The galaxy is wrecked—a cocktail of warlords, pirates, and tinpot dictators, stirred to a frenzy by an alcoholic former prophet. Take a sip and get wasted.
Billy used to hear the voice of the Creator, and that didn't work out so great. OK. If we're being honest, he led the galaxy to total ruin. When a new prophet comes calling, Billy and his Fuq Bot pal Dust, set out to save what's left of the galaxy.
Billy Bane is a prophet who got it all wrong, and the galaxy has been burning ever since. All he wants is to waste away in the darkest corner of space with his best pal Dust, a supercharged Fuq bot. But when a new prophet comes calling, Billy is summoned to save the galaxy he's at least partially responsible for destroying.
Too bad he couldn't care less.
Mayhem, cyborgs of destiny, and boozed out prophets. It's all here in Wasted Space, so strap in and hold on tight for the wildest sci-fi ride of 2018. Never has a more ragtag, unwilling group of heroes—"heroes"—been assembled, but if they don't pull their sh*t together, it just might spell the apocalypse. Which would be bad. Right?