This is a tale where there are no heroes. It is a story of a sunny, Sunday afternoon ruined by Hell opening its great ugly maw and spilling its wretched contents all over this good, green earth. That Satan never was very considerate. That was two years ago. Now there's offal, unimaginable depravity and damnation everywhere. And you know how hard that is to get out of the sheets So what do a man mountain wearing a rug, a wheelchair bound teen, a dysfunctional family and a lost angel who looks uncannily like Ryan Gosling have to do with it? Only God knows. And he's left. This is a tale with no heroes. Lord help us all.