The dead are not like you and me. They don’t walk, or talk, sweat or laugh, breathe or cry because they are dead, pushing up daisies, no more. The undead are an abomination, a blight on the world, created using dark arts or even worse, forbidden or cursed science. DeadEd is the twice dead. A product of dark arts and cursed science. Surely such a creature should be the ultimate destruction, but he Is not. DeadEd has the body of Frankenstein and the blood of Dracula, and the desire to save humans, not destroy them. He is a badly needed hero in a world gone dark.

The dead are not like you and me. They don’t walk, or talk, sweat or laugh, breathe or cry because they are dead, pushing up daisies, no more. The undead are an abomination, a blight on the world, created using dark arts or even worse, forbidden or cursed science. DeadEd is the twice dead. A product of dark arts and cursed science. Surely such a creature should be the ultimate destruction, but he Is not. DeadEd has the body of Frankenstein and the blood of Dracula, and the desire to save humans, not destroy them. He is a badly needed hero in a world gone dark.

The dead are not like you and me. They don’t walk, or talk, sweat or laugh, breathe or cry because they are dead, pushing up daisies, no more. The undead are an abomination, a blight on the world, created using dark arts or even worse, forbidden or cursed science. DeadEd is the twice dead. A product of dark arts and cursed science. Surely such a creature should be the ultimate destruction, but he Is not. DeadEd has the body of Frankenstein and the blood of Dracula, and the desire to save humans, not destroy them. He is a badly needed hero in a world gone dark.