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

"Что за хрень!?" Artyom yells. He chugs down the remainder of his vodka and begins to approach Joe. "You got some kind of issue with me ты гребаный придурок?"

[QUOTE]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?"[/QUOTE] Rodney screams "YUH!" and takes off his headphones, throwing them at the floor with enough power to break the floor - but they surprisingly didn't break. He stares Hunter in the eyes for a minute before saying "Cleaning shit is in the staff room over there. I think the freezer might need cleaning, never been in there though. Enjoy your time here." That was anticlimactic.

[QUOTE=NightmareX91;50892572]Rodney screams "YUH!" and takes off his headphones, throwing them at the floor with enough power to break the floor - but they surprisingly didn't break. He stares Hunter in the eyes for a minute before saying "Cleaning shit is in the staff room over there. I think the freezer might need cleaning, never been in there though. Enjoy your time here." That was anticlimactic.[/QUOTE] Hunter stares back at Rodney and eventually walks towards the staff room. as he enters, Hunter is greeted with the smell of cleaning supplies. "well, I guess I'll check out the freezer then" Hunter says while getting a mop and bucket.

[img]http://i.imgur.com/M3ICzyJ.jpg[/img] [I]Taeryn at his first inter-system cook off. A controversial yet ultimately delicious bug-based menu earned him top class awards.[/I] Name: Taeryn Kal'Dem (goes by Terry) Birthday: Approx. 941.M41 Position: Cook, Head of Security (volunteer) Race: Black (very) Biography: Born on the planet Nocturne in the Ultima Segmentum, Taeryn was born unto a world of fire. In a place that would kill most, he persevered, and thrived. As a juvenile Taeryn discovered the power of the flame that surrounded him- from his families small cooking stall, he witnessed his first Dark Eldar raid. Instead of cowering below ground like many, the young boy charged into the fray, Combi-Spatula-grill in hand. He began his work on the xenos warriors. Roasting them to a tender and splendidly pink center, he realized his calling in life. His prowess was instantly recognized by his planet's Astartes Legion- Vulkan's own Salamanders, thus he was selected to be one of the honored space marines. His powers only enhanced by gene-seed and power armor, he was the first Galley-Captain of his time. He served honorably on hundreds of campaigns into xenos space, and his meals were a favorite of officers and humble chapter serfs alike. Tragically, he was lost and assumed dead when the battle barge he was posted on was lost in a particularly bad warp-storm. His recipes are missed by all. Finding himself in a new world after exiting warp into a fast food shacks dumpster and forced to stand alone on a new world, Taeryn's faith in the Emperor has not faltered. He immediately sought out a way to make himself useful, and happened upon a familiar place in said fast food shack's kitchen. His goal is to teach the ways of his chapter to his new comrades, and to save enough of the sector's local currency to buy his way back home. A planet so teeming with life and resources would be of great aid to the Imperium's war effort, after all.

as Hunter was about to enter the freezer he was overcome by an unquenchable thirst, so he decides to raid the kitchen fridge and spots a six pack of beer. "I know I shouldn't, but I'm thirsty!" Hunter thought to himself and after some short consideration he shrugs and takes a can out of the six pack and starts to drink it in preparation for cleaning out the freezer.

"Shut the fuck up" shouts Mike He stumbles and drops a bottle of whiskey on the floor which smashes "FUCK. That was a perfectly good empty bottle of booze"

Name: Bucephelus "Bubba" Johnson Picture(optional): [t]http://boredbug.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/infamousfelon.jpg[/t] Date Of Birth: N/A (age 36) Position: Salad tosser Race: Black Biography: Bubba entered prison roughly 20 years ago. Now, after some "bargaining" with the parole board, he has been released on parole with $50 in his pocket. Bubba seeks to succesfully start a new life with a job at Butterbean Ranch. After having his salad tossed for 20 years, it's time to return the favor.

Vadim stumbled past Slab and tossed his laptop at the Meatmongoloid. "Shut up fucking blyat!"

(( wait how the fresh dink does vadim know where meatymongo is in the freezer it's not even making noises anymore ))

Slab Bulkhead enters Overwatch at the door to the freezer. Just in case.

[QUOTE=F T;50893900](( wait how the fresh dink does vadim know where meatymongo is in the freezer it's not even making noises anymore ))[/QUOTE] ((He's a drunk russian. It's scientifically proven that drunk russians have superpowers.))

Mike stands at the entrance of the freezer and says to Slab: "I'm not going in there, it's fucking cold and I only have a short-sleeved shirt."

Hunter stumbles towards the freezer entrance with four beer cans left in the six pack, as he treats himself with the second beer can he bumps into Mike and says "if you guys aren't going in there, then step aside, I gotta clean whatever's in the freezer!" and then heads into the freezer.

Herman stood in awkward silence, as neither Misty nor Kevin were reacting to what he said. Just another part of the job. He decided he had enough and left the kitchen. Noticing how dirty things are, he decides to grab a floor squeegee and began cleaning. If the place isn't clean by the time the opening happens, they could all lose their jobs.... He wonders where the managers are.

Kevin gets cleaning as well, picking up a mop and starting to mop the eating area.

Doug walked in, checking everyone was actually doing what they were supposed to do. He gave approval by checking people off for prep hopefully this can extend to actual service. Today was the day, as fireworks exploded spectacularly in the night sky. Dozens of cars rolling in to the parking lot after several hours of prep and cleaning. A few celebrities got out of their limos and walked up to the Pre-Party, chatting with others while the joint was getting ready to open. … “Mr. Plinkett you got to say your speech in the front in a few minutes.” Doug pressed his shoulder repeatedly. Plinkett groaned, slowly grabbing his arm rests, slowly rising up from the chair as he grunted in pain and creaked loudly, hearing a spinal snap as soon as he picked up his cane. “I got some back problems, I think I ought to check it out this week.” Plinkett and Doug walked out to the back door, seeing a couple of potential customers to rip off. “You got your speech ready?” Doug asked, pulling out his clipboard and checking off a step. Harry nodded, walking up to a wooden podium in front of hundreds of guests sat patiently. Plinkett turned to the red ribbon in the entrance way, sighing. He walked the steps and rested his hands, staring at the crowd. Plinkett opened his mouth, snorting out his nostrils and coughed on the microphone, spiting out some mucus to the side as the crowd murmured disgusted and confused looks. Plinkett adjusted his coat, staring. “Hello, My name is Harry S. Plinkett.” He greeted, watching the audience. “Goodbye.” Plinkett grabbed his cane, walking down to the steps. Plinkett made a left turn to the entrance, tearing down the ceremonial ribbon with his cane while Doug stared at the action holding a giant pair of scissors. Doug quickly dropped the pair and immediately applauded. The crowd turned their heads to each other, reluctantly following along. Doug rubbed his shiny helmet, god help us. The crowd pulled into the joint and were expected to try out a boatload of food on the combo menu. … Doug huddled every worker together, staring at the clock running down. “Alright crew there's going to be a shit load of customers at the tables and I'm expecting line after line.” Doug nodded, pulling out a chalkboard, drawing step by step. “Remember cashiers, focus on the customer in front of you and make sure the people at the back gets the order from you. Otherwise it all ends in shit from there on.” “If you need me I'll be at the smoking room. Good luck… god.” He walked out to another room.

[In case anyone is confused, everyone is now in the kitchen.] Watching Doug head for the smoking room, Herman turned to the others. "Alright, I hope you wet belly bastards are ready to serve like your life depends on it. "Get your asses in shape," he said, as he went to his station to get his kebabing and frying ready.

At the front of the service counter stood a fat ass, ringing the bell, trying to take a peek through the kitchen. "Hello, hello, hello?"

after the mandatory meeting, Hunter thought about cleaning out the freezer, but since the place is officially reopened, he decided to go to the sinks in preparation for the upcoming dishes. but not before having another beer, since the management seems to not give a damn.

Colby walks out from the kitchen, standing behind the broke-as-fuck cash register and taking out a small notepad and pen, waiting without saying a word, just heavy breathing. [i][b]MEANWHILE[/b][/i] Jay walks through the front door, putting his hands to his mouth and shouting out, "Hey Mike, you asshole! Where the fuck are you? I've been walking through the desert for three fucking months because you didn't pick me up!"

The fat ass tilted his head, rubbing his mouth. "Weeellll let's see, let's start off with something easy. I like a large Brite soda, a large fry and a cheeseburger." The fat ass looked up at the ceiling, thinking of something else for a few minutes. "Uh, uh, that's all."

Mike sticks his head out the counter and shouts over to Jay directly in front of the fat guy "I'm over here in front of the fat fuck, I need you back here so we can sca- I mean fix Mr. Plinketts microwave! It's like a VCR that can cook food"

Colby writes down the order, slamming it onto the closest thing to a counter that the kitchen has, he then holds out his hand, motioning it to give money. Meanwhile, Jay shouts out, "A VCR that cooks food? You mean how they take six years to fix properly?" Jay walks behind the counter and pulls out a beer from his pocket, taking a drink.

Herman hears the slam of the note by the counter. "Is someone going to check that, or will I have to do it for you babies?"

Mike starts chatting with Jay "That's right Jay. But this VCR uses electromagnetic radiation to bombard food until its just warm enough to suffer through, just like how DCs new movie Suicide Squad uses glimpses of the Joker just enough to rope people into watching it." He opens another beer and begins drinking before saying "Oh yeah Mr. Plinkett needs his telephone fixed too. I don't know what to do because normally i'd call a real repairman to fix a problem like this"

Kouta's asian senses have sprung up, walking up to the note and shouting at the order to the Fry Cook. "One large fry and a cheeseburger!"

Herman had a confident smile on his face when he heard that order. But then, he realized this is the perfect opportunity for someone else to show their skills. "Kevin! You handle the fries! Who here makes burgers?!"

Kevin mops for a little longer and then starts to go back to his fry station. When he arrives, he starts cooking the burgers.

Meanwhile, a guy in a shitty checkered suit swung by towards the bar, sitting on top of the stool. "How it's going baby? I'll have a Martini, straight."

[QUOTE]"How it's going baby? I'll have a Martini, straight."[/QUOTE] Moon Man glances over at him, with a smile on his face. [I]"I like your style, slick, but I'm only the entertainment. The bartender should be around here somewhere."[/I]