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

Herman chuckled a bit more. "We've got a riot on our hands, threatening your home once more. You wanna come out of your cool box and defeat your domain?"

The Elderly threw their canes at the big ass black man, one of them who decided to pull out a concealed carry approved handgun. "WHO GAVE A NIGGER, A GODDAMN GUN?!" The old man shouted out, dispatching several rounds at Camacho. Terry's burgers came pouring down the dining areas as charging patrons, giving them hard blows to the forehead, spewing blood on the floor. Mr Plinkett and Rich Evans fired at each other with their guns, screaming endlessly at each other while both came at 5 feet away.

Meatmongoloid stood up straight upon hearing Herman's words. A very territorial beast the Meatmongoloid is, however, it understood there was more at steak here than only the freezer being intruded upon by those that wish it harm. The entire establishment itself would collapse if the rioters were to have their way, leaving Meatmongoloid to live out in the streets under the public eye where it would be ridiculed and mocked for being such an abomination. It didn't want this. It shambled out of the freezer, dripping meaty blood with every step it took.

"They are in the dining area, right down that way. You'll find the crowd there," Herman told the beast casually, as he walked towards Doug. "I got your Meatmongoloid out."

Doug was too busy whacking attackers to hear Mr. Herman's comment.

Herman shrugged off the lack of response. He walked into the dining area along with the Meatmongoloid, as he prepared his blade. He was about to cut some bitches. [Slice and dice some rioters]

Gang members pulled up to the parking lot, swinging by at the drive thru while they focused on Mr. Herman. "Yo get tha old ass nigga!" Two members immediately popped several rounds at Mr Herman's way. Then Mr. Herman literally sliced the gang member's bullets in mid air, running towards them and slicing them, cutting arteries.

"By the Emperor..." Terry let out upon seeing the monstrosity before him. It bore a strong resemblance to a daemon of Nurgle. Were it not for the implied trust of his battle brothers and store-captain, he perhaps would have trained his flamer on the behemoth merely out of instinct. But, perhaps, if the Blood Angels could have fought alongside as vile a creation as necrons, Terry could serve beside the will of his beloved meat made corporeal.

Herman spat on the injuries of the gang members, as he looked at the gang symbol on their ride. It was one of the rival joints. He growled. "The wife hates cleaning blood out of my clothes," Herman said, as he charged to defend Butterbean, just as he did back when he worked during both the first and second era.

The meat monster sulked along the floor with a very sickly slithering noise as it tried to make it's appearance unnoticed as it made it's way to the counter. It leaped onto the top of the counter and stood tall above the rioters. [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JvHcbA63fs[/media] It tore whatever equivalent of a chest cavity it had open as several meaty tendrils made out of 100% Grade C- USDA certified ground beef came out in an attempt to strangle and subdue as many of the angry citizens it could. Meaty tentacles were flying everywhere. Hopefully there weren't any Japanese schoolgirls among the mad mob.

[I]"Woah, mamma!"[/I] exclaimed Moon Man, as he leaned aside to try and dodge the silverware. [I]"Ladies! Chill! There's plenty for everyone!"[/I] he said, composing himself and firing the second barrel of the shotgun. After the second blast, he flipped it around, and began to use it as a club. [I]"Any of you cool cats got another piece? I'm runnin' dry here!"[/I] he yelled, back towards the others as he smacked a man across the jaw with the butt of the shotgun.

"触手は私を助けて強姦しています！" A woman cried out as she saw the Meatmongoloid.

Herman realized there were Japanese people in the crowd too. There are probably Chinese, Korean and Vietnamese folks here too, in that case. "This is going to be just like the Occupation," he thought to himself.

As the crowd was thinning out, Mr Plinkett was immediately kicked off from his wheelchair. Rich Evans laughed, pulling out his handgun. "Time for you to go to hell Mr. Plinkett!"

Terry heard shouts on the firing line that this could be an attack from a rival force. This was no longer a grand-opening.. (which had gone very well, by hive world standards.) It was clear that this very well may be War. Terry unslung his bolter, and began to work on the relentless horde of limbs and empty soda cups before him. Noticing brother moon-mans weapon seemingly go dry, he thought of tossing his bolt pistol to the strange, but distractingly suave moon. Could a mere man handle the recoil of one of the Astartes finest weapons? Was moon man even a man? Only one way to tell, he thought. "BROTHER MOON-MAN" He cried out over the hoard, he tossed the weapon at him. He had heard tales of the man twisting his foes heads off in combat. Time to see if such stories were true.

Meatmongoloid was now using it's tendrils to pull those it managed to choke out towards it. They tasted the meat, now they will join the meat.

Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho fell back a few steps as the cranes make contact, after regaining his senses a second early enough to see the bullets racing towards him. Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho then suddenly rips off his shirt to reveal his mightily pecs , the small pieces of lead simply ricochet with each well time movement of his incredible muscles from his glorious body.

[QUOTE]"BROTHER MOON-MAN" He cried out over the hoard, he tossed the weapon at him.[/QUOTE] Moon Man caught the bolt pistol, and looked it over. [I]"Groovy! Thanks, slick!"[/I] he said, before pointing and unleashing hell on the crowd with the weapon. Immense recoil, but that never stopped the Moon Man from grinning as he cut down his foes. [I]"Just enjoy yourself!"[/I] he yelled amongst the gunfire, making sure to avoid shooting Meatmongoloid nearby. Soon, Rick was in sight.

Rich Evans suddenly turned to the Moon Man, raising his handgun. "Welcome to Die." Rich Evans soon inserted a mag, preparing to squeeze his trigger.

Herman continued to bring himself to the slaughter, cutting up so many bitches, giving the Meatmongoloid an easy feast.

[QUOTE]"Welcome to Die."[/QUOTE] [I]"To Die?"[/I] he asked, tilting his head a bit. He then noticed the handgun. [B]"IT'S MAC TONIGHT, NIGGA." [/B]he blurted out, his voice suddenly changing before opening fire on Rich with the bolt pistol.

After redirecting the bullet back at the old men, Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho then did another 10/10 font flip over the crowd. Stomping down onto two children in the middle of the mob. "Oops." Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho said after taking a second to look at the mess under his shoes. Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho however, turned his sights towards his greatest foe yet, the one that ruled the world within six months. A electronic old man, an new age.

Rich Evans immediately had his left hand blown by the bolt gun's projectile. "OOOOHH FUUCK!" Moon Man proceeded to shoot the shit out of Rich Evans, seeing tiny blood squibs pop out of his body. "JESUS CHRIST HELP ME!" All of the employees including Mr. Plinkett raised their guns at that fucker Rich Evans. Replicating Robocop. They immediately fired their handguns as a boatload of blood spurted out of that body. "OOOOWWW." "UWWW." Mike cocked his revolver, "So long fucko." A major shot rang across the entire world as Rich Evan fell back "AHH WAHUAHOAG." Mike and Jay turned to each other and high five each other, Mr Plinkett pledging the final shot into Rich Evan's corpse while the Meatmongoloid fed on his corpses. Everyone looked around at the scenery, seeing the restaurant into the last state it was in before the Grand Re-Re Opening. Everyone smiled in victory, flailing their arms together and jumped in mid air, all in sync. [media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpvcjAhBabA[/media] [img]http://www.singlegirlsurvival.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/fin.jpg[/img] "Hold it hold it!" Durge waved off, seeing the immense blood spree. "That's it?" Mr Plinkett and the entire employee roster face palmed as a result. "We left Starpath for this shit?" Durge asked, turning around towards all of them "Fuck you Doomevil."

[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqaRuzJhS3A[/media] WE DID IT BOIS. We couldnt have done it without eachother.

Suddenly, static. Rodney is seen running shirtless at a high speed through the desert, screaming, reminded of the time he said he'd never go back. Fuck where you're from, fuck where you're going, it's all about where you're at.

Hunter came into the lobby to investigate the commotion, and as he witnesses the result of the chaos, he shakes his head and mutters to himself "this is going to be a long day" as he prepares his mop and bucket.

Herman didn't jump when everyone else did. He just watched them jump in sync and then float a bit, as though the credits were happening, before landing on their feet once more. He chuckled. "Well, what now? We still have a job to do." [Meanwhile, Damian is wondering if people would want to continue this RP through a player-run system, where the main player cast rotates between someone, and whoever picked picks the scenario for the next work day, taking place an unknown amount of days (it would have to be recent) after the last one. He's wondering this because this RP is too good to end now.]

(Gonna make a Half in the Bag review of the rp so far when I get back from work)

Slab Bulkhead wakes up lying on the floor in front of the meat freezer. He apparently passed out during his Overwatch post, and stumbles to his feet. He goes to search for his manager for assignment to a task.

[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UI6YgHidevk[/media] Mike is seen in the back attempting to fix Mr. Plinketts phone, which is still unplugged. [img]http://i.imgur.com/bSNpNQM.png[/img] "Fuck. Jay the phone still isn't working! How are we going to do anything here without a working phone line?" [img]http://i.imgur.com/W7oJqKj.png[/img] "Jay, get in here! If we don't fix this piece of shit for the old bastard he'll stop asking us to fix his VCR if he realises we can't fix anything."