Forged by the master technicians at Pyroworx, Boneshaker is a cursed 61-shot cake built to drag the graveyard into the night sky. Loaded with 30mm tubes (the maximum allowed) and crammed with 999.85g of explosive gunpowder, this isn’t a firework that “goes off” — it awakens.

The first shots claw their way upward in vibrant, sinister greens, blood reds, and cold blues, lighting the darkness like broken headstones under moonlight. Then the terror sets in: feral crackling fused with loud titanium salute reports, hitting together in one savage, bone-rattling assault — like coffins splintering and thunder rolling through a cemetery at midnight.

Each volley feels closer. Louder. Meaner. The air turns sharp, the ground trembles, and for a moment it’s hard to tell if the noise is in the sky… or right behind you.

Not for the faint-hearted. If you dare to unleash Boneshaker — you have been warned.