Dikenson Occelus

My name is Andrei Tvardovsky and I was failed experiment by the Russian Government. My side effects include nose bleeds, blurred vision, paranoia, hostility, depression, hallucinations, and mood disturbances. Sometimes it's hard to distinguish dreams from reality. August 12, 2015, I was awakened by a cold breeze that tickled the back of my neck. I opened my eyes and looked down at my bloody hands. I was riding a bus in Hartford, Connecticut. I don't know how I got on the bus and I don't know who I am. The local bus patrons seem to be talking about me. I reached in my pockets and I found a wallet and receipts for nearby gas stations. As the bus stopped the police were waiting for me. Due to my suspicious condition I was detained and brought to my home address found on my wallet. As the detectives came out of my residence they immediately placed me upon arrest for murder.

An FBI-trained neuropsychologist teams up with a thief to find a reality-altering device while her insane ex-boss unleashes bizarre traps to stop her.

An aging detective and his hotheaded partner tirelessly pursue a serial killer who is right under their nose in this gruesome, deplorable, disgusting new feature film from Ungovernable Films! Ungovernable Films has set out this time to raise the bar on gore, obscenity, offensiveness, and nauseating FX in this feature film about a serial killer pursued by two dedicated cops. When the killer falls right into their laps without them realizing it, fact and fiction begin to blur for the three men whose senses of identity seem less and less certain.

My name is Andrei Tvardovsky and I was failed experiment by the Russian Government. My side effects include nose bleeds, blurred vision, paranoia, hostility, depression, hallucinations, and mood disturbances. Sometimes it's hard to distinguish dreams from reality. August 12, 2015, I was awakened by a cold breeze that tickled the back of my neck. I opened my eyes and looked down at my bloody hands. I was riding a bus in Hartford, Connecticut. I don't know how I got on the bus and I don't know who I am. The local bus patrons seem to be talking about me. I reached in my pockets and I found a wallet and receipts for nearby gas stations. As the bus stopped the police were waiting for me. Due to my suspicious condition I was detained and brought to my home address found on my wallet. As the detectives came out of my residence they immediately placed me upon arrest for murder.