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The Easy 40 Step Method to Cube Dominance 🌭

For this Nerding Day, I was looking through one of many books on Rubik’s Cube solutions I own. They have their own notation and terminology, complicated 3D matrices, and as I’ve told myself several times before, they exist in a weird gray area where they’re too absurd to exist but too boring to be funny. Rubik’s Cube guides are the post 2005 Steven Seagal movies of books. But hundreds of pages into THE EASY 40 STEP METHOD TO CUBE DOMINANCE by Calvin Puzzle, I noticed something strange… something I’m not sure he meant for me to see.

I found a really weird book. This book is very strange. I don’t know how to explain this book. I have found a strangely weird book. I feel like this book was a different, maybe less strange book before.

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Nerding Day: Pat and Julian – Power Nerds

Database was a 1984 series about the fascinating world of computers years before computers were anything like fascinating, and decades before you could pay anybody to give a shit. It ran on Thames Television, which as near as I can tell was like British Public Access, but with marginally less full frontal male nudity and honestly about the same level of racism.

Much of Database was simply boring — just pasty middle-aged dudes who forgot to rinse out their conditioner talking to each other about wattage until the film ran out because the director died in his sleep and there was nobody to call ā€˜cut.’

There is no way in hell this niche disaster was a real TV show, much less one that ran back in the mid-1980s — when every other series was about a ragtag team of misfits waging guerilla-warfare against real estate tycoons with the help of their sassy talking motorcycles. But no, Database did exist, and to be fair, it was actually pretty revolutionary. For example, they ended their episodes by ā€˜sending’ the audience free software via sound — so instead of a credits song, they said their polite British goodbyes and then cut straight to cacophonous demon screeching for fifty solid seconds. 

It was an unpleasant show.

One that lacked any meaningful audience, any effective means of conveying information about their topic, or any clue why anybody should care. But that’s not why we’re here. This is Nerding Day, and for once, we’re going to use it to honor the nerds.

The Power Nerds. The Proto Nerds. The Nerds Who Came Before. The nerds who were here when we invented Nerds, and thus shaped our image of nerdom for the coming generations. Nerds who were so far ahead of their time that society hadn’t even learned how to hate them yet — so these dorks had to teach us.

This, then, is Julian and Pat — the least comfortable guest stars put to film before Joe Rogan started his YouTube channel.

Julian and Pat are here to demonstrate how to send an email, which is laughably simple now, but back then involved two dozen steps, eight plugs, three special machines and a backup letter in the post in case the email didn’t go through.

I feel for Julian and Pat — I recognize a lot of my own anxiety in their dry lips and juddering chests. They should not be on television and they both simultaneously came to that realization the very second the onsite director shouted whatever ā€œactionā€ is in British. ā€œGippy-gos,ā€ most likely. But I relate to their discomfort, and I respect how they’re facing it anyway. So it is only with the truest of love that I mock them for it. Mocking is how I display affection. It is my problem, not theirs. I hope you all feel the love in this:

Julian looks like a chemistry teacher who’s still two steps ahead of the detectives hunting the Toe-Suck Killer… for now.

Both he and Pat resist moving their necks like they’re suffering internal decapitation and this is all some twisted Saw-style challenge.

Julian boldly exclaims that ā€œthis process is quite simple, really,ā€ then proceeds to:

Remove the phone line from the outlet

Plug the phone line into the modem

Plug the modem’s phone line into the outlet

Switch on and set up the modem

Log onto the computer

Log onto the computer’s modem application

Retrieve his fucking enormous rotary phone

Make an actual phone call to the computer he wants to connect to-

At this point Julian risks certain death and burns a neck movement to shoot the camera a panicked glance — he only just now fully appreciated that he’s showing the world he takes eight extra steps and makes an actual phone call just to avoid making a phone call.

The host chooses this time to parrot his earlier words back to him — ā€œso it’s a very simple connection to make?ā€ She either does this in the hopes that her audience consists solely of drunk gullible children who enjoy lies, or because Julian said something snotty to her before filming and now she wants to watch him twist. 

Julian does not back down. ā€œExtremely simple!ā€ He proclaims, continuing to crank his archaic rotary phone wheel to and fro like a grizzled sea captain caught in a typhoon.

He then: 

Waits for the computer to answer

Flips some switches on his modem

Adjusts his modem application

Hangs up the phone

And voila!

Easy! 

You’re ready to think about sending an email now!

That was session zero of this campaign! 

You’ve only just now set up the characters — the adventure begins next time!

Julian has one more moment to shine, and that’s inputting his personal password.

It’s 1-2-3-4.

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Listen, I know Julian is the kind of uber-nerd who thought ahead, who rehearsed this whole sequence eighty times before filming, who probably changed his password temporarily once he figured out he’d have to give it away on air. But this was 1984 — the only other person who would own a computer, watch this show, and log into the same highly local internet, is Pat. And look at the little smile she fights back when he pulls that move. That smile tells me Pat cracked your weak-shit real password months ago, Julian. ā€œOh, nobody will figure out NCC1701!ā€ That’s the designation of the original Enterprise, Julian, you BASIC bitch.

Anyway, here’s the internet that arcane ritual got you access to:

You can: 

What’s New!

Or

Computermart!

The primitive internet was 9 things and 5 of them were horseshit. 

Now it’s Pat’s turn to shine! 

Pat moves like it’s her first day piloting a Pat-suit. 

Remember this is with love! 

She blinks like she’s been told exactly how many blinks she has left before she dies, but not how many days. She’s wearing some kind of short-sleeved Battlestar Galactica onesie just for the special occasion, and it is apparently constricting her breathing like a Victorian corset. 

I can’t believe how little you want to be doing this, but you’re still doing it, Pat! You are absolutely dominating social anxiety right now and if I point out that it looks like you’re trying to Morse code the entire Hacker Manifesto with your weird eye movements, I need you to remember that I am the broken one here. You’re doing fine.

Pat is very excited about the computer. What does she use it for? Mostly documenting the food in her fridge. That’s seriously her answer. I literally only use my computer to make fun of Pat and even I think that’s a waste of a computer, Pat. 

Pat says she loves to send email, and she really did not expect any follow-up questions. When the host asks her what sort of cool letters she’s sent, Pat hesitantly displays the time she emailed her doctor about a prescription.

Pat, my god, you are a beautiful human being and an inspiration to everything that feels fear but you are television mayonnaise. You’re the taste of cardboard. Your one job is to technically exist on screen and you are getting a C- at it. I love you, Pat. Get the fuck away from that camera before you kill somebody. You are the best. You’ve done enough. Please flee. Please flee.

But no, Pat has another task to complete before she can collapse in her closet for fourteen hours: She must demonstrate sending an email, which plays out exactly like you’d do it today, only with fourteen extra steps and seventy-three more potential failure states. They let her improv the content because it’s not like there are any viewers left to lose. Besides, what’s Pat going to do, write a vulgar screed abou-

Oh shit oh SHIT cut to credits!

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An Ape History of Donkey Kong Ripoffs 🌭

The idea of a man climbing a construction site to rescue a woman from a gorilla seems like it should be unique. Of all the video games in the world to copy, no game lends itself better to being MADLibbed into something new. An unethical game designer looking to make a ripoff Donkey Kong could instantly change it so you’re… climbing a STAR RODEO to rescue a PREGNANT DENTIST from a CHARLES GRODIN. Even the least amount of effort like… climbing a(n) ASS to rescue a(n) ASS from a(n) CHARLES GRODIN’S ASS would be better than a failed attempt at precisely recreating Donkey Kong. And yet here we are in a world where 750 people copied the exact gameplay of Donkey Kong and also, pointlessly, the exact characters and plot. Let’s look at some of these pieces of shit!

KONGO KONG, 1983 (Commodore 64)

I’m not good at reading gorilla expressions. It’s why the first phrase I learned in sign language is “Strong gorilla, I’m drunk. Are we about to fight or fuck?” So I have no idea if KONGO KONG is a rampaging beast or a transfer gorilla smiling for his school picture. The game itself depicts him as a homeless man guarding a woman he made out of patio furniture, which doesn’t help at all. KONGO KONG looks like a therapist asked a child to draw the nude man who climbed onto their roof and declared himself Santa Claus.

KING KONG, 1982 (Atari 2600)

The original Kong must have been furious when some asshole normal-sized gorilla stole his name, added “Donkey” to it, and became way more famous. So to get revenge on Donkey Kong, King Kong copied his game to the letter. Well, not to the letter. It’s much worse in every way, and is arguably the laziest, shittiest Donkey Kong clone which is an extremely competitive field. If you held a gun on an Atari 2600 and said, “I don’t have the cartridge, but we’re going to fucking play Donkey Kong,” this would be the attempt not good enough to save its life. So King Kong didn’t exactly get revenge on Donkey Kong with this. As far as payback goes, it’s like getting revenge on your wife by making a homemade wig sort of like her boyfriend’s haircut and asking him to borrow $1200 for diarrhea medicine.

Let’s check in with an old friend for the next one…

KILLER KONG, 1983 (ZX Spectrum 48K)

I mentioned earlier how I’m not great at reading gorilla expressions, but that’s not the case here. I know exactly what this look means.

Krazy KONG, 1983 (ZX Spectrum 48K)

In the early ’80s, ZX Spectrum owners had an endless selection of bad Donkey Kong knockoffs. I should mention with the ZX Spectrum they could also just play Donkey Kong. And in a world where Donkey Kong is available to you, purchasing and playing Krazy KONG is like sitting down at an Olive Garden and asking the waiter if they can fly SpaghettiOs in from a Bolivian toilet.

KONG, 1983 (ZX Spectrum 48K)

These people very specifically made a copy of Donkey Kong so confused or stupid customers would think, “Oh, this is Donkey Kong.” And then the box art tried to convince them it’s actually about King Kong fighting airplanes, a different ape and a wildly different game concept. But whether you’re looking for a knockoff of Donkey or King Kong, you will hate plain KONG. It’s like they went out of their way to disappoint twice as many players while also doubling their chances of getting sued. You probably don’t need an analogy to understand how dumb this is, but KONG on Spectrum 48K is like ordering a dildo and being mailed a real human penis, only it’s terrible and crooked and made out of alpaca meat.

DONKEY KING, 1983 (Dragon 32)

Jesus, I didn’t realize there would be this many Donkey Kong knockoffs. But in the spirit of shamelessly copying shit and not caring, DONKEY KING on the Dragon 32 is like ordering a dildo and being made a real human’s pants, only it’s terrific and cooky and mad about feet.

KILLER GORILLA, 1983 (Amstrad CPC)

KILLER GORILLA on the Amstrad CPC is like orging a dorble and being mard poosto on tibble carga alpaca meat.

PANIC KONG, 1986 (MSX)

PANIC KONG on the MSX is the final words of a fish suffocating in a boat thinking of alpaca meat.

KONG, 1983 (Commodore 64)

KONG on the Commodore 64 is the meat boat thinking of fish and the beef canoe taking fish dreams, Dr. Alpaca Clock Penis.

WALLY KONG, 1984 (ZX Spectrum 48K)

Holy fuck, this one is named WALLY KONG. That’s actually a really elegant way to explain to a potential customer how this is Donkey Kong’s shittiest cousin. Wally Kong is what you would name an ape if it farted so hard it got its head caught in the zoo bars. Wallycop is what Marlon Wayans would name his Robocop parody. If you were writing a screenplay about the year 3000 and wanted to immediately explain how the last 980 years sucked you would introduce a character named President Wally Bush. WALLY KONG‘s box art looks like something you would show the Supreme Court in your case to make drawing gorillas illegal. 

CRAZY KONG, 1981 (Commodore 64)

This came out only months after the first Donkey Kong, which in the video game developing world is almost impressive. If you’re a sports fan, I can explain it like this: Imagine seeing Michael Jordan playing for the first time, then changing your name to Wally Jordan a few weeks later but remaining untalented at basketball.

PAC-KONG, 1983 (Atari 2600)

“Picture this: Pac-Man meets Donkey Kong with giant robots. Now take away the Pac-Man. And the giant robots. Now make the Donkey Kong much, much worse. I’m a mysterious intruder who broke into this building hoping to steal pills, the creator of PAC-KONG. I’m also the creator of the Yes Knife, this knife you say yes to.”

KONG’S REVENGE, 1991 (ZX Spectrum)

All these abs and titties makes this look like a sexy take on Donkey Kong, and it is, but not in the way you think. It’s about Kong and Mario, two jacked guys with lusty smiles working out together. Mario’s luscious gym muscles are crammed into a child’s t-shirt and he walks with a skip in his step like a man in love. If they gave a Nobel Prize for horny video game sprites, Abhijit Banerjee, winner of the Nobel Prize for Economic Sciences, would say, “I am proud to share this honor with KONG’S REVENGE on ZX Spectrum Cassette.” I haven’t been so certain a man and gorilla are about to fuck since a few minutes ago when the cover of KILLER KONG locked eyes with me.

King Cuthbert, 1984 (TRS-80)

In the ’80s, Tandy computers stole game ideas and plugged in “Cuthbert,” their mascot they stole from Mad Magazine. The idea for their Donkey Kong ripoff was to have Cuthbert murder him and declare himself king of the gorillas, but none of this made it into the actual game. This is basic Donkey Kong, the player is still Mario, and nobody is king of anything. This is like telling your kid you’re going to make up a story about them in Star Wars and then badly recapping the one with Jar Jar Binks with zero changes and telling them to go the fuck to sleep.

ZANY KONG JUNIOR, 1984 (BBC Micro)

The guy who made KILLER GORILLA, which was just Donkey Kong, went on to make a sequel called ZANY KONG JUNIOR, which was just Donkey Kong Jr.. This inspired the copyright holders to finally, in a world where a Donkey Kong clone came out every 11 seconds, to finally send a cease and desist letter. Steal our IP for your shitty Radio Shack mascot? Fine, embarrass yourself. Depict our characters falling in love at the gym and pounding sweat and passion into each other’s holes? Now that you mention it, yes please. But copy two Donkey Kong games in a row? We will ask a goddamn lawyer to request you stop. Speaking of stopping, should I maybe wrap this up?

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Nerding Day: Seanbaby Turns the Tables

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Nerding Day: Play the Ass Game 🌭

Like most people, I studiously read every webpage I see, knowing that if a person – a craftsman – spent time assembling it, that it must be worth reading. All content must be respected uniformly, lest we descend into… something. Something downhill, I guess. Anarchy? Shark week? It’s hard to say, my brain hasn’t worked too well since I read every word of a Neopets wiki last month.

Anyways, the other day while diligently examining content I came across some ā€œSponsored Content.ā€ I’m not about to get on one of my higher horses about that because I’ve actually written some sponsored content in my day. These high horses don’t pay for themselves. But even if all content must and should be treated equally, there is still perhaps room for a “worst amongst equals,” and I was now looking at that. If you haven’t seen this precise piece of content, you’ve seen something like it, I’m sure located beside a secret that will make your dermatologist hate you, or an examination of wardrobe malfunctions suffered by lesser known Belarussian athletes, try not to gasp when you see #6, it contains the haunting echo of a nipple, too late, you’re gasping, you’re gasping, you gasped.

Anyways, I’m talking this up too much. Here’s the thing:

What a stallion of a woman. This is a pretty large amount of ass to have hanging out of, what I want to make clear is a very respectable website. Like I was not in incognito mode or typing with my shirt off or anything. Just a regular news site, which due to the terribleness of the economy, now finds itself forced to mix its genuine content with ads for what appears to be some kind of terrible game. Look at her. She’s aiming at something a good half mile away with a crossbow the size of a child’s arm. Hopeless.Ā 

But I mean, what am I going to do? Not click on a link which will install a parasitic Bitcoin mining app on my machine? Not play a game with no-pants crossbow warriors? I’m no hero.Ā 

The content must be respected. I clicked.

Oh damn, this is serious stuff. You’re not allowed to capitalize Nouns for no reason, I’ve had both common sense and editors tell me that. But it looked like I would be safe in this particular case, scoring a mild 1.5 out of 4 on their safety rubric. (+1 gaming addiction, 0.5 for aggressive gaming-related odors.) I clicked again.

Ā 

My dream girl is a two way tie between 1) my wife, whom I love, and 2) a sexy librarian who acts and looks like me in all ways. Still. It’s a game. Escapism. As I was doing this to escape from my normal, highly seductive life, I had no use for a seducer. I had little immediate preference between a mage and warrior, but decided on the mage because I figured she’d look more like me.

Easy, solo, no-one must ever know my shame. Also, nice text centering in the buttons, idiots, respect your craft.

Tremendous! This game supports the most widely supported browser in the god damned world. I will admit to being genuinely relieved here seeing this would be a browser based game, because I was not at all kidding about my fears of installing a Bitcoin mining worm. I was already, what, five clicks into this bit, and any more commitment than that might have killed me.Ā 

I clicked again, landing on a sign up page. This was expected. It’s hard to do much on the Internet without signing up now. I filled in the pertinent details.

I was running out of patience. Several seconds earlier, I had set off on a voyage promising tremendously well-equipped artillery-women perched on the banks of a river. Would they accidentally get sopping wet? From the amount I was beginning to lift my shirt, it was clear what answer I was hoping for.Ā 

I clicked one more time.

Oh what absolute shenanigans is this? A download? Click To Install? NONSTANDARD UI WITH A BRIGHT GREEN CHECKMARK!? This sponsored content has been dishonest to me! Not a great start to our relationship, Fuck-Archers of Cryptoguard.

And now at last I could see what I was getting into. This is Raid: Shadow Legends, a freemium game I’d heard of by reputation, famous mainly for its terrible ads that prey on the horny, people with gambling addictions, and morons, and I’m way too deep into this sentence to stop now that I realize what that says about me. I quickly clicked install before I could learn more about myself.

Three separate download screens later…

…yeah, fuck you.

And I was in.

Yeah, this is not what was promised. This ice gentleman, whatever other qualities he might possess, having a glorious ass is not one of them. Spear-lad I’ll give a seven, but I’m expecting more from someone soon.

Oh, hi, yes, I think there’s been a mistake, I already chose my champion, “Mage” several clicks ago.

The game itself began, and it was, you know, ok. Which, honestly, was about one million times better than I’d been expecting, though still not the sturdily-reared arbalest simulator I was hoping for.

But no joke, that basically looks like a video game. Like if you showed this to your grandpa, he’d say it’s a videogame and then look at you pityingly, wondering where it all went wrong with our generation. Maybe it was a mistake to stop spraying pesticides over schools. Maybe it softened us up too much. ā€œGrandpa?ā€ you’d ask, but he’d just ease the brakes off his wheelchair and roll quietly backwards down a hill.

I’ve gotten off track a bit. Anyways, despite this thing’s general video-game ā€œflavor,ā€ if you’ve played games before, you’re probably seeing the same thing I am. This is a “free-to-play” game, a genre famous for involving none of those words whatsoever. Telltale signs include the thousand different energy meters and currencies and gems at the top, all of which can be quickly supplemented with the exchange of real money.

Or Canadian money, which is close.

In short, this has the look of a video game without really being one, like someone wearing a suit made of the skin of their victims. Where a video game uses all these buttons and characters to generate fun, this game generates bile and shame. I set into this hoping to play an ass game with my shirt off, and now I feel dirty.

Worse, the game isn’t even terrible! Like if it was shamelessly bad, it wouldn’t be worth the time to think about. But it’s not! There’s combat, and RPG elements, and cutscenes, and everything has credible voice over, and the female characters aren’t wearing very many clothes. It’s a proper video game. Someone has invested money in this. And then wrapped it in the game design equivalent of poisonous snakes.

It’s honestly the gaming version of the ad section on the website that led me here, another bullet point in the list of ways that media doesn’t work so good any more. You can’t just make an upskirt warrior game anymore without monetizing it within an inch of its life, sucking everything good out of it in the process.

I was sad now, yes more than before, and closed the game, then closed it again when it didn’t actually close, then closed it from my system tray. Awesome, thank you, Raid: Legends of DIstended Assholes.

And there I was, back where I started, at the basically legitimate news site and its swampy ad section. Back to my precious content. I examined the next link.

Well then. I guess I could… not click a link. I’d just closed a window without clicking all the links, I could possibly do it again. That sounds like a thing happy people do. I see them all the time, smiling and laughing in pictures on better web pages than this one. They seem like they don’t click on links to a scam filled worlds of massively-assed fisher-women.

But I’m no hero.

Chris Bucholz is a former Cracked columnist, author of Freeze/Thaw and Severance, lead writer of Star Control: Origins, and the feature star of many people’s dreams.

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Darktown Strutters: The Gangs

Darktown Strutters is… I hesitate to even call it a movie, since that seems so reductive of the experience, but if I must define it somehow, I suppose that word is as inadequate as any other. Here are more words that wither and die in the presence of Darktown Strutters: It’s billed as a blaxploitation science fiction musical comedy, but it’s really a jigsaw puzzle of barely connected scenes that all seem to violently disagree on what movie they’re in. Watching Darktown Strutters is like watching 7,183 bizarre short films that all share the same costumes and setpieces, which were stolen from some kind of extremely racist circus. 

Darktown Strutters is at spiritual war with itself. It’s a hell of a lot of fun – big dance numbers! Colorful characters! Wacky fast-forward chase scenes! And it is also deeply upsetting. There are several zany attempted rapes, more blackface than a Stanford Halloween party, and at one point our heroine attempts to give a robot an abortion. There are images here that will plant ghosts in your brain. It is without question that you will have a good time watching Darktown Strutters, and it is without question that your pineal gland will need an exorcism afterward. So welcome, then, to the first ever multi-part Hot Dog Extravaganza! For Nerding Day, we will explore the bizarrely themed gangs of Darktown Strutters like they were rejected from an all-black River City Ransom for being too unbalanced.

For Upsetting Day, well… let’s not think about Upsetting Day. That’s 48 entire hours from now. You could be dead by then! You should be dead by then! That way you’d never have to pay for all the fun you’re about to have! 

A quartet of strong black women dressed like a parody sketch about Mardi Gras. They take no sass, which is wildly hypocritical since they are nothing but sass. 

Passive ability: Trike Transformation

The Darktown Strutters each have a custom three-wheeled motorcycle that can evade all pursuit. This is because they can only be seen from a great distance, or from behind, since every time they ride they magically transform into large black stuntmen. 

Special Move: The Getup Getdown

Boss Fight: Flash 

Baby brother and practitioner of African Karate, which he learned from a door-to-door salesman.

Flash’s Primary Method of Travel: Karate

An all-black motorcycle club whose every member was ripped, screaming, from an entirely different time period. They do not own motorcycles, though they do call scooters motorcycles. They also only own one scooter, and cannot ride it. The Batch are like black Smurfs, in that they are named after their one personality trait. Mellow is mellow, Wired is wired, and VD, true to theme, has venereal diseases. Man in Hat is a man in a hat.

Passive Ability: Funky Twitching

The Batch can evade all grappling moves since the director demanded that none of them ever stand still, even for a moment. 

Special Move: The Zany Rape Attempt

Boss Fight: Philo Raspberry

Private Detective who does no detecting, or anything else. He plays a tiny piano and enjoys being kidnapped.

Philo Raspberry’s Special Item Drop: Poor Quality Champagne

Klansmen that appear out of nowhere, for purposes that are never explained, and often forget to do anything before they vanish from the scene. For example, see above: That is the entirety of their first appearance in the film. Four pop out of a trailer, then two magically appear on bikes, and all are gone by the next cut without doing or saying anything. 

Passive Ability: Motocross Mania

The Surprise Road-Klan gain double-speed when on bikes, but always forget who they are pursuing in favor of doing sweet motocross tricks.

Special Move: Birth of a Nac-Nac

Boss Fight: Sky Hog

A Colonel Sanders-like character, he runs a barbecue joint as a front for a white power cloning operation. This may be the plot of the actual movie, but the plot does not get enough screen time to be certain.

Sky Hog’s Primary Method of Travel: Tiny Cape Flap

Like many other gangs, characters, and important plot points from the movie, this single brief scene is the entirety of their only appearance. They steal the film as easily as they steal something, probably, from the building they exploded with that bazooka.

Passive Ability: Style, Style, Style 

The Hot Pink Bazooka Pimps are the Boba Fett of Darktown Strutters. They do nothing and presumably die stupidly, but you will still fall in love.

Special Move: R.P.B. (Rocket Propelled Backhand)

Boss Fight: Casabah Volt

Drives around with his harem in a city bus converted to look, inside and out, like a sultan’s palace.

Casabah Volt’s Special Item Drop: Inexplicable Full Desk Typewriter

Found strolling darkened parks and grungy alleyways in formation, they are always singing barely recognizable Motown hits in a vaguely menacing manner.

Passive Ability: Aggressive Serenade 

The A Capella Ramblers’ ultimate destination is your face, which they will sing straight into like it’s a fleshy microphone. All targets receive -2 to Panty Integrity. 

Special Move: The Down Low High Note

Boss Fight: Dog Pimp

Dog Pimp is always seen leading the A Capella Ramblers like a herald. He is physically incapable of being anything less than pimpalicious. 

Dog Pimp’s Unique Companion: Pimp Dog

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