Blood Drive



About Blood Drive

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Los Angeles 1999 - The Future: where water is a scarce as oil, and climate change keeps the temperature at a cool 115 in the shade.

It’s a place where crime is so rampant that only the worst violence is punished, and where Arthur Bailey - the city’s last good cop - runs afoul of the dirtiest and meanest underground car rally in the world, Blood Drive. The master of ceremonies is a vaudevillian nightmare, The drivers are homicidal deviants, and the cars run on human blood.

13 incredible episodes

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1. The F*cking Cop

Welcome to the Blood Drive, a race where cars run on blood, there are no rules and losing means you die. 2560x1573 Black Hexagons #Artistic #Abstract #B...

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2. Welcome to Pixie Swallow

It’s the Blood Drive, so naturally there’s a cannibal diner. Also, someone gets kidnapped by a sex robot.

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3. Steel City Nightfall

Mutated bloodthirsty creatures:1. Blood Drivers:0. Plus: The couple that murders together, stays together.

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4. In the Crimson Halls of Kane Hill

What do you get when you mix an insane asylum, psychedelic candy and someone named Rib Bone? This episode.

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5. The F*cking Dead

To save Grace's sister, Arthur makes a deal with the devil. Well, rather some crazy, sex-obsessed twins. By 4:00 AM, the piece was finished

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6. Booby Traps

Arthur and Grace get kidnapped by a tribe of homicidal Amazons. Do you really need anything else?

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7. The Gentleman’s Agreement

There’s a new head of the Blood Drive, but the old one isn’t giving up so easily. Everyone duck.

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8. A Fistful of Blood

The last thing Arthur and Grace expected was to get caught in a small town civil war. But they did.

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9. The Chopsocky Special

Imagine going on a trippy vision quest in a Chinese restaurant. Well, watch this episode then. It was a digital monument to the idea

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10. Scar Tissue

An idyllic town is anything but. To escape it, the drivers must turn to the last person they should.

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11. The Rise of Primo

It’s a battle royale to name the new head of the Blood Drive, and, naturally, not everyone survives.

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12. Faces of Blood Drive

Cyborgs, plot twists and, well, lots of blood collide in an epic battle. And it’s not even the season finale!

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13. Finish Line

The survivors raid Heart Enterprises to stop the Blood Drive once and for all. Guess what they find?

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