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

Doug saw Mr Plinkett waste all of his rounds into the wall, muttering. "Fuckin kids." "Mr. Plinkett. Put that big gun in your pants and let's go inside. We got work to do." Doug's armor clanged against Plinkett's wheelchair, making a u-turn straight to the entrance, walking towards his office. As soon as Plinkett sensed a presence, he turned right to left, pressing against a body. "Who's there?" Plinkett asked, Doug stared at two generic employees, standing down like stripper poles. "Who the fuck are you two?" The male waved, "Kouta." The female tilted her head "Lucy." Doug shook his head hearing Plinkett spout gibberish. Doug pointed towards the floor, watching the trash heap of a restaurant is. "Congrats you're both assigned to Custodian duty. Good luck." "GET OUTTA MY FACE!" Plinkett shouted, raising his cane to beat the two senseless on the heads, making them go away. Doug brought Plinkett to his office, seeing at least a dozen pill bottles around his desk. "Who's the managers we've hired?" He asked. Doug pulled out his clipboard, checking for specific individuals. Main manager is a guy named Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho. The assistant manager is Rodney Long-Schlong." "Then they better be the greatest managers ever or else I'm gonna have to fire them!" Plinkett shouted, heading towards his desk.

Rodney ignores everyone in the building and makes his way to the restrooms and heads into a cubicle, locking the door. He drops his pants and sits on the toilet, reading stuff on his phone while saying "it goes" repeatedly.

[QUOTE=Damian0358;50891011]"Hm... alright," Herman judged the fatso for a moment, "What did you do before this? You look familiar."[/QUOTE] Kevin beams. "Well, I used to be a professional golfer. I was damn good, pardon my French. Ever heard of Kevin Stadler? I had to stop after I was attacked at a tournament by a man and beaten badly."

Herman waggled his finger at Kevin. "Heh, knew that I recognized you from somewhere. One of my grandkids tried to get me into watching golf, and I saw a few of your games back then. While I never got into it, I did gain a sort of respect for you golf players. "Shame about your attack though," he told him, as he turned towards the fryers. "But frying is serious business. The fryer over there at the end, nearest to the vertical rotisserie? That's mine. I'm decently known in the area for my fries, back when I worked for this joint the last two times it was open."

Mike began rummaging under the desk. "Wow would you look at that, a tape called 'Anal-fisting prostitutes: Part 2' was sitting in this drawer along with some oxycodone. Boy it would be sure embarrassing if anybody saw this stuff at the grand opening of the restaurant." He opens the bottle and spills the pills onto his face, with roughly half of them being swallowed while the rest scatter over the floor. He then picks up the phone and dials into it before realising it doesn't work. "Every piece of crap in here is broken." He attempts to put the phone back in the holder but it topples out and clatters on the floor harmlessly.

Colby looks at Frank, emitting only low, heavy breathing as a response. Sounded kinda like a *PFFFFT* sound. He walks over to the cash registers, standing behind them and ignoring virtually everything as he stands there. Statue still. Unmoving... is he even breathing?

As most of the others were ether entering the building, or already inside getting used to their surroundings, a long black '72 Cadillac Coupe de Ville eased into the parking lot of the run-down restaurant. In the driver's seat, [B]THE MOON[/B]. Well, not actually the moon. [QUOTE][video=youtube;csvMrjvl__8]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csvMrjvl__8[/video][/QUOTE] The car comes to a stop in one of the various spots in front of the restaurant, and the music shuts off after a few moments. The door opens, and out steps Moon Man. He looks up at the Butterbean Ranch, adjusting his shades with a finger. "[I]...Squaresville, man.[/I]" he said simply, before heading towards the front door. He slipped his hands into his slacks' pockets, putting on a bright face. Gotta look good for the new job, regardless of how terrible the location may be.

As soon as Moon Man enters the doorway, Misty looks up from her phone, "Where am I..."

Meanwhile Lucy and Kouta got to work, staring at the floor from, trash all over the place. "Jeez, you'd think the people who founded this place would do a better job." Kouta sighed, shrugging. He founded a nearby broom and mop, tossing the mop towards Lucy. "Let's just make the best of it. I'm sure it can't be that bad right?" He asked Lucy who simply shrugged, dipping the mop into a bucket of water.

Rodney screams "YUH!" as he finishes off in the restroom, and he heads out. The restroom briefly turns to static before the door shuts. He looks around the room and spots Kevin. He tries to figure out where he remembers Kevin from, and he pinpoints it to two possible instances. He would run at a high speed over to Kevin, but as soon all that will be left of Rodney is his most primal desires, he opts for walking instead. "You... where do I know you from?"

Kevin pales. "Um, I think you're mistaking me for someone else."

Mike stares at Colby for a minute before speaking. "Well aren't you going to do something and get off your fat fucking lazy ASS? Jeez do something you bum"

Herman is a bit discomforted by Rodney's sudden appearance, but he quickly returns to normality. This doesn't really surprise him. Hearing what Mike said earlier, he breaks up the tension. "We should probably do something to clean the place up. We don't want to lose our jobs on the first day, right boys?"

Meanwhile, the two giant cockroaches around the Dining Area twitched their antennae, stabbing the tables with knives.

[quote]Kevin pales. "Um, I think you're mistaking me for someone else."[/quote] "I either beat the shit out of you for stealing my donuts back at IT, or I beat the shit out of you with a 7 iron for not giving me a quarter. Where's it at?"

Colby looks at the cockroaches intensely, before quickly drawing out two M1911 BB guns and firing at the cockroaches. A lot... he's gotta run out of BBs at some point, right?

Vadim sets up his laptop next to the sink and starts blasting the USSR national anthem in his tiny corner of the kitchen while carrying on with his duties. At the same time his computer is finishing up several hacks which he would sell for profit to teenage Counter-Strike and Call of Duty players.

[QUOTE=NightmareX91;50891330]"I either beat the shit out of you for stealing my donuts back at IT, or I beat the shit out of you with a 7 iron for not giving me a quarter. Where's it at?"[/QUOTE] "Both." Kevin whispers in fear.

The cockroaches quickly scattered outside the doors, but not before throwing their knifes into the cash register. The two knives collided against the metal, tearing apart the register in half.

"Hey hey hey, no one's getting beat up," Herman tried to break it up. "You want donuts and a quarter? I'll get you both if you don't kick this fatso's dick in."

Frank shakes his head as Colby leaves to do whatever he's doing. "Fucking weirdo." He then waddles over to Herman and says "Where's the tresh?"

"Look around. There is [I]treeeeeeeeesh[/I] everywhere," Herman told Frank.

[quote]Frank shakes his head as Colby leaves to do whatever he's doing. "Fucking weirdo." He then waddles over to Herman and says "Where's the tresh?"[/quote] Rodney points to Kevin when Frank asks where the tresh is. "Take shit where it ain't ever been."

[QUOTE=NightmareX91;50891385]Rodney points to Kevin when Frank asks where the tresh is. "Take shit where it ain't ever been."[/QUOTE] "I don't understand?"

Vadim tosses another empty vodka bottle in Frank's direction. It crashes with a loud bang. "RUSH MID BLYAT!"

Colby takes out a roll of military-grade duct tape (or what most people would call, tape with hello kitty stamped all over it), and haphazardly sticks the two halves back together again. He then proceeds to stand statue still again. Doing [i]nothing.[/i]

Name: "Uncle Pete" Peter Ellsberg Picture(optional): [URL="http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/uncyclopedia/images/9/9e/Hobo.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20070829205146"]This[/URL] Date Of Birth: January 15th, 1946 (70) Position: Bartender/Janitor Race: German-American Biography: Born in 1946, Pete lived most of his life in a shitty shotgun shack outside of town, often times smoking, drinking and cutting class until he got shipped off to Nam in '65 at age 19. He did nothing for the entirety of his tour except do enough drugs to destroy his brain 10 times over and banging enough women to create an entire generation of little Petes. He was dishonorably discharged and came back to the town, where he came to find his old shack had been burned to the ground. He swore vengeance against whoever burned down his shack and devoted a few hours to hunting down the arsonists (unbeknownst to him his shack had actually been burned down from an electrical fire). He then spent the next 40 or so years floating around town as a hobo, raiding liquor stores and gas stations at night for alcohol and cigarettes until he found Butterbean Ranch. He was then hired as an expendable employee who works the bar and helps clean the place up after dark and gets paid in alcohol and smokes.

[QUOTE]"I don't understand?"[/QUOTE] "You could not comprehend this shit if I fisted your brain with it, biatch."

Herman covered his ears to the sound of the vodka bottle crashing and shattering. After he unclasped his ears, he looked at Frank. "There's your tresh."

Frank picked up the a shard of glass. "Yeah. This is some good tresh. You can use it to cut some dumbass with it." He then looked back at Vadim. "Thanks you commie prick." He then began to gather the trash into a bag and take it out back.