Fun Church

"'The best way to describe American Odyssey? I've only seen World Peace twice'- FODCOM, FunChurch (Season 1 Episode 5)" FunChurch (often stylized as "FC") is an internet podcast/cult developed by American Odyssey Entertainment and Hosted on Twitch. Featuring Noah Munck, Ashton Tate, Ben Lunato, FODCOM, and Spencer Collins; the show is full of fun, family friendly games, goofs, guests and surprises that ought to be green-lighted for 15 seasons on Adult Swim right next to MDE:World Peace - imagine a live SADWORLD video stretched out to an hour or two in Noah's garage. A standard epsiode usually consists of the boys acting/improvising out characters within some theme, with new guests (often homeless people), and original bumpers that play on loop during intermissions. Often, the cast will take calls from the audience. So far, only a single season of the podcast has been produced, with no plans in the works for a second.

FunChurch also includes work (music, graphics, editing) from Invisible Robot Hands (IRH), PORTALS, WifiHermit (Gabe Beyer), Matt Burrows, and Arto A. Fedsmoker is also associated with FunChurch, but isn't included in the official credits.

Fun Church Original Intro Copypasta
the world is a sick place and someone needs to buy cream for it's ringworm. most people nowadays do not have the blood pressure needed to open their mouths. communication has mutated into unrecognizable gravy slathered permanently over a hedonistic nihilist cockworld. we have grandmothers hooked up to bicycle pumps so they don't collapse like a front lawn jackolantern, begging for death in between cycles of analog tv and hugging imaginary grandchildren. medicine balls are used for tanning lotion. there's currently a toddler on a detroit street corner selling their body for kid cuisine because their mom smokes dial dish soap out of a pvc pipe given the nature of humanity, people should be ordered to fall into two categories: people who think jimmy fallon is funny, and people who are correct too many people try to expand out their asshole to contain bigger pieces of plastic but they should instead try to expand their move-list to contain bigger combos, and not the kind you get from mcdonalds/fischer price menus tell your sister to stop iphone chargers into her vag like a pair of duplo blocks. her kids are gonna be thunderbolts. steve jobs is going to rise from the grave and give you a call, "hey, thanks for rolling out the new wave of thunderbolt!      all it cost was your sister's ethernet-virginity!       im steve jobs, so i have and       we need some sweet noggin-data to trade for chinese shrinking cream" this timeline has not granted us the sustained blessings of grace, adrenaline, or power. fat lesbian twitter artists with a trillion titty-followers draw comics about their tasteful fursonas having intercourse with gaping holes and bad attitudes, flicking their dim beans like a faulty light switch to their own work corn oil autism comas, angry bed-wetting and night-time talk-shows are the d-minus results of the american experiment: a PSYOP legacy of LSD diet cherry coke and mutated sperm cells. the capacity for wisdom has been blasted out the back of a holographic JFK skull and the metal gear solid bad ending across wide-eyed children sipping caffenated soy-beer and chewing on tonka trucks now must rear it's retarded head. they're gonna get driven to school in FEMA vans to prevent super-rape. the bus driver, gala goodwater, lawnmower aficionado, and one of the last living fans of nascar gets shot by an off-duty street cleaner who just happened to have a loaded gun and go berserk. what do we do now? where do we go now? no more talking. no money, no women, no glory, and no smoking. it's called fun church and you better remember the name, because I'm not going to remember it for you.