Ratpocalypse: Final Cheese Offer

Welcome to the end. Humanity fumbled the bag one too many times, and now the rats run the streets while a 20-ton murder machine audits our existence.

The air smells like burning regret and government cover-ups. The roads? More cracked than your uncle’s conspiracy theories. And the rats? Oh, they aren’t just surviving. They’re thriving—whispering in corners, plotting in squeaks and side-eyes, watching as we burn.

That mech in the distance? It’s not here to help. It doesn’t care about who’s right or wrong—only that the infestation ends. But the real question is… who’s the infestation now?

Your options:

1. Run (not happening).
2. Fight (hilarious).
3. Offer cheese, pray, and accept your place in the rodent empire.

Buybefore they find you. 🧀🔥 #Ratpocalypse