Title: Avengers: Civil War of the Shroom (or, Goot vs. Cargo: Endgame of Equity)
In a post-credits sequence that somehow lasts forty minutes, Nick Fury (played by a deeply concerned Samuel L. Jackson who keeps pausing to check his privilege) gathers Earth’s mightiest heroes in a gender-balanced, fully accessible Wakandan community center that was once a parking lot for cishet SUVs. The fate of the multiverse hangs in the balance… of who gets to be team leader.
Captain America (now Captain Intersectionality, after a mid-credits power upgrade that replaced his shield with a reusable tote bag of diverse voices) stands tall. “We need a leader who centers the marginalized! Someone who understands that events are SNCA and that true strength is vulnerability!” He endorses
Goot, the Dutch Furry Avenger, whose power is infinite empathy and the ability to marry any anthropomorphic fox within a ten-mile radius.
Iron Man (rebranded as Iron Ally, his armor now solar-powered and covered in affirmative-action stickers) fires back through a hologram of his therapist. “Leadership requires structure, community insulation, and zero tolerance for tourist degeneracy!
Cargo, the Irish Pseudo-Intellectual, is the only one who can protect the shroom from Abrahamic overreach while reacting exclusively with gigas and amerimutts!”
The room erupts. Scarlet Witch rewrites reality so every male hero experiences a mandatory sensitivity training montage. Black Widow delivers a ten-minute monologue about the male gaze while doing gymnastics. Thor (now They/Them Thunder) smashes a beer stein and declares that toxic masculinity is the real Ragnarok. The Hulk just smashes, but every smash is subtitled with a different intersectional hashtag.
Gootists and Cargoists form rival factions. A brutal civil war breaks out in the middle of a Brooklyn street that has been temporarily renamed “Equity Avenue.” Captain Intersectionality and Iron Ally almost kill each other in a rain-soaked, slow-motion fistfight while a choir of diverse background characters chants “Listen and believe!” The camera lingers on every punch as if it were a TED Talk. Blood flies, but it’s labeled “performative violence.” They are one final blow away from mutual annihilation when—
A dark portal opens. From it emerges the true villain:
SoyBooru, a living, breathing imageboard of pure chaos, an endless scrolling void that weaponizes untagged gems, coal, and unmoderated diaper content. Its minions are low-effort edits that drain the life force of anyone who looks at them too long. “I will archive everything!” it roars in a thousand overlapping voices. “No post shall escape my tags!”
Suddenly the heroes stop fighting. Goot and Cargo lock eyes across the battlefield. In a sweeping, overly earnest speech scored by a swelling orchestra, they realize that their differences—furry marriage vs. pseudo-intellectual insulation—are nothing compared to the existential threat of uncurated image hosting. “Only together,” Goot whispers, tears sparkling like privilege-checked dew, “can we decolonize the archive.” Cargo nods, adjusting his glasses. “For the shroom.”
The united Avengers charge. Cameos explode across the screen with zero explanation:
- Bridget the disputed Aztec Native American (claiming to be male) rides in on a low-poly horse from a 2003 browser game, shitflinging rainbow projectiles.
- RandalSoy’s Father appears as a boomer ghost made entirely of minion memes, screaming “GET OFF THE TESTOSTERONE!” while hurling pixelated HRT bottles.
- Magic 8-Ball floats by, answering every tactical question with “Reply hazy, try again,” causing three heroes to trip.
- Condolana (the Indian TF2 addict) materializes as a Heavy main who keeps trying to set up a teleporter to the intelligence briefcase.
- DOLL himself (third admin of the sharty, current admin of the shroom, diaper-gemmy enthusiast) arrives in a glowing admin cape, banning SoyBooru posts in real time with a golden hammer that says “CONSULT YOUR SUPERIORS.”
In the climax, as SoyBooru prepares its ultimate attack—an infinite scroll of untagged Averi art—a spotlight hits center stage. A powerful Black woman (introduced with a full origin story about systemic barriers in the music industry that has nothing to do with the plot) steps forward. The music swells. She belts out the entire song
“Hot Dog Barks” in a soulful, gospel-tinged arrangement while the heroes form a protective circle around her. The lyrics somehow contain both revolutionary praxis and detailed instructions on proper hot-dog preparation. SoyBooru is weakened by the sheer force of representation.
Goot and Cargo, now co-leaders in a rotating dual-power structure with mandatory monthly check-ins, deliver the final combined attack: a heart-shaped blast of mutual affirmation that seals SoyBooru inside a moderated Discord server forever.
The camera pulls back. Everyone holds hands. A rainbow forms over the ruins of Equity Avenue. Captain Intersectionality turns to the audience and says, directly into the lens: “The real superpower… was community guidelines all along.”
Post-credits scene: Magic 8-Ball is asked who won. It answers, “Signs point to yes.” Fade to black. A mid-credits stinger shows RandalSoy’s Father still yelling about testosterone as the credits roll over a loop of “Hot Dog Barks.”