Fast Food: Stories of the Underpaid: A Roleplaying Fast Food Chain Game - Games

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKYXmjfQY4U[/media] [img]http://i.cubeupload.com/WGA8Xp.jpg[/img] [quote]Set in the year 2XXX, a grand reopening of Butterbean Ranch has laid a new employment spree for the suckers dumb enough to join in. With only 10 dollars an hour nobody can resist Butterbean's Favorite Butter/Kebab/Burger combo. With new management and upcoming competition the new workers of Butterbean Ranch will have to work their asses off or else face getting [highlight]FIRED![/highlight][/quote] Welcome to Fast Food: Stories of the Underpaid: A Roleplaying Fast Food Chain Game, where you spend your miserable life in a Fast Food joint founded by horrible people. You get to work with people of various culture and different experiences. Although you may hate other you have to work together to prevent from getting fired by your manager and defeat other fast food chains from buying out the local business. There will be people from all over who will try out your [del]shit[/del] delicious food. There will be a manager and an assistant manager who will oversee the restaurant. If any employee sees them abusing their power they can always [del]kill them via RNG[/del] call the founder who can fire them and replace them. Make the Founder proud and do your best to help out the restaurant as much as you can while scenarios attempt to fuck up the business. Have fun and welcome to Butterbean Ranch! [b]NEVER TOO LATE TO JOIN![/b] Management - [b]CLOSED[/b] [quote] [del]Main Manager[/del] Taken by Deathgrunt [del]Assistant Manager[/del] Taken by NightmareX91 [/quote] Character Creation [quote]Name: Picture(optional): Date Of Birth: Position: Race: Biography: [/quote] General Rules 1. Don't ask for a raise. 2. Be nice to your players. 3. Crossover Media is allowed. 4. Battle to the Death via RNG by GM is allowed. 5. Don't fuck the mascot, Betty Butterbean. Butterbean Ranch Restaurant: [b]Kitchen[/b] [b]Stock[/b] [highlight]The Freezer[/highlight] [b]Staff Quarters Mr Plinkett's Office Restrooms Cook Line Happy Hour Bar Drive Thru Window Dining Areas Mr Plinkett's Play Area Basement Service Counter A Smoking Room.[/b] PLAYERS Qaus - Richard Sherman - Cornerback Deathgrunt - Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho - Main Manager F T - Meatmongoloid - Children's Mascot/Food NightmareX91 - Rodney Long-Schlong - Assistant Manager Al Bundy - Mickey Garcia - Cross-trained Cashier and Food Prep kilerabv - Frank "Treshman" Raynolds - Garbage disposal/recycling Damian0358 - Herman Bagley - Frycook and kebab maker Viper123_SWE - Vadim "Rush B" Sukakov - Tech Specialist and Dishwasher Svinnik - Kevin Stadler - Janitor/Fry Cook Otterman - Misty Copperfield - Waiter SniperComZero - 2nd Lt. Colby "Longarcher" Terry - Cashier Sobotnik - Mike "Mussolini built my Lamborghini" Stoklasa - Repairman, customer service. Infab - James "Moon Man" Moon - Restaurant/Bar Entertainment Griffster26 - "Uncle Pete" Peter Ellsberg - Bartender/Janitor iamgoofball - Slab Bulkhead - Line Cook/Front Counter SniperComZero - Jay "Can't tolerate the gay" Bauman - Repairman, Customer Service Radley - Joseph "Joe" Briggs - Griller esk0 - Artyom Blyatskovitch - Bar bouncer, resident gopnik Hunter-Spy - Hunter McBartlett - Dish/Sanitation evilweazel - Taeryn Kal'Dem - Cook, Head of Security (volunteer) Gary Spivey- Bucephelus "Bubba" Johnson - Salad tosser

[QUOTE=doomevil;50886105]3. Crossover Media is allowed.[/QUOTE] Name: Richard Sherman [T]http://i.imgur.com/gCD7XDS.jpg[/T] Date of Birth: 1988.3.30 Position: Cornerback Race: Black Biography: Sherman's outspoken personality, tendency for making big plays, and his frequent trash-talk have seen him become one of the NFL's most well known players. In January 2014, he garnered national attention with a post-game interview made immediately after his tipped pass ensured the Seahawks a victory over the San Francisco 49ers in the 2013 NFC Championship game, in which he labeled himself the "best corner in the game" and called San Francisco receiver Michael Crabtree, to whom the decisive pass had been thrown, a "sorry" receiver. Sherman was featured on the cover of Madden NFL 15.

Name:[B][I]Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho[/I][/B] [Img]http://i.imgur.com/nvpuU.gif?noredirect[/Img] Date Of Birth: Before the present. Position: Main Manager Race: Black Biography: Porn superstar, five-time Ultimate Smackdown wrestling champion, Old spice bodywash media superstar and the 69th President of America, Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho. Has chosen that after his highly [del]disastrous[/del] bitchin term as the President, that he would make the fast food industry in his home slice country great again.

[t]http://www.halloween.de/files/2013/04/john-dies-at-the-end_szenenbild_12.jpg[/t] Name: "Meatmongoloid." Date of birth: Sometime after the restaurant was established. Race: Beef. Position: Children's Mascot/Food. Biography: Deep within the freezer of Butterbean Ranch, where the patties sleep and the chicken nuggers rest, lies the creature known to it's employees as the "Meatmongoloid". The Meatmongoloid is a semi-sentient collection of all the scraps of rejected beef and cow parts that were not able to be refitted into burger meat. It's chained onto the walls of the freezer and is occasionally brought out to entertain the small children that dare set their tiny feet into the abattoir of hope that is the Butterbean Ranch.

Name: Rodney Long-Schlong Picture(optional): [t]http://orig12.deviantart.net/5833/f/2014/225/5/b/me__mc_ride__stefan_burnett__by_mcrideniggerdicks-d7v2fur.jpg[/t] Date Of Birth: May 10th 1978 Position: Assistant Manager Race: Black Biography: Rodney B. D. Long-Schlong is a man who's capable of screaming furiously at all times. He is easily angered and has spent years of his life running at high speeds through the desert, and now he finds himself working at a fast food joint to add to his list of many endeavours he has undertaken in his life. His one goal is to make the ultimate static burger.

Name: Mickey Garcia Picture: [T]http://www.rd.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2016/06/25-fast-food-worker-wont-say-employee-pay.jpg[/T] Date Of Birth: July 7th 1997 Position: Cross-trained Cashier and Food Prep Race: Hispanic Biography: When child support stopped coming in when he turned 18, he was forced to find a job fast in order to pay for rent. His family, consisting of his disabled father and his younger twin sisters, felt guilty. But he assured them that he was okay with it, since he loves his job anyway. Currently enrolled in college to with the goal of becoming an English teacher. Secretly has a crush on Betty Butterbean.

[Need three more then we can start this grand opening.] ... Somewhere hidden in Butterbean Ranch laid a snoozing man in a wheelchair, drool coming from his wrinkled mouth and mucus down spiraled from his hairy nostrils. An alarm rang throughout the desk, catching the man by surprise, nearly choking. He broke the alarm in half using a wooden cane. Then the door opened, revealing a silhouette. "Hello, what was that?" The man in the wheelchair turned, attempting to make out the shadow. The silhouette turned on the lights, revealing an armored worker. "Yo, Mr. Plinkett. I gotta clean you up for the Grand Re-Re-Opening. Come on now." The individual pointed to the back, seeing Mr. Plinkett huddled up in his office and going back to sleep.The guy slapped the shit out of Mr. Plinkett's face, waking him up. "I'd rather watch my Night Court tapes in my office than to watch the grand opening. Was it Doug or Dung?" Plinkett pointed at the worker. "Doug. Come on, up you go." Doug pulled rolled Mr. Plinkett to the desk overlooking construction outside. "There you go Mr. Plinkett, I'll introduce the new batch of employees shortly after this. Then we'll prep everything." Doug rubbed his hands together, seeing the scattered tables and rancid floor while a huge cockroach sat on a chair. "Boy, I hope these new employees fit the correct racial category. Otherwise I think I might slit my wrists for the day. Where's that meat slob in case there's trouble heading our way." Plinkett asked, turning his wheelchair. "Should be at the freezer." Doug pointed at the back, while a rat crawled in, quickly taken away by the meat within the cold depths of The Freezer. Plinkett groaned, rolling up to the side and seeing several kids skateboarding. "Son of a bitch! Doug get those employees and prep for the store, I gotta shoot some kids!" Mr. Plinkett unzipped his front zipper, pulling out a large revolver, rolling out in the front door as gunshots rang. Doug shook his head, walking out to get the batch.

you had me after you said mr plinkett

Name:Frank "Treshman"Raynolds Picture(optional):[IMG]https://img.ifcdn.com/images/6cf7926fd037696bb9a92500407f99d15bea8b3fbfb367de98da52c7c60ed863_3.jpg[/IMG] Date Of Birth: 17.11.1944 Position:Garbage disposal/recycling Race:White Biography: After a long and hard carrer as the infamous Treshman, Frank looked into an alternate career path. One in fast food! He tried to apply to be the mascot, using his [URL="https://youtu.be/8e0NLxQJ55Y"]gimmick as a demo[/URL], he was shot down, but he still recieved a job. One in garbage disposal and he is goddamn good at it. Nobody knows how, but whatever garbage the treshman recieves, it's almost instantly gone.

Name: Herman Bagley Picture(optional): [IMG]https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/grumpy-old-man-19577484.jpg[/IMG] Date of Birth: August 24th, 1924 (70+) Position: Frycook and kebab maker Race: White (Grumpy) Biography: A veteran who served during the American occupation of Japan, he has mostly lived in the town of the newly reopened Butterbean Ranch (which he knew as Gyse). Now grumpy and old, remembering the times of when he worked for the original joint (a shitshow just like the new one), he decided to get himself a job at the fryer, for fries making, and the vertical rotisserie, for kebab making. He has a Japanese wife, three children and one bastard, and 13 grandchildren.

Name: Vadim "Rush B" Sukakov Picture: [t]http://yjsoon.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Hacker-stock-art-%E2%80%93-Boing-Boing.png[/t] Date of Birth: June 12, 1992 (24) Position: Tech Specialist and Dishwasher Race: Blyat Biography: Vadim left the Russian Federation by accident after celebrating the hacking of the NSA. After consuming twenty bottles of premium russian vodka he ended up passed out onboard a freight ship which took him all the way to central Europe. A few months later and he had ended up at the Butterbean Ranch, working illegally as a dishwasher while also providing local tech support. The balaclava has been surgically attached to his face.

Name: Kevin Stadler Picture(optional): [IMG]http://d13beo3f7vpmvd.cloudfront.net/wp-content/uploads/gallery/pga-late-night-superlatives/kevin-stadler.jpg[/IMG] Date Of Birth: March 18th, 1960 Position: Janitor/Fry Cook Race: White Biography: Used to have a prestigious golfing career until the fateful day when Rodney burst out of the woods during a tournament and beat him with a 7 iron for not giving him a quarter.

((THEY'RE BAAAAACK))

Name: Misty Copperfield Picture(optional): [t]http://i.imgur.com/eFWMjs6.jpg[/t] Date Of Birth: July 7th. 24 years old. Position: Waiter Race: White Biography: Always happy since she was a child, Misty had a gift for making others smile. The only person to brighten up your day, honestly. I mean, look at that smile. Anyways she has some money problems with the college she's going to, and the only way to make up for it is to work as a waiter at Butterbean Ranch. Might be just $10 an hour, but it pays for her expensive as fuck books. Best friends with Kevin Stadler.

Name: 2nd Lt. Colby "Longarcher" Terry Picture: [t]https://i.gyazo.com/94612891842cfe69b4315aadccdae4e9.png[/t] Date Of Birth: February 30th, 1989 Position: Cashier Race: Mysterious balaclavaman Biography: Colby had far too much money to throw around so he blew it all on cosplay gear and extraneous bullshit. Now he's strapped for cash so had to go to work for a shitshow fast food chain to claw back some of his hard-inherited money. He uses a voice changer to make his voice sound more deep, gravelly and [i]cool.[/i] Oh, and he also wants to find a hot girl to date and/or bone.

Name: Mike "Mussolini built my Lamborghini" Stoklasa [img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/3f8cf1b48a51d9edaf1aa986afa07e63/tumblr_mobw9s6VJg1r4g3wco1_540.jpg[/img] DoB: Nov. 14, 1978 Position: Repairman, customer service. Race: White Biography: Mike Stoklasa was a prominent independent movie maker who came to fame for his reviews of the Star Wars Prequels. After coming to Mr. Plinketts house with the intention of scamming him out of money for fixing the VCR he was instead roped into becoming an employee of Butterbean ranch.

Doug walked out of the restaurant seeing several gang members spray tag emblems, he shrugged it off and walked to a corner. He saw a batch of employees getting out of their cars. Doug pulled out a clipboard, seeing the confirmed positions. "Good morning, today you'll spend your full effort into making Butterbean Ranch into the greatest restaurant ever to serve the common. Today you'll get to meet and greet with your fellow coworkers and prep for Tonight's Grand Re-Re-Opening. Remember don't ask me questions and we'll work together fine. This way." Doug sighed, gesturing to the main layout of Butterbean, seeing the scattered napkins and cockroaches sitting on the chairs. "In Butterbean we got the Kitchen, the Stock, the Freezer, Staff Quarter, Mr Plinkett's Office, Mr Plinkett's Play Area, Restrooms, Cook Line, Sink, Service Counter, Cash Register, the Bar, and finally, a smoking room. Managers." He turned to both, raising an index finger, rubbing his chin. "Do whatever you think is best. I'm going to check up on Mr. Plinkett. In the mean time try to prep your equipment before Tonight's Grand Opening starts." Doug walked away, exiting out of the restaurant. Now it was up to the workers to figure out what they can do in a new work environment like this. Tonight's Grand Re-Re-Opening is hours away as hungry customers will soon test out the food at Butterbean Ranch. [b]GAME START[/b]

Vadim fell out of his rusty old [url=http://img.thesun.co.uk/aidemitlum/archive/01491/SNN1725LADA---5327_1491305a.jpg]Lada[/url] with a vodka bottle in one hand and a laptop bag in the other. "Blyat!" He got up and kicked the door shut before gathering with the rest of the employees for Doug's briefing. After Doug left, Vadim scanned the area and located the dishing area. He jokingly nudged Herman. "Cheeki breeki v damke!" He took a sip from his bottle, tossed it away and went to assume his position as dishwasher.

While the others were getting out of their cars, Rodney runs in shirtless at a high speed from the nearest desert, screaming at the top of his lungs. Before he arrives he takes out a black t-shirt and puts it on. He suddenly stops himself by Doug and finishes off his scream with "YUH!", leaving a trail of what appears be static behind him, although it can probably be shrugged off as your eyes fucking with you. He follows Doug into the building and gives a "YUH!" when told what to do.

Kevin is already inside the building, having arrived five minutes early like a responsible worker. He's checking his work station to make sure all of the ingredients he needs are there. Kevin frowns when he realizes that the manager forgot to order the donuts for his Donut Burger. Kevin uses his phone to call the nearest donut shop and order 5 dozen donuts on the restaurant's dime.

Mike Stoklasa walked carefully through the ruined restaurant caked in filth and with burnt vcr tapes of the Phantom menace "So [b]this[/b] is Mr Plinketts new scheme? No wonder the old bastard didn't pay me last time if he has no money. Maybe he took his VCR here? The one I've never, ever fixed?" He spied a telephone and sat down next to it, putting his feet up on the table and pulling out a beer before opening it and taking a sip. "Ok we just gotta wait for the phonecalls to come on in for old Mr. Plinkett. Hey did any of you see Space Cop?" The phone was not plugged in.

Name: James 'Moon Man' Moon [t]https://i.ytimg.com/vi/E0xq2Mh652A/maxresdefault.jpg[/t] Date of Birth: December 25th, 1966 Race: Moonman Position: Restaurant/Bar Entertainment Bio: Moon Man. You probably recognize him from those old 80's commercials that McDonalds used to air. That or that new 'vaporwave' craze that's been going around. Well, since the 80s (and the lawsuit that got his career with the company cut short), he's been roaming around the country. Playing for any restaurants that would have him. Eventually, he found his way to Butterbean Ranch, where he now plays the piano and sax for patrons of the restaurant and bar.

Herman was already out of his car, a Japanese second generation Daihatsu Midget, when Doug came out and greeted them all. He could already tell that things were going to get silly if they had a bar and a "play area" for their boss. As he began walking around the establishment, Vadim jokingly nudged him, spouting something in Russian that he didn't understand. Dirty Russians, never liked them. He picked up the bottle he tossed away, as he threw it into the trash. He walked around and then found the vertical rotisserie. Near the frying station, he could easily multitask and make his Japanese-style kebabs and his well-known fries at the same time. He looked around him to see if he would have anyone else working at the fryer. He heard another employee ask if anyone had seen Space Cop. He ignored them, assuming they spoke of Robo-Cop or something like that.

Frank walked inside the resturaunt and looked around. "Man this place is a dump. It looks like my ex-wife's ass after her new boyfriend was done with her. Know what I'm saying?" He said while looking at Colby.

[quote][media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cEuU64Zt4B0[/media] [/quote] Blared out of the enormous, beats by dye subwoofers within Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho's hummer double decker limo. It's patriotic display of colors quickly became the block's pale horse, it's sneakers shook the surrounding city block to it's foundations while the limo crushed whatever cars that stood before it on the road. Fortunately, none of his new employee's vehicles or themselves we're harmed. Both the audio and vehicular onslaught finally ended with Camacho parking his mechinacial monstrosity diagonally in the street in font of Butterbean.

Kevin notices Herman nearing the frying station and turns to him, extending his arm for a handshake. "Hi there, how ya doing? My name is Kevin, I think we're going to work together."

As Herman was setting up his condiments for his fries, he heard someone say something to him. He turned towards the voice, seeing some fat guy. [QUOTE]"Hi there, how ya doing? My name is Kevin, I think we're going to work together."[/QUOTE] Squinting his eyes in a bitter manner, he extended his own hand and shook Kevin's. "So, you new in the frying business?" he asked in a gravely tone.

"Well, this is my first fry cook job but my family always told me that I was a mean fryer. I figured that I was good enough to apply for a job and here I am!" Kevin smiles.

"Hm... alright," Herman judged the fatso for a moment, "What did you do before this? You look familiar."

Misty has 0 words for what lays before her. A mess that could only be described as abandoned. There needed to be a spring cleaning, and FAST. But first, who to talk to first? Who should be a friend of hers? As she looks around at the rag tag team of misfits, she begins to feel a sense of awfullness. Unless something changes, the store will close as soon as it opens. For now, she'll stay at the back, texting her friend about her "okay" first time experience in her new job.