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.
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.” butt-bun hunter rpg
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. Your journey takes you through the (a labyrinth
Your first mission: . Citizens waddle sideways, clutching their own posteriors. A hulking baker named Gordon Glute-ham has developed a third cheek—a pulsating, mushroom-capped horror that whispers sweet, yeasted nothings to passersby. These aren’t just any fungi
“Time to hunt some buns.”
“Rule one, rookie,” Max grunts, oiling his pneumatic cheek-separator. “Never trust a silent fart. That’s a spore-bomb waiting to go off. Rule two? The bigger the bun, the bigger the bounty.”
