Hot day in your local sinking city? Life and local abominations got you down? That post-war depression sinking in? Well, fret no more, kiddos! We've got news for you!
Grost's Gourmet Glaciers has got your back!
We serve everyone! Undead, mutants, vat-born, eldritch, or whatever, we've got something for you! From the epic classics to the classically epicurean, we serve milkshakes, ice cream, soda, slushes, malts, burgers, candy, pizza, and anything else you need!* The shop's owner is Grost, a critic descended directly from Lord Sytosc, so he knows quality!
*we no longer serve alcohol due to the recently enacted Prohibition
Our diesel-powered shop moves wherever it is wanted, and we learn and improve every day! We just hope you'll indulge us by letting us indulge you in our frosty treats!
We'll be waiting for ya behind the bar with our scoops ready!
Grost's Gourmet Glaciers is a prohibition-era tavern that combines dieselpunk, cosmic horror, fantasy, biopunk, and, to an extent, cooking! I'll leave some info about the world right here:
Basics: Sense-freak Great Ones gave all sides biotech and eldritch knowledge in trade for mortal delicacies during not-WW1, which had been going on for hundreds of years. The war just ended, and all the mutants, undead, and homunculi are looking for a new purpose. The culinary arts are big since biotech allows food to be grown and altered at an incredible rate. Also because the Great Ones are willing to take libation from anyone, not just world leaders or generals.
Crime: Prohibition of rarer ingredients and alcohol has led to crime running rampant. Of course, most of it wouldn’t be a crime some odd years ago, but nowadays people are willing and able to kill for this stuff. Food isn’t just food anymore; it’s magic. The Great Ones adore earth cuisine and will offer relics and grimoires, things that are commonplace in their world, in trade for good food.
Manna: True Manna spelled the end of the war, as it showed the world's leaders how wonderful this world is and why they shouldn’t destroy it. It is said that this dish was the favorite of the greatest of the Great Ones, a veritable big “G” god. However, while the recipe is public, it is illegible. Only its Vice Chefs, six different supremely powerful Great Ones, know how to decipher the recipe, and they won’t give the information cheaply. Frustratingly, they all have different views on how to make it, and unless each one is tested, it is unlikely that anyone will find out the truth.
Rules:
Keep it PG-13! People (sometimes) bring children here!
No pvp inside Gourmet Glaciers! You can get out if you want to fight, but we try to cultivate an atmosphere of friendship and harmony!
No exclusion! Our business model is based around everyone being treated fairly and feeling accepted!
Be kind! Easy and simple! (Baalze's note: characters can still be mean to each other, but being mean ooc isn't allowed.)
*Credit to Gradius for the rules*
Location:
Name: Engine of Saturn
Concept: Eternally sinking, absolutely gargantuan city-state slowly being overtaken by the swamp. Sprawls out wide, goes up high and down deep. People keep coming up with new ideas but fail to keep the city afloat. Slowly losing population density.
Ruling System: Technocratic Oligarchy
Motto: The Machine Feeds You
Climate: Coastal Wetland
Vice Chef: Pheric, The Depths. Sponsors the poor and those who embrace nature, as it enjoys the contrast between processed food and organic, free-ranged game, herbs, and spices. Master of water. Skilled with aquatic monsters and homunculi. Lover of seafood and lots of spices. Manifests as an enormous, tentacled entity living under the mud.
A large woman, about 6'5, walks into the area. She has long grey-brown hair that is tied back in a sloppy bun, an ornate eyepatch over one eye, and burn scars around her mouth and neck. She wears a white tanktop that is slightly stained with rust and sweat and a pair of baggy cargo pants. Her arms are not even her own, prosthetics made from heavy-looking metal. She carries a sack slung over her shoulder.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A large woman, about 6'5, walks into the area. She has long grey-brown hair that is tied back in a sloppy bun, an ornate eyepatch over one eye, and burn scars around her mouth and neck. She wears a white tanktop that is slightly stained with rust and sweat and a pair of baggy cargo pants. Her arms are not even her own, prosthetics made from heavy-looking metal. She carries a sack slung over her shoulder.
*Into the shop or just near it?*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A large woman, about 6'5, walks into the area. She has long grey-brown hair that is tied back in a sloppy bun, an ornate eyepatch over one eye, and burn scars around her mouth and neck. She wears a white tanktop that is slightly stained with rust and sweat and a pair of baggy cargo pants. Her arms are not even her own, prosthetics made from heavy-looking metal. She carries a sack slung over her shoulder.
*Into the shop or just near it?*
*Into the shop.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Inside the shop you see two girls, one in her late teens, with navy blue skin and white snowflake shaped freckles. She wears white and red striped glasses that frame her black eyes and striped gloves that look like candy canes
She's behind the bar making a younger girl a milkshake with decorative cocoa on top. The little one is about 4 feet tall, but its hard to gauge her age. She's clearly an albino but has cocoa powder blush along with rainbow sprinkle freackles.
Inside the shop you see two girls, one in her late teens, with navy blue skin and white snowflake shaped freckles. She wears white and red striped glasses that frame her black eyes and striped gloves that look like candy canes
She's behind the bar making a younger girl a milkshake with decorative cocoa on top. The little one is about 4 feet tall, but its hard to gauge her age. She's clearly an albino but has cocoa powder blush along with rainbow sprinkle freackles.
The woman waves "Howdy ladies." She grins and sets down her sack.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A large woman, about 6'5, walks into the area. She has long grey-brown hair that is tied back in a sloppy bun, an ornate eyepatch over one eye, and burn scars around her mouth and neck. She wears a white tanktop that is slightly stained with rust and sweat and a pair of baggy cargo pants. Her arms are not even her own, prosthetics made from heavy-looking metal. She carries a sack slung over her shoulder.
A humanoid in a pink-striped apron and hat slowly stands up from the floor on the other side of the bar. He lifts up like a marionette, with a grin too wide for his face. His beady eyes watch, taking in everything around him. "Hot mornin', huh? Great day to be sellin' ice cream!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Inside the shop you see two girls, one in her late teens, with navy blue skin and white snowflake shaped freckles. She wears white and red striped glasses that frame her black eyes and striped gloves that look like candy canes
She's behind the bar making a younger girl a milkshake with decorative cocoa on top. The little one is about 4 feet tall, but its hard to gauge her age. She's clearly an albino but has cocoa powder blush along with rainbow sprinkle freackles.
The woman waves "Howdy ladies." She grins and sets down her sack.
They both turn to her and smile "welcome! Can I get you anything?" The teen says
A large woman, about 6'5, walks into the area. She has long grey-brown hair that is tied back in a sloppy bun, an ornate eyepatch over one eye, and burn scars around her mouth and neck. She wears a white tanktop that is slightly stained with rust and sweat and a pair of baggy cargo pants. Her arms are not even her own, prosthetics made from heavy-looking metal. She carries a sack slung over her shoulder.
A humanoid in a pink-striped apron and hat slowly stands up from the floor on the other side of the bar. He lifts up like a marionette, with a grin too wide for his face. His beady eyes watch, taking in everything around him. "Hot mornin', huh? Great day to be sellin' ice cream!"
"Indeed it is mate." She nods and grins "Can I get a mint chocolate chip with peanuts?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Inside the shop you see two girls, one in her late teens, with navy blue skin and white snowflake shaped freckles. She wears white and red striped glasses that frame her black eyes and striped gloves that look like candy canes
She's behind the bar making a younger girl a milkshake with decorative cocoa on top. The little one is about 4 feet tall, but its hard to gauge her age. She's clearly an albino but has cocoa powder blush along with rainbow sprinkle freackles.
The woman waves "Howdy ladies." She grins and sets down her sack.
They both turn to her and smile "welcome! Can I get you anything?" The teen says
"Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream with peanuts if you would love" She said and looked for a tip jar.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A large woman, about 6'5, walks into the area. She has long grey-brown hair that is tied back in a sloppy bun, an ornate eyepatch over one eye, and burn scars around her mouth and neck. She wears a white tanktop that is slightly stained with rust and sweat and a pair of baggy cargo pants. Her arms are not even her own, prosthetics made from heavy-looking metal. She carries a sack slung over her shoulder.
A humanoid in a pink-striped apron and hat slowly stands up from the floor on the other side of the bar. He lifts up like a marionette, with a grin too wide for his face. His beady eyes watch, taking in everything around him. "Hot mornin', huh? Great day to be sellin' ice cream!"
"Indeed it is mate." She nods and grins "Can I get a mint chocolate chip with peanuts?"
"Comin' right up!" He practically dances with the scoop. He applies the peanuts liberally to the bright green ice cream in the glass dish before sliding it over. "10 cents, please!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*random question, are the Vice chefs and the Big G god the only great ones?*
*Nope! There are too many to count! Most of them don't feel obligated to share their names with mere mortals unless they really like them, though, so it's only the Vice Chefs, the One Above All, and Sytosc that are widely known.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The teen had immediately started made the order, ice cream fully filled the cone as peanuts danced into it, she even sprinkles some on top for good mesure. "Here you go miss!"
A large woman, about 6'5, walks into the area. She has long grey-brown hair that is tied back in a sloppy bun, an ornate eyepatch over one eye, and burn scars around her mouth and neck. She wears a white tanktop that is slightly stained with rust and sweat and a pair of baggy cargo pants. Her arms are not even her own, prosthetics made from heavy-looking metal. She carries a sack slung over her shoulder.
A humanoid in a pink-striped apron and hat slowly stands up from the floor on the other side of the bar. He lifts up like a marionette, with a grin too wide for his face. His beady eyes watch, taking in everything around him. "Hot mornin', huh? Great day to be sellin' ice cream!"
"Indeed it is mate." She nods and grins "Can I get a mint chocolate chip with peanuts?"
"Comin' right up!" He practically dances with the scoop. He applies the peanuts liberally to the bright green ice cream in the glass dish before sliding it over. "10 cents, please!"
The teen had immediately started made the order, ice cream fully filled the cone as peanuts danced into it, she even sprinkles some on top for good mesure. "Here you go miss!"
She nods to both and downs it in no time. She hands the money over to the teens and smiles "Mind if I bother yall for a water and a burger if you got it? I need something in me before I head back to work."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She nods to both and downs it in no time. She hands the money over to the teens and smiles "Mind if I bother yall for a water and a burger if you got it? I need something in me before I head back to work."
Grost nods. "The girls will be on it. Want some fries with that?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An Older human walks into the shop, despite all this Punk and biotech and ALL the weird crazy fashion trends- *GASP* This guy wears a gray shirts with a dark navy blue overalls, and a pair of glasses (One of the eyes has no lenses). Meet Grandpa Doc, a good old hillbilly grandpa! He has a rounded gray beard, a long head of gray hair that's kept under a bucket hat. He has *Counting* enough of his teeth left, some are rather rotten from the lack of hygiene (NOT HIS FAULT...I Think).
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Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
Hot day in your local sinking city? Life and local abominations got you down? That post-war depression sinking in? Well, fret no more, kiddos! We've got news for you!
Grost's Gourmet Glaciers has got your back!
We serve everyone! Undead, mutants, vat-born, eldritch, or whatever, we've got something for you! From the epic classics to the classically epicurean, we serve milkshakes, ice cream, soda, slushes, malts, burgers, candy, pizza, and anything else you need!* The shop's owner is Grost, a critic descended directly from Lord Sytosc, so he knows quality!
*we no longer serve alcohol due to the recently enacted Prohibition
Our diesel-powered shop moves wherever it is wanted, and we learn and improve every day! We just hope you'll indulge us by letting us indulge you in our frosty treats!
We'll be waiting for ya behind the bar with our scoops ready!
Grost's Gourmet Glaciers is a prohibition-era tavern that combines dieselpunk, cosmic horror, fantasy, biopunk, and, to an extent, cooking! I'll leave some info about the world right here:
Basics:
Sense-freak Great Ones gave all sides biotech and eldritch knowledge in trade for mortal delicacies during not-WW1, which had been going on for hundreds of years. The war just ended, and all the mutants, undead, and homunculi are looking for a new purpose. The culinary arts are big since biotech allows food to be grown and altered at an incredible rate. Also because the Great Ones are willing to take libation from anyone, not just world leaders or generals.
Crime:
Prohibition of rarer ingredients and alcohol has led to crime running rampant. Of course, most of it wouldn’t be a crime some odd years ago, but nowadays people are willing and able to kill for this stuff. Food isn’t just food anymore; it’s magic. The Great Ones adore earth cuisine and will offer relics and grimoires, things that are commonplace in their world, in trade for good food.
Manna:
True Manna spelled the end of the war, as it showed the world's leaders how wonderful this world is and why they shouldn’t destroy it. It is said that this dish was the favorite of the greatest of the Great Ones, a veritable big “G” god. However, while the recipe is public, it is illegible. Only its Vice Chefs, six different supremely powerful Great Ones, know how to decipher the recipe, and they won’t give the information cheaply. Frustratingly, they all have different views on how to make it, and unless each one is tested, it is unlikely that anyone will find out the truth.
Rules:
Keep it PG-13! People (sometimes) bring children here!
No pvp inside Gourmet Glaciers! You can get out if you want to fight, but we try to cultivate an atmosphere of friendship and harmony!
No exclusion! Our business model is based around everyone being treated fairly and feeling accepted!
Be kind! Easy and simple! (Baalze's note: characters can still be mean to each other, but being mean ooc isn't allowed.)
*Credit to Gradius for the rules*
Location:
Name: Engine of Saturn
Concept: Eternally sinking, absolutely gargantuan city-state slowly being overtaken by the swamp. Sprawls out wide, goes up high and down deep. People keep coming up with new ideas but fail to keep the city afloat. Slowly losing population density.
Ruling System: Technocratic Oligarchy
Motto: The Machine Feeds You
Climate: Coastal Wetland
Vice Chef: Pheric, The Depths. Sponsors the poor and those who embrace nature, as it enjoys the contrast between processed food and organic, free-ranged game, herbs, and spices. Master of water. Skilled with aquatic monsters and homunculi. Lover of seafood and lots of spices. Manifests as an enormous, tentacled entity living under the mud.
Mods: Baalze, Viper
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A large woman, about 6'5, walks into the area. She has long grey-brown hair that is tied back in a sloppy bun, an ornate eyepatch over one eye, and burn scars around her mouth and neck. She wears a white tanktop that is slightly stained with rust and sweat and a pair of baggy cargo pants. Her arms are not even her own, prosthetics made from heavy-looking metal. She carries a sack slung over her shoulder.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Into the shop or just near it?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Into the shop.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Can I be a floating eyeball?
no
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/forum-games/181058-the-court
Inside the shop you see two girls, one in her late teens, with navy blue skin and white snowflake shaped freckles. She wears white and red striped glasses that frame her black eyes and striped gloves that look like candy canes
She's behind the bar making a younger girl a milkshake with decorative cocoa on top. The little one is about 4 feet tall, but its hard to gauge her age. She's clearly an albino but has cocoa powder blush along with rainbow sprinkle freackles.
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
The woman waves "Howdy ladies." She grins and sets down her sack.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A humanoid in a pink-striped apron and hat slowly stands up from the floor on the other side of the bar. He lifts up like a marionette, with a grin too wide for his face. His beady eyes watch, taking in everything around him. "Hot mornin', huh? Great day to be sellin' ice cream!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*If you can explain its existence, sure!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They both turn to her and smile "welcome! Can I get you anything?" The teen says
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Indeed it is mate." She nods and grins "Can I get a mint chocolate chip with peanuts?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*random question, are the Vice chefs and the Big G god the only great ones?*
"Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream with peanuts if you would love" She said and looked for a tip jar.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Comin' right up!" He practically dances with the scoop. He applies the peanuts liberally to the bright green ice cream in the glass dish before sliding it over. "10 cents, please!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Nope! There are too many to count! Most of them don't feel obligated to share their names with mere mortals unless they really like them, though, so it's only the Vice Chefs, the One Above All, and Sytosc that are widely known.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The teen had immediately started made the order, ice cream fully filled the cone as peanuts danced into it, she even sprinkles some on top for good mesure. "Here you go miss!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
She nods to both and downs it in no time. She hands the money over to the teens and smiles "Mind if I bother yall for a water and a burger if you got it? I need something in me before I head back to work."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Grost nods. "The girls will be on it. Want some fries with that?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An Older human walks into the shop, despite all this Punk and biotech and ALL the weird crazy fashion trends- *GASP* This guy wears a gray shirts with a dark navy blue overalls, and a pair of glasses (One of the eyes has no lenses). Meet Grandpa Doc, a good old hillbilly grandpa! He has a rounded gray beard, a long head of gray hair that's kept under a bucket hat. He has *Counting* enough of his teeth left, some are rather rotten from the lack of hygiene (NOT HIS FAULT...I Think).
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
A small snake floats up to the counter, eyes glowing black.
(telepathically:) "Ya gotsss any frozen mice?"
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."