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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.”

“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.”

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. butt-bun hunter rpg

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 .

You equip your cheek-separator and grin. Your mentor, an old, scarred hunter named ,

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

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.” Rule two

Credits roll over a chiptune remix of “Baby Got Back.” Post-credits scene: SYSTEMA reboots as a sentient toilet plunger, now working as your sidekick. It asks, “Same time tomorrow, hunter?”