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       | Boyfriend's death animation.
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Latest revision as of 23:46, 10 December 2024

Grandpa Death
Title Screen for Grandpa Death.
Initial ReleaseJune 17th, 2024
Type of ModOriginal
Credit
  • thisisniceboy (Former Director, Main Artist)
  • ChromaSen (Current Director, Main Programmer)
  • Matt$ (Main Composer)
  • Anonymous
EngineForever Engine
Development StatusReleased, Updating

Summary

Ever wanted to rap battle your GF's grandpa? No? Well, now's your chance to do so! Grandpa Death is a mod in which BF raps against Grandpa Death, GF's grandfather.

Plot

>GF's grandpa (on Mommy Mearest's side) finds out his daughter got the fuck roasted out of her.

>Decides he's gonna school your ass and takes you to the hell realm of death and despair.

>First song he's dressed up as the grim reaper and doesn't sing, instead using a scythe guitar to do wicked fucking gorillion notes while you barely do half of that.

>Second song he throws off his robe to reveal he's wearing a rockstar's suit, actually takes out a mic and sings, he's still pissed off at you.

>Third song he grows his hair back out of being fired up from your duel with him and it's a pompadour so he becomes demon skeleton elvis. his suit also lightens up.

>He realizes that you're basically fucking with daddy dearest by loving his granddaughter and he hates that fag because he was to him what the dad is to you, so he lightens up towards you.

>Third song is pure synchronicity between you and him, hard but still manageable. not a fuckton of shit notes like matt but still challenging.

Audio

Gallery

Download Links

Gamebanana Download

MEGA Download

Source Code