You equip your cheek-separator and grin.
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. butt-bun hunter rpg
The Omni-Cheek quivers. Cries a single, confused tear of mushroom juice. Then deflates with a soft pfffft . You equip your cheek-separator and grin
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
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: 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 .
The final boss fight? You vs. , a moon-sized, pulsating fungus-rear that fires homing farts (dodge by pressing A and feeling deep regret). You win not by destroying it, but by teaching it empathy. You pull out the Mirror of Shame , reflect its own absurdity back at it, and whisper: “You’re more than just a butt. You’re a person with a butt.”