Joemama is Joe Swanson's African ancestor, who appeared in "Untitled Griffin Family History". He, like his descendant, is paraplegic, paralyzed from the waist down. In lieu of a wheelchair, he used a wild boar as his method of mobility. His best friends were Nate Griffin and Quagdingo. The three were captured by Cleveland from South Carolina, and brought to the American British colonies, along with Tobi, Ali Williams, and the African ancestors of Tom Tucker and Diane Simmons. It is unknown what became of Joemama following the arrival in the new world. The status of the wild boar is unknown as well.
To be fair, you have to have a very high understanding of games and art to appretiate Undertale. The humor is easy to catch, but without a solid grasp of the exensive history of videogames, and heavy knowledge of ALL RPGs, the true jokes will go over a typical player's head. There's also San's nihlistic outlook and existentialist outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterisation - his personal philosophy draws heavily from the likes of Friedrich Nietzsche and Albert Camus, for instance (both who's ideals have transformed extensive amounts of characters in current time's gaming culture). The true fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual and mental capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these jokes, to realize they're not just funny - they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike Undertale truly ARE idiots - of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the humour in Papyrus always craving attention, which itself is a cryptic reference to Shigesato Itoi's RPG epic Mother 3. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Toby Fox's genius unfolds itself on their computer screens. What fools... how I pity them. 😂 And yes, by the way, I DO have an Undertale tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the ladies' eyes only - And even then they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 playthroughs of my own (preferably lower) beforehand.
I smirked “That’s it? Ha! gen wunner” Instantly all of the air was sucked out of his lungs. I laughed, and proceeded to name all 802 Pokemon, what levels they evolve at, when they learn all of their moves, what all of the moves do, every Pokédex entry and their current most meta smogon build. With every new fact his body decomposed at a faster and faster rate, until he was nothing more than a pound of dirt. But I was not feeling merciful that day. I used a max revive on him, and proceeded to cause every one of not only his bones, but everyone within 18 generations of him’s bones to dissolve into a fine powder (including mine) He begged me to stop but I kept going. I recounted every piece of rule 34 Pokemon art to date, along with its exact time of creation and what specific fetishes it appeals to, no matter how niche. I then proceeded to jerk off to each and every one right there in front of him. So yeah I guess you could say I’m a Pokémon master. 😎
