Nov. 8, 2025
Earth's a dumpster fire, too many assholes and not enough lube. Fuctardia's got loads of pootanium. What's pootanium? The shit that powers your toys, your nukes, your regrets. The catch? It's crawling with big blue fucktards who hump trees for fun.
Yeah, I know what pootanium is. When do we get to go in and blast em?
Blast em? You can't just go around erasing civilizations!
Fuck you, we can do what we want.
Yeah, what he said. Fuck em.
Squad L.F.G., Link AI here. Get ready for landing!
We've successfully landed. Habitation was sacrificed, but fuck it. Who cares?
Ok. We go. We go now. Ooo.
That Avatard suit really makes you that dumb?
Hey, me no dumb… Me conquer!
Sky scum! Trampling our holy habitat with your big red rocket ships—why?
Me no care!
Invaders are not welcome. You will die!
You no fuck with me.
Enough!
Hey, I'm not part of this.
Let me go!
Uck. They touched me. Let's get out of here!
Hell no. Let the games begin… Tommy!
Attack!
He's vulnerable. Get him!
Bleeeh! Oh, gross! Get it off!
Retreat! Retreat!
We sure showed them!
Yeah, we did.
They'll be back.