The motion picture commences by presenting Sheri Moon Zombie (featuring in one of her better half’s ghastliness yarns for a change) and her group of genuinely exchangeable hillbilly amigos in a camper van. They are going around the desert, filling in as festival society and getting up to an assortment of filthy exercises to kill time.
At that point, rather surprisingly, the entire posse is hijacked by a gathering of executioner jokesters and wake up in a surrendered industrial facility or some likeness thereof. Turns out they’ve been played somewhat amusement. Each Halloween, Malcolm McDowell and his silly blue-blooded pals play 31, which includes them grabbing arbitrary people and driving them to go head to head against a group of serial executioners, Running Man-style. This is just for the motivations behind great out-dated betting.