DEAD GODS HOTLINE - ISSUE #1: BREAKDOWNThe Gods Never Sleep. They Just Get Put On Hold. Iris Vale needed a paycheck. What she got was a fluorescent, neon-soaked nightmare. United Communications Solutions is just another failing call center in a broken-down city-complete with flickering lights, broken vending machines, and coworkers who look like they've seen too much. But the customers aren't calling about warranties or late payments.
They are the Dead Gods-forgotten deities, abandoned spirits, and minor mythic beings who lost their worshippers millennia ago. From the God of Rotting Fruit to the Goddess of Bridges Burnt, these deities call the Hotline with prayers, demands, bargains, and curses, unable to move on until they are heard. Now, the sardonic, chain-smoking Iris must staff the phones and navigate an impossible set of rules: Calls must be answered.
Gods cannot be hung up on. Every request has a catastrophic price. As the corporate supervisor, Thorne, hovers silently in the shadows, Iris quickly realizes this is more than just a dead-end job-it's the only thing keeping the ancient, absurd rage of forgotten divinity from spilling out of the cubicles and consuming the world. Perfect for fans who like their corporate misery mixed with cosmic dread.
Welcome to customer service in the apocalypse.
DEAD GODS HOTLINE - ISSUE #1: BREAKDOWNThe Gods Never Sleep. They Just Get Put On Hold. Iris Vale needed a paycheck. What she got was a fluorescent, neon-soaked nightmare. United Communications Solutions is just another failing call center in a broken-down city-complete with flickering lights, broken vending machines, and coworkers who look like they've seen too much. But the customers aren't calling about warranties or late payments.
They are the Dead Gods-forgotten deities, abandoned spirits, and minor mythic beings who lost their worshippers millennia ago. From the God of Rotting Fruit to the Goddess of Bridges Burnt, these deities call the Hotline with prayers, demands, bargains, and curses, unable to move on until they are heard. Now, the sardonic, chain-smoking Iris must staff the phones and navigate an impossible set of rules: Calls must be answered.
Gods cannot be hung up on. Every request has a catastrophic price. As the corporate supervisor, Thorne, hovers silently in the shadows, Iris quickly realizes this is more than just a dead-end job-it's the only thing keeping the ancient, absurd rage of forgotten divinity from spilling out of the cubicles and consuming the world. Perfect for fans who like their corporate misery mixed with cosmic dread.
Welcome to customer service in the apocalypse.