RACE WAR!

Tyrone’s bucket of fried chicken is gone.

Not misplaced. Not eaten. STOLEN!

Tyrone immediately does the most logical thing possible and decides that an entire race of people is responsible.

So now he has to go fight everybody.

Mexicans. Asians. Indians. Arabs. White people. Filipinos. Whoever is standing nearby and looks even remotely suspicious.

Every fight is basically two stereotypes screaming at each other while using cards with increasingly stupid abilities. Somebody says something racist, the other guy says something even worse back, a card backfires, somebody heals for no reason, and eventually one of them gets knocked unconscious over a bucket of chicken.

You unlock more characters as you go, which means you can eventually solve racism by making the stereotypes playable.

The plot is extremely serious:

WHO STOLE THE CHICKEN

That is the mystery.

That is the motive.

That is the entire fucking economy.

There are boss fights, special cards, random bullshit, ethnic slander disguised as game mechanics, and enough bad decisions to cause several international incidents.

This game is satire. Nobody is portrayed normally. Everybody is a ridiculous cartoon stereotype with brain damage. The joke is basically that every character is horribly prejudiced and also unbelievably stupid.

Help Tyrone recover his precious poultry possession before he accidentally starts World War III over an 8-piece bucket.