The Last Hop

Welcome to the post-apocalypse wasteland! Humans? Long gone. Vegetables? Now money. Society? Run by humanoid animals with enough attitude problems to power a small nuclear reactor. And then there’s you - a big cheerful rabbit-person whose brain mostly runs on caffeine, chaos, and blind luck. You fear nothing. Mostly because you forget to. With your arsenal of “totally lethal, trust me bro” items - rubber bullets, holy rusty forks, and cola-mentos grenades that have a 98% chance of making everything worse - you hop bravely (and loudly) across a world where danger exists, but only to the extent that it makes the universe giggle.