Fast Food: Stories of the Underpaid: A Roleplaying Fast Food Chain Game
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Deep within the bowels of the freezer, buried underneath layers of rotting cow parts and covered with frost, the Meatmongoloid beings to wake. Having been accustomed to the silent sound of snow falling and water freezing, the commotion outside the freezer had reached it's ears and the presence of the others became aware to it's senses. The red mass under the frost heaved and pulsated as a meaty eyeball broke through the ice and looked around the frozen prison. Nobody had dared enter the domain of the Meatmongoloid yet, and it would prefer to keep it that way.
As luck would have had it, the harness keeping it against the wall had snapped in half easily due to it being frozen for so long. It seeped out of the ice and creeped along the floor until it reached the center of the room where it shambled it's way into standing up right and let out a meaty roar.
Mike heard the roar coming from the meat freezer
"That sounds like Mr Plinkett"
Rodney also heard the roar, but he wasn't sure where it was coming from.
"Sounds like Kevin when he's in the restroom."
Herman, hearing the roar from the freezer, yelled back.
「うるせえ！」
Moon Man heard the chunky roar echo through the restaurant. [I]"Sounds like someone just had three helpings of Taco Bell."[/I]
Mike got up, taking another gulp of his beer before trudging off in the direction of the roaring.
"Mr Plinkett it's Lighting Fast VCR Repair here, I'm here to fix your irreparably broken VCR?" he shouts down the hallway towards the meat freezer and drunkingly stumbles in the direction of it.
Slab, hearing the roar, goes to investigate the sound coming from the direction of the meat freezer. "SIR, DO YOU BELIEVE IT'S SAFE TO INVESTIGATE THAT NOISE?" He asks the man named Mike.
"No but I'm going to do it anyways. Mr Plinkett has murdered people before but he won't hurt me because I'm his VCR repairman"
Mike bangs on the door
"Mr Plinkett wake up you old fuck! I'm here to fix your VCR!"
Knocking.
Someone is obviously there.
The meat monster does not like this. It roars louder.
Name: Joseph "Joe" Briggs
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Date Of Birth: September 16th, 1972
Position: Griller
Race: Caucasian
Biography:
Joe pretty much drifted through his childhood, most of his recollection being a mix of dirtbiking, alcohol and weed. After finding himself without any kind of qualifications after highschool he did what every god-fearing, missionary-position assuming, heterosexual american would do and joined the army. Serving as an artillery man for some time, he was dishonorably discharged for "being a danger to himself and those around him" after showing up to artillery exercise drunk and reading out coordinates from a phone book. He later formed a band with three friends, Battery Acid Milkshake, which became know more for their criminal antics than their punk grunge which in some peoples eyes also should be a crime as an assault on musical taste. Has been living in a trailer at Miller Creek's trailer bark outside of town and happened to stumble upon the job when him and his mates needed money for starting up a pot farm in a old dodge van on his backyard.
Hearing the second roar, Slab figures he'll just take matters into his own hands, and yells at Mike to "GET INTO COVER AND PREPARE FOR A BREACHING MANEUVER", and gets into position next to the freezer door.
Shambling around the human bones inside the freezer, the meat monster hid itself in the background along with the opened tins of ground meat and sliced open cow carcasses. Such a flagrant intrusion of its domain it will not tolerate.
Name: Artyom Blyatskovitch
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Date Of Birth: December 25th, 1991
Position: Bar bouncer, resident gopnik
Race: Russian
Biography: Born the very day the soviet union fell, Artyom lived a life of hustling and riches according to himself. In reality, all he did was mug passerby's, squat on corners, drink copious amount of vodka, tame bears, and play Heroes of Might and Magic 3. After being rejected for the 578th time, he decided to swear off Russian girls and instead immigrate to America for all the "american шлюхами." He hates capitalism with a passion, and sorely misses his buddies who he used to mug people with.
Joe rolls up to the parking lot in his beat up 75 new yorker brougham.
He disconnects a small box of wires from underneath the dash as the car is missing its passenger front door.
At this points he pauses briefly, wondering why he does this because honestly, who's gonna steal this heap of scrap?
He shoves the wire box underneath the drivers seat and gets out and walks up to the door.
As he enters the lobby he looks around. Place is pretty messed up for having an upcoming Re-re-opening.
"Ga-ding, ga-ding. Any one home?" he asks as he walks into the center of the lobby.
Herman growled gravely at the second roar before turning towards Misty and Kevin.
"Back when this joint first re-opened, when I returned from my time in Japan, I remembered my boss being quite the dinosaur. He'd always yell and roar like a psychopath, like the T-Rex that he was. I'm honestly not surprised to see that old tradition is still kept alive in this shithole."
Kevin shrugs. "Isn't it the same everywhere?"
Herman belted out a laugh so strong even the hammiest of actors would be jealous, wiping his eye before speaking once more.
"This whole town has been a shithole since the collapse of industry back in the 50s. Racism, gang violence, murder, you name it, this town has probably set a record for it three years in a row at least once.
"Living here for so long, you just end up getting bored of it all. That's why I like this joint. It's a shithole, but it is an entertaining shithole. Unlike all those other joints across town."
Artyom suddenly bursts through the door, carrying a half empty bottle of vodka in one hand, and a tablet playing D&B at full volume through it's built-in speakers while Heroes of Might and Magic 3 is running in the other hand. "Hahahahohoha! I am here! Where are the неряхи!?"
Joe turns around as he takes out a cigarette to see the commotion that is Artyom, "Mind scoopin me some of that, Ivan?" he asks as he points at the vodka bottle.
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Name: Hunter McBartlett
Date of Birth: 10.29.1982
Position: Dish/Sanitation
Race: White
Biography: "Just doing this to support the wife and kids" is what Hunter McBartlett would say if he actually had those things, but that's not the case for Hunter because working the sanitation at Butterbean Ranch is the only job that he can get...
customers and co workers describe him as "the guy who reeks of old spice and drinks on the job", despite that. Hunter is a nice albeit quiet person as long as he is treated nicely as well.
(I hope this is an acceptable Bio, I'm not exactly a writer)
So far, it looks like we've got:
1 footballer
1 meat-thing
5 asshole-magnet/cashier/customer service/fuck me there's too many names for this role
2 frycooks
1 security guard
1 griller
1 janitor
1 dishwasher
1 IT worker
1 trashman
1 moonman
1 xcom rookie
i think we got a pretty well rounded out crew that will in no way fuck this up horribly
[[ Rodney comes from long before I put him up for xcom. ]]
Rodney simply leans against the wall in the lobby, seeing as there isn't exactly much he should be doing right now. He has water and he's listening to his favourite music, although his phone's display appears to be static.
He looks over to Artyom as he charges in, but his face remains idle.
After pressing a few keys on the piano's keyboard, Moon Man hears the second roar. It sounded as if it was coming from the back of the kitchen. Eh, whoever was back there would handle it. His job was up front. He wandered around the bar, cleaning up what he could to at least make the area presentable, then walked back to where the service counter was to see the new arrivals.
Artyom looks at Joe for a few seconds, before yelling "Hahaha my friend, get in line with the incredible amount of АМЕРИКАНСКИЕ неряхи that will be coming for me soon!"
Artyom spreads his arms out, awaiting fans but soon lowers them after nobody comes. "Where are the girls?"
Slab opens the freezer door, and looks inside, attempting to spot the source of the sound from the outside.
Hunter enters the lobby and comes over to Rodney and says "hello, I hate to interrupt you, but I applied for the dish and sanitation job here and I'm wondering if you can show me where I need to go?"
Joe takes a long look at Artyom, his cigarette hanging from his mouth unlit.
"Why don't you input the launch codes and fly your ass back Russia?"
He puts his cigarette away and walks up to the counter to interact with Rodney, "Hey man, you got a manager or some shit around here I'm just looking to see if you're still hiring."
The inside of the freezer was dark as the lights had not been turned on, but with the light from the outside shining in, the employees outside could catch a faint glimpse of what's inside. The freezer room itself was rather large, with [I]things [/I]hanging on meat hooks and countless shelves lining the walls with frost covered piles of ground beef adorning them. The stench was hard to make out as it's not easy to smell things when they're cold.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ni4YayrE3s[/media]
The meat monster keeps it's eyes locked onto the intruder which made the unfortunate mistake of entering it's territory from the inside of several sliced open cow and pig corpses.
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