The Cake of Infinite Death glitch is an extremely tragic glitch in Super Mario Galaxy that can be seen by reaching a Mission 3 Launch Star in Mission 1 of Toy Time Galaxy. Luigi will be launched towards a cake, but miss, and be trapped in a death loop until his lives run out.
This is the ladies’ room right outside of Professor Fig’s classroom where a shitter has been employed as an adjunct Potions professor. You know Hogwarts made that shitter audit all its classes because “shitters can’t get Ph.Ds” and then paid it the entry-level salary of a TA or some crap, because it is clearly brewing something sketchy as an act of sedition. No no, Headmaster, this potion can certainly be consumed, it’s just that it can only be consumed once.
By the Tomes! Behold, the four mighty Houses of Magic that form the foundation of the Wizarding World! Clockwise from the top left, they are as follows:
Gryffindor! Only the purely brave and daring could find this shitter that has three entrances, and how many bathtubs with zero privacy? This is crap, sorry, this is like the same conditions the kids in Annie were dealing with. Just because it’s carven wood and bronze dolphin-shaped doorknobs doesn’t make it lux.
Next the sinister shitter of Salazar Slytherin! There’s a special faucet in here that has been vandalized and we all know what that’s for. Idk, it just looks like Pointy S to me. What is going on with that situation in the stall? This isn’t any place to read quietly or study or learn, it’s in a dungeon, but the flowers do make it kinda nicer. Another shitter in this same spot is a Puddlemere United superfan with posters plastered all over it.
Third we see the best shitter ever from the best house of all, Ravenclaw of course. Shiny! The bathtubs are the best in the entire map, no contest. They have private alcoves with sparkly curtains and places to keep towels right next to the tubs, really making Gryffindor look like a subclass of Barbarian by comparison. In a move that ought to scandalize a small subset of the population, I was able to gain entry into both the men’s and the ladies’ rooms. They each have shitter stalls with a special glyph etched onto the frames. I am pretty sure it’s a way to send secret messages between the rooms. “D-O Y-O-U H-A-V-E T-P”, for instance.
The last one is just what you’d expect. No shitter for Hufflepuff. If that’s your house, I’m sorry, you got screwed once again.
What in the upper crust, old money, trust fund tyrant hell? Yeah, it’s lovely in this place, but it’s rank-locked to Prefects. First-years may not shit here. It has two toilets, here’s one of them. Exclusive, yet, I don’t like how far away from the bathtub they keep the towels. Imagine slipping and breaking your face on that marble pillar just trying to get dry? Speaking of which, this decor strongly implies this was once a branch of JP Morgan Chase. Not sure what the function of the pearl in the alcove is, or why it gets a special chair. The murlocs in the far end giving bedroom eyes spout water when you turn a knob. The bathtub is gorgeous, but also bombastically huge. How many people are meant to be in this at any given time? I think each faucet is supposed to be a different kind of soap, but couldn’t you just verbally tell one faucet in a normal-sized tub what kind of soap you wanted? Saponifica Strawberry-Kiwiosa!
At Vault 81, worlds collide. Troupes of vagabond traders pass by here each day, hoping the bottle caps they earn weigh less than the goods they trekked here to sell. Agronomists attempt to boost food yields in soil that is mostly ash. Even little kitty cats come and go, heeding only the call of the wild. But regardless if you’re a rag-clad weather-hardened peddler with a 2-headed pack beast or if you’re a plump, vault-snug dandy, you both use the same rust-proof tapered steel bucket to make your shitter go flush. That’s the egalitarianism built right into the dystopia!
In the real world, the first cat in space was Félicette, hurled into the void by France in 1963. But in the Fallout universe the first cat in space was Mr. Pebbles and this kyoot shrine to him is located in Goodneighbor in a warehouse that a Cockney robot bartender paid me to fumigate of all life. In addition to that, the warehouse features a human litter pail tucked in a semi-secluded shitter alcove devoid of any comfort whatsoever. Triggerman Chic!
But you don’t have to live like this. You have options! Before heading back out into the wasteland, stop at this community shitter right in the public square. I think they’re going for a ‘Dealzzz changing room’ aesthetic.
Introducing the Silent Hill 2-Inspired Pillow, a hauntingly comfortable tribute to one of the most iconic (and oddly specific) objects in psychological horror history. This isn’t just a gag—it’s real and it has a hidden message that glows in the dark. You can actually pre-order it. But only for 7 days. After that, it vanishes into the fog forever.
At what point do you just wonder why are you even IN this HOTEL, JAMES? This is an old burned down ruin with a shitter that looks absolutely shocked to still have a toilet seat. Submitted by our extreme brigadier, ILikeSocks!
From bucket brigadier ILikeSocks! Much more than just satisfactory, from the game Satisfactory: “Fuck me this game is very addicting despite being a massive time waster. This game called Satisfactory where you get dropped on a planet and build a factory. This pooper is in the main hub building, one of the first things you build. Well really, it was building the building around the shitter. The shitter just came as a automatic bonus. You can also flush materials down the toilet.”
