If a group of postmen had a very pixelated trauma, overdosed on grains, then started their own football club, you'd get the fukfc.

The postmen that can fly like borbs, get nerfed like elves, get stubbed like Chris' toes, get punched hard like Rocky could, and still be left standing. They are the ultimate human specimen.

A cultural and aesthetic mind-state that prioritizes making money, even as an “underground” or “radical” creator. The work isn’t made for money, but it’s the money that matters the most.