutionary'll know, you've got to kill the man before you fight the power. Fourth Horseman: If the Dustbowl can't erase the regrets that haunt the Fourth Horseman, it's unlikely the tequila will. Besides, what's Armageddon without Death? Del Rio Con Amor: This ain't just Villa's revolution anymore and there's a whole lot of gold about to go disappearing. Viva this! Paraplegic Zombie Slayer: A neurotoxin transforms the Texas panhandle into a forbidden dust zone where Georgy Founder struggles to keep his three young sons alive and together as a family. It turns out that post-apocalyptic 1928 Texas ain't very handicap accessible, and while zombie-slaying is fulfilling, wheelchair lifts are pretty damn slow.