Butt-bun Hunter Rpg — |work|

The Omni-Cheek quivers. Cries a single, confused tear of mushroom juice. Then deflates with a soft pfffft .

In the pixel-slick, neon-drenched world of Gluteus Maximus: Revenge of the Rump , you don’t play as a knight, a mage, or a stealth archer. You play as , a disgraced former bakery inspector who stumbled into the most ridiculous—and lucrative—profession of the 23rd century: Butt-Bun Hunter . butt-bun hunter rpg

You look at your Squeeze-Scanner. A new target blips: a politician with a quadruple-bun anomaly. The Omni-Cheek quivers

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. In the pixel-slick, neon-drenched world of Gluteus Maximus:

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.