“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.”
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
You equip your cheek-separator and grin. “Rule one, rookie,” Max grunts, oiling his pneumatic
“Time to hunt some buns.”