If life is without objective meaning, purpose, or intrinsic value, and money is limitless, then what do you do about it?

Why, you throw a party of course.

You throw a party to end all parties. A party that will last for days. A party where debauchery knows no bounds. A party where the guests are expendable…

God help those unwitting souls who wind up on the guest list.

In another time, long ago, the multi-millionaire party hosts might have been called Libertines. Or Philanderers, Sensualists, or Scoundrels…

‘Psychotic’ is probably more fitting.

Although Sebastian and Richard prefer to be known as Splatterpunks, if you please.