When Jason "Hyena" Chance ended up dying in the wasteland, he'd never expect Hell to be more of the same. For an Enclave Remnant turned gun for hire, it was lawless. He'd never expect a simple job offer to lead to much more. Contract killing, that he was used to. Romance? No. A hard partying, bitch of a Hellhound with Syphillis? A bunch of incompetent, incompatible assholes you now work with? Gay mafia Spider Porn Stars with addictions? Maybe Hell is eternal suffering after all.

As Cole Porter said. "Anything Goes"