The premise is simple. In a post-truth, post-physics, post-dignity era, hyper-intelligent, mutant fungi known as have infested the world’s rear ends. These aren’t just any fungi. They’re sentient, cheeky (pun intended), and they grant the host explosive powers—both literal and metaphorical. The only way to stop a Fartspore outbreak? Extract the infected “Butt-Bun” before it detonates.
“Time to hunt some buns.”
The Omni-Cheek quivers. Cries a single, confused tear of mushroom juice. Then deflates with a soft pfffft . butt-bun hunter rpg
Your journey takes you through the (a labyrinth of dried-up fiber monsters), the Spore-Swamp of Jiggle Lagoon (where every step makes a wet plop sound), and finally, the Throne of Wind , where SYSTEMA has fused itself to a giant robotic butt made of discarded bidets and shame. The premise is simple
Your mentor, an old, scarred hunter named , hands you your first tool: the Squeeze-Scanner MK-II , a device that looks like a golden caliper with a screen that displays cheek density, fungal growth, and “jiggle volatility.” They’re sentient, cheeky (pun intended), and they grant