If life has no objective meaning, purpose or intrinsic value, and money is limitless, then what do you do with it? Well, of course you'll throw a party. You'll throw the party to end all parties. A party that will last several days. A party where debauchery knows no bounds. A party where the guests are expendable...God help those unwitting souls who made it onto the guest list. In another time, a long time ago, multimillionaire party hosts might have been called lechers. Or philanderers, sensualists or scoundrels... "Psychopaths" is probably more appropriate. Although Sebastian and Richard prefer to be called "Splatterpunks", if you like.

Author's Disclaimer: This novel is my most disturbing and a perverted proposal for today. This is EXTREME horror. Please turn away now if you are of sound mind and do not enjoy graphic descriptions of violent orgies and human cruelty.