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.