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

Jay walks into the back, sitting beside Mike and taking a sip of his beer. "Eh, that blind old fuck's probably off sleeping or something. He won't notice the phone isn't fixed if we just throw it out or something." Jay takes another sip of his beer. "What even happened in this shithouse today? I've been asleep out the back because I couldn't be assed actually talking to anyone."

[img_thumb]https://i.ytimg.com/vi/qnyqQPzAAiI/maxresdefault.jpg[/img_thumb] [i]Mike speaks in a low monotone voice[/i] "I'm glad you asked me that Jay, because as it turns out, Mr. Plinketts latest zany scheme was to hire a lot poorly characterised staff and a host of characters stolen from other works of media that would certainly breach copyright laws if anyone gave half a shit about this place. The story here begins with the staff of a failed restaurant trying to prepare it for the grand opening last evening, before discovering a major problem just before opening"

Jay sniffs, "You mean like one of those bootleg Chinese movies that always pop up in dollar stores?"

[img]http://jasonlefkowitz.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/redlettermedia.jpg[/img] Mike replies "No Jay, the fact that we didn't cook any fucking food."

Jay also replies, "Oh, yeah. That's also kind of a problem. So how did you assholes try and fix that?"

[QUOTE=SniperComZero;50902498]Jay also replies, "Oh, yeah. That's also kind of a problem. So how did you assholes try and fix that?"[/QUOTE] [img_thumb]http://i1.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/847/660/9dc.png[/img_thumb] "Well after Rich Evans (a friend of ours you might not have heard about) ordered some food, Mr Herman was given the task of trying to make a team like DC is trying to do for their latest stillborn project, but much more terrible. Moonman made a valiant attempt at placating the crowd before failing for obvious reasons: [img]https://img.ifcdn.com/images/70ac2b7d8631190a4074ed28230311bc720ab8af0ee23705577f45f6f9983ab1_3.jpg[/img] [i]Flashes on the screen[/i] Ultimately we were forced to take up arms as an Imperial Space Marine, Mr Herman, Moonman, Myself, and Dwayne Elizondo.. [img]http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsHJ9j_pXOk/UHZ--CX8wFI/AAAAAAAAH9o/WhfoCY4XlEo/s640/Red+Letter+Media_Header.png[/img] ...Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho all decided to murder the crowd. Then a poorly animated cgi monster terrorised the audience and killed the crowd before I shot Rich Evans in the [b]FUCKING HEAD[/b] Somehow the police didn't notice and somehow we are going to get more customers tomorrow. That seems like sloppy writing from a fucktard."

"...This is like one of those tween movie plots, except if it was written by a pre-teen trying to sound cool and edgy. Are you [i]sure[/i] all of that shit happened, Mike, and that you weren't just like, having a bad high or something?"

"Not at all Jay, you can ask anyone here or even check out the security footage for yourself in the back there. There really is a fucking meat monster in the freezer and we just committed mass murder. I can't really think of anything else to say to our fans out there on grindr, but my sponsor Butterbean Branch sure does." [img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/7b2f2abb3038b06887f1f8c5509c340a/tumblr_mjl8eaUn0l1rjgvl7o3_400.jpg[/img] "They serve really great chicken here. Come eat our chicken." [img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/3391b95f5e61ccceef636057497b84bc/tumblr_mjl8eaUn0l1rjgvl7o4_400.jpg[/img] [img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/b52a3909e7bd0c9f020b1b43d2eb58de/tumblr_mjl8eaUn0l1rjgvl7o6_400.jpg[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/LODH858.png[/img] "Here is the food. You can't have any. Goodbye." [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJ7XxtJui_A[/media]

Herman helped in the cleaning up after all that shit went down. Soon, he watched everyone slowly go home, as the police never came to inspect the situation. The police never comes. Everyone decided to have him be the one to close up for the night. But just as he was closing up, he heard some voices talking in the staff quarters. He decided to check out who it was. He found those two repairmen, talking to one another in front of a camera. "What the fuck are you two fat bastards doing here?! Go home! We're closing up for the night."

Misty still stands where she stood this whole time, her phone in her hands, just watched the mess unfold before her very eyes. After the entire god damn mess, she can't even begin to understand. Nothing makes any sense, there's no way this was real. A dream? No, can't be, she'd have woken up by now. Feels like an episode of It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia gone completely and utterly wrong. Like, the script was not supposed to be seen ever again and someone unluckily pulled it out of the incinerator just in time. Misty takes a few steps back, then starts walking away, hoping no one notices her, and she can go back to her dorm. Where it's safe from these psychopaths.

as Hunter finished with his duties, he clocks out for the night and before he heads out the door he says to himself "well, that ended better than I thought it would." and then heads home

"Shit." Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert said lowly, slowly nodding as he slowly panned over the bloodily surroundings with his mightily eyes. Taking great care to notice the ruined floor that laid before him. "Well.....Time to clean up everyone! All of you are working overtime till this sad piece of shit of a restaurant can be reopened for tonight!" Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert said before walking out of the establishment.

Vadim silently squats on the bar desk with a bottle of vodka in his hand. He observed the messy room. [i]"Blyat."[/i]

[QUOTE=Damian0358;50902952]Herman helped in the cleaning up after all that shit went down. Soon, he watched everyone slowly go home, as the police never came to inspect the situation. The police never comes. Everyone decided to have him be the one to close up for the night. But just as he was closing up, he heard some voices talking in the staff quarters. He decided to check out who it was. He found those two repairmen, talking to one another in front of a camera. "What the fuck are you two fat bastards doing here?! Go home! We're closing up for the night."[/QUOTE] "fuck off you old cunt" shouts Mike before lobbing a bottle at Herman "We're going to watch security tapes on this tv without a screen"

[I'm gonna pull out of this. Whomever wishes to use Moon Man can do so. Rather have someone else use him than him simply get fired.]

Frank walks outside, gets inside his trashcan and rolls down the street. The Treshman feels there is more to this world than crazy people in fast food joints so he continues rolling down the road. Rolling untill he can't roll anymore. [And that's me pulling out. It's been fun folks.]

Herman barely dodged the bottle before deciding on what to do. He grabs the door and closes it, locking it from the outside. "Hope you assholes like sleeping in restaurants!" he yelled, before leaving the hall. Before he himself left the joint and locked it for the night, he went to the freezer to wish the Meatmongoloid a good night. --- "Alright, that's it for that," Damian thought to himself. "Now, it is time to start the next work day-" he was about to say before he was shot for not making any posts in Starpath recently. The fate of this RP is uncertain, but for how long it lasted, it was a hell of a time. [B]EPISODE ONE END[/B] - [U]"The Gang Messes Up the Grand Re-Re-Opening"[/U] [B][I]TO BE CONTINUED[/I][/B]

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Mike wakes up from his drunken stupor, for both he and Jay had gotten drunk and then fallen asleep in front of the TV. He looks around the Butterbean Ranch before seeing somebody standing outside of the door, clearly waiting to get in. The sun was shining through the windows. "Jay, pssst. Wake up. Somebody is trying to get in. I think Mr Plinkett forgot to tell people Mr Herman has the keys. Also it looks like the security tape is missing too." He looks down at a note which says "Security tape important." Mike stumbled along, bracing himself off the counter before saying "FUCK" after realising that the note referred to the now missing security tape and that he had lost it. He then spotted the telephone. "Oooh, it was unplugged. Maybe that's why it was broken." Reaching down and plugging it back in, Mike sat down on the stool nearby, undutifully waiting for Mr. Plinketts orders.