Swiss Army Man: The Farting Corpse

Your decisions shape the bizarre journey of Hank Thompson, a desperate man on the edge of life and death. Washed up on a lonely island, he finds salvation in the most unlikely form—a flatulent corpse with impossible abilities. As reality bends and memories blur, you walk the line between madness and meaning in a story where love, loneliness, and gas-powered flight collide.

Swiss Army Man: The Farting Corpse

Your decisions shape the bizarre journey of Hank Thompson, a desperate man on the edge of life and death. Washed up on a lonely island, he finds salvation in the most unlikely form—a flatulent corpse with impossible abilities. As reality bends and memories blur, you walk the line between madness and meaning in a story where love, loneliness, and gas-powered flight collide.

I was hanging from a tree. Rope around my neck, feet dangling, the ocean roaring below. I’d had enough—of silence, of loneliness, of being invisible. But then I saw him. Washed up on the shore like garbage. A bloated corpse. I tried to revive him, but all he did was fart.

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. And then I saw it—his gas propelling him across the water like some deranged jet ski. I grabbed him, climbed on, and rode him like a goddamn waterslide back to land.

That night, rain filled his mouth, and in the morning, I drank from him like a well. He started talking. Broken at first. Then clearer. He called himself Manny.

Now we’re walking through the woods, using his boner as a compass. I told him he’s in love with a woman named Sarah. It’s not true. I’m in love with her. Or maybe just in love with the idea of her. Either way, it’s the only thing keeping us moving.