Muirchertach

This cowboy ain't bluffing. One look, one line, and you're already checkmated.

Death comes blazing — and he brought the good stuff.

A mustache made of chaos, pixels, and good taste.

The undead have risen… and they're here to shred.

Even intergalactic lifeforms need a smoke break.

First they came for your planet… now they’re just chillin’.

This duck didn’t just lose its marbles—it deep-fried them.

When evolution glitches mid-duck.

The face of every soul before coffee kicks in.

Maximum quack. Minimum sanity.