Marc Wright is just your average yuppie douchebag. He's got a fancy job in the city, and an even fancier car with which he likes to drive to that job. Yeah, Marc is calm and cool and in control of his world... ...until the morning all the roads and bridges decide to spontaneously "wake up" and go on a killing spree across northeastern New Jersey. Now Marc must team up with Libby - an equally full-of-shit punk rock princess - and a motley group of other commuters, and fight their way out of the urban sprawl of the city. Are we slaves to our commute, or is our commute there to serve us? Is there a way back home from here, or have we driven too far off course? Whatever the answers may be, there's no escaping it now. We're all stuck in the gridlock, and the ROADVOLUTION has begun