A tall, broad shouldered man rides into town on a horse drawn cart. A wide brimmed hat shades his head and a grizzly beard mars his face. A corncob pipe is stuck between his jaws, and he holds the reins of the horse loosely in his wide, strong hands. He wears baggy overalls with a dusty faded flannel shirt underneath.
Grost smiles at him from the window, waving for him to come inside.
The man hops down from the cart and ties his horse securely. He looks around, before walking inside. He tips his hat and stick his thumbs in his overall straps, "Hi'dy, what've we here?"
"Welcome to Grost's Gourmet Glaciers! We serve ice cream, slushies, candy, burgers, pizza, and all sorts of other grub! Just a couple pennies will get you a meal worthy of a Vice-Chef!"
"Well, I sure could do with some supper." He scratches at his grizzly chin as his red eyes scan the menu, "Git me some pizza, cheesiest you got please." As he waits for the meal he glances side to side, "I don't 'spose you know o' a feller by the name of Peter Grimlik, do you?"
"Welcome to Grost's Gourmet Glaciers! We serve ice cream, slushies, candy, burgers, pizza, and all sorts of other grub! Just a couple pennies will get you a meal worthy of a Vice-Chef!"
"Well, I sure could do with some supper." He scratches at his grizzly chin as his red eyes scan the menu, "Git me some pizza, cheesiest you got please." As he waits for the meal he glances side to side, "I don't 'spose you know o' a feller by the name of Peter Grimlik, do you?"
The man in the pink-pinstriped apron shakes his head. "I don't believe so. I'll make you a pie with plenty of mozzarella, provolone, asiago, and parmesan. You want the crust stuffed too?"
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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.
"Welcome to Grost's Gourmet Glaciers! We serve ice cream, slushies, candy, burgers, pizza, and all sorts of other grub! Just a couple pennies will get you a meal worthy of a Vice-Chef!"
"Well, I sure could do with some supper." He scratches at his grizzly chin as his red eyes scan the menu, "Git me some pizza, cheesiest you got please." As he waits for the meal he glances side to side, "I don't 'spose you know o' a feller by the name of Peter Grimlik, do you?"
The man in the pink-pinstriped apron shakes his head. "I don't believe so. I'll make you a pie with plenty of mozzarella, provolone, asiago, and parmesan. You want the crust stuffed too?"
"That's a shame," He sighs before nodding, "Yes, please."
"Welcome to Grost's Gourmet Glaciers! We serve ice cream, slushies, candy, burgers, pizza, and all sorts of other grub! Just a couple pennies will get you a meal worthy of a Vice-Chef!"
"Well, I sure could do with some supper." He scratches at his grizzly chin as his red eyes scan the menu, "Git me some pizza, cheesiest you got please." As he waits for the meal he glances side to side, "I don't 'spose you know o' a feller by the name of Peter Grimlik, do you?"
The man in the pink-pinstriped apron shakes his head. "I don't believe so. I'll make you a pie with plenty of mozzarella, provolone, asiago, and parmesan. You want the crust stuffed too?"
"That's a shame," He sighs before nodding, "Yes, please."
He begins to roll out some pizza dough on a floured counter. "If you tell me a bit more about the guy, maybe I could help you. Most people don't give their names when out buying 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.
"Welcome to Grost's Gourmet Glaciers! We serve ice cream, slushies, candy, burgers, pizza, and all sorts of other grub! Just a couple pennies will get you a meal worthy of a Vice-Chef!"
"Well, I sure could do with some supper." He scratches at his grizzly chin as his red eyes scan the menu, "Git me some pizza, cheesiest you got please." As he waits for the meal he glances side to side, "I don't 'spose you know o' a feller by the name of Peter Grimlik, do you?"
The man in the pink-pinstriped apron shakes his head. "I don't believe so. I'll make you a pie with plenty of mozzarella, provolone, asiago, and parmesan. You want the crust stuffed too?"
"That's a shame," He sighs before nodding, "Yes, please."
He begins to roll out some pizza dough on a floured counter. "If you tell me a bit more about the guy, maybe I could help you. Most people don't give their names when out buying ice cream."
He hesitates, "I ain't never met the man. I came here lookin' for the feller -- fer business reasons. I thank he's 'sposed to live 'round... dern it, I'm strugglin' to recollect the name..." He winks one eye and scratches under his hat as he struggles to remember, "Driver's -- no, Driveler's Lane! That's it!"
He begins to roll out some pizza dough on a floured counter. "If you tell me a bit more about the guy, maybe I could help you. Most people don't give their names when out buying ice cream."
He hesitates, "I ain't never met the man. I came here lookin' for the feller -- fer business reasons. I thank he's 'sposed to live 'round... dern it, I'm strugglin' to recollect the name..." He winks one eye and scratches under his hat as he struggles to remember, "Driver's -- no, Driveler's Lane! That's it!"
He begins to toss the dough, then stops briefly to check the map on the wall. "You must have been going in the right direction, cause that's directly on our path!"
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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.
He begins to roll out some pizza dough on a floured counter. "If you tell me a bit more about the guy, maybe I could help you. Most people don't give their names when out buying ice cream."
He hesitates, "I ain't never met the man. I came here lookin' for the feller -- fer business reasons. I thank he's 'sposed to live 'round... dern it, I'm strugglin' to recollect the name..." He winks one eye and scratches under his hat as he struggles to remember, "Driver's -- no, Driveler's Lane! That's it!"
He begins to toss the dough, then stops briefly to check the map on the wall. "You must have been going in the right direction, cause that's directly on our path!"
He flashes a brief smile, revealing long sharp canines, “Well ain’t that fortunate. I ain’t from around these parts, my neck of the woods way out’n the swamp. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in the city and I can’t recollect the layout o’ the place. Looks like I got lucky today though.”
He begins to toss the dough, then stops briefly to check the map on the wall. "You must have been going in the right direction, cause that's directly on our path!"
He flashes a brief smile, revealing long sharp canines, “Well ain’t that fortunate. I ain’t from around these parts, my neck of the woods way out’n the swamp. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in the city and I can’t recollect the layout o’ the place. Looks like I got lucky today though.”
He rolls the cheese into the crust, grinning. "Don't worry too much about it. Engine of Saturn isn't gonna be here someday, and that someday is sure to come within the next decade. People are leaving too fast for them to help the city with their ideas, and the city is so heavy at this point they might just have to give up anyway. The road is technically over a mile below the swamp at this point."
He begins to toss the dough, then stops briefly to check the map on the wall. "You must have been going in the right direction, cause that's directly on our path!"
He flashes a brief smile, revealing long sharp canines, “Well ain’t that fortunate. I ain’t from around these parts, my neck of the woods way out’n the swamp. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in the city and I can’t recollect the layout o’ the place. Looks like I got lucky today though.”
He rolls the cheese into the crust, grinning. "Don't worry too much about it. Engine of Saturn isn't gonna be here someday, and that someday is sure to come within the next decade. People are leaving too fast for them to help the city with their ideas, and the city is so heavy at this point they might just have to give up anyway. The road is technically over a mile below the swamp at this point."
He shakes his head at the state of the world, “The wilds and the waters ain’t never gonna be tamed. Humanity is crushin’ itself in its own progress. That’s why I live out’n the hollers.”
He rolls the cheese into the crust, grinning. "Don't worry too much about it. Engine of Saturn isn't gonna be here someday, and that someday is sure to come within the next decade. People are leaving too fast for them to help the city with their ideas, and the city is so heavy at this point they might just have to give up anyway. The road is technically over a mile below the swamp at this point."
He shakes his head at the state of the world, “The wilds and the waters ain’t never gonna be tamed. Humanity is crushin’ itself in its own progress. That’s why I live out’n the hollers.”
He chuckles and begins to put on the sauce. "You might want to go to the Fald Union at some point, even if only for a bit. Vice-Chef Herdta protects the freedom of the people there, whether accidental or not. It is a nation without law, only nature and what people do with it. Also lots of moonshine. You wouldn't believe how much moonshine."
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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.
He rolls the cheese into the crust, grinning. "Don't worry too much about it. Engine of Saturn isn't gonna be here someday, and that someday is sure to come within the next decade. People are leaving too fast for them to help the city with their ideas, and the city is so heavy at this point they might just have to give up anyway. The road is technically over a mile below the swamp at this point."
He shakes his head at the state of the world, “The wilds and the waters ain’t never gonna be tamed. Humanity is crushin’ itself in its own progress. That’s why I live out’n the hollers.”
He chuckles and begins to put on the sauce. "You might want to go to the Fald Union at some point, even if only for a bit. Vice-Chef Herdta protects the freedom of the people there, whether accidental or not. It is a nation without law, only nature and what people do with it. Also lots of moonshine. You wouldn't believe how much moonshine."
His red eyes flash and his hairy lips part into a sharp toothed smile. “Hehehe. Those sound like my sort o’ folks. Ain’t moonshine… illegal ‘round these parts though?”
He rolls the cheese into the crust, grinning. "Don't worry too much about it. Engine of Saturn isn't gonna be here someday, and that someday is sure to come within the next decade. People are leaving too fast for them to help the city with their ideas, and the city is so heavy at this point they might just have to give up anyway. The road is technically over a mile below the swamp at this point."
He shakes his head at the state of the world, “The wilds and the waters ain’t never gonna be tamed. Humanity is crushin’ itself in its own progress. That’s why I live out’n the hollers.”
He chuckles and begins to put on the sauce. "You might want to go to the Fald Union at some point, even if only for a bit. Vice-Chef Herdta protects the freedom of the people there, whether accidental or not. It is a nation without law, only nature and what people do with it. Also lots of moonshine. You wouldn't believe how much moonshine."
His red eyes flash and his hairy lips part into a sharp toothed smile. “Hehehe. Those sound like my sort o’ folks. Ain’t moonshine… illegal ‘round these parts though?”
He begins to layer on pounds of cheese. "Oh, absolutely. But over there, there are no laws against... well, anything. It's full of vigilante justice and illegal weapons."
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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.
He chuckles and begins to put on the sauce. "You might want to go to the Fald Union at some point, even if only for a bit. Vice-Chef Herdta protects the freedom of the people there, whether accidental or not. It is a nation without law, only nature and what people do with it. Also lots of moonshine. You wouldn't believe how much moonshine."
His red eyes flash and his hairy lips part into a sharp toothed smile. “Hehehe. Those sound like my sort o’ folks. Ain’t moonshine… illegal ‘round these parts though?”
He begins to layer on pounds of cheese. "Oh, absolutely. But over there, there are no laws against... well, anything. It's full of vigilante justice and illegal weapons."
He eyes the cheese as he talks, “I thank I may pay the place a visit while I’m around. Sounds mighty dangerous, but not to diff’ernt from some places I’ve been and lived.”
He begins to layer on pounds of cheese. "Oh, absolutely. But over there, there are no laws against... well, anything. It's full of vigilante justice and illegal weapons."
He eyes the cheese as he talks, “I thank I may pay the place a visit while I’m around. Sounds mighty dangerous, but not to diff’ernt from some places I’ve been and lived.”
He slides the pizza into the oven to bake. "It's the Vice Chef of Death's territory, so it might be worse. Herdta likes to think that experiences are all that matter since you can't take material things with you. This has rubbed off on the local occultists who seek her favor. They love gunpowder and sell it to the homesteaders in trade for good food that they sacrifice in hopes that Herdta will finally notice them."
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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.
He begins to layer on pounds of cheese. "Oh, absolutely. But over there, there are no laws against... well, anything. It's full of vigilante justice and illegal weapons."
He eyes the cheese as he talks, “I thank I may pay the place a visit while I’m around. Sounds mighty dangerous, but not to diff’ernt from some places I’ve been and lived.”
He slides the pizza into the oven to bake. "It's the Vice Chef of Death's territory, so it might be worse. Herdta likes to think that experiences are all that matter since you can't take material things with you. This has rubbed off on the local occultists who seek her favor. They love gunpowder and sell it to the homesteaders in trade for good food that they sacrifice in hopes that Herdta will finally notice them."
“I’ve seen pretty darn bad.” He mutters quietly. When he doesn’t think you’re looking he pulls out a small flask from some deep pocket and takes a quick swig before stuffing it away again quickly. “What do they want the Death Chef’s attention for? Sounds mighty styupid to me.”
He slides the pizza into the oven to bake. "It's the Vice Chef of Death's territory, so it might be worse. Herdta likes to think that experiences are all that matter since you can't take material things with you. This has rubbed off on the local occultists who seek her favor. They love gunpowder and sell it to the homesteaders in trade for good food that they sacrifice in hopes that Herdta will finally notice them."
“I’ve seen pretty darn bad.” He mutters quietly. When he doesn’t think you’re looking he pulls out a small flask from some deep pocket and takes a quick swig before stuffing it away again quickly. “What do they want the Death Chef’s attention for? Sounds mighty styupid to me.”
"No idea. The Vice Chefs are fickle at the best of times. I've worked with some, so I should know. Herdta in particular only manifests as a corpse-puppeteering slime mold, so I'm not sure why they would want to summon an aspect of her. She isn't cruel... but she sure isn't nice either."
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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.
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"Well, I sure could do with some supper." He scratches at his grizzly chin as his red eyes scan the menu, "Git me some pizza, cheesiest you got please." As he waits for the meal he glances side to side, "I don't 'spose you know o' a feller by the name of Peter Grimlik, do you?"
The man in the pink-pinstriped apron shakes his head. "I don't believe so. I'll make you a pie with plenty of mozzarella, provolone, asiago, and parmesan. You want the crust stuffed too?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That's a shame," He sighs before nodding, "Yes, please."
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He begins to roll out some pizza dough on a floured counter. "If you tell me a bit more about the guy, maybe I could help you. Most people don't give their names when out buying 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.
He hesitates, "I ain't never met the man. I came here lookin' for the feller -- fer business reasons. I thank he's 'sposed to live 'round... dern it, I'm strugglin' to recollect the name..." He winks one eye and scratches under his hat as he struggles to remember, "Driver's -- no, Driveler's Lane! That's it!"
He begins to toss the dough, then stops briefly to check the map on the wall. "You must have been going in the right direction, cause that's directly on our path!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He flashes a brief smile, revealing long sharp canines, “Well ain’t that fortunate. I ain’t from around these parts, my neck of the woods way out’n the swamp. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in the city and I can’t recollect the layout o’ the place. Looks like I got lucky today though.”
He rolls the cheese into the crust, grinning. "Don't worry too much about it. Engine of Saturn isn't gonna be here someday, and that someday is sure to come within the next decade. People are leaving too fast for them to help the city with their ideas, and the city is so heavy at this point they might just have to give up anyway. The road is technically over a mile below the swamp at this point."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*DECADE, not Sunday!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He shakes his head at the state of the world, “The wilds and the waters ain’t never gonna be tamed. Humanity is crushin’ itself in its own progress. That’s why I live out’n the hollers.”
*Haha, I was wondering about that.*
He chuckles and begins to put on the sauce. "You might want to go to the Fald Union at some point, even if only for a bit. Vice-Chef Herdta protects the freedom of the people there, whether accidental or not. It is a nation without law, only nature and what people do with it. Also lots of moonshine. You wouldn't believe how much moonshine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His red eyes flash and his hairy lips part into a sharp toothed smile. “Hehehe. Those sound like my sort o’ folks. Ain’t moonshine… illegal ‘round these parts though?”
He begins to layer on pounds of cheese. "Oh, absolutely. But over there, there are no laws against... well, anything. It's full of vigilante justice and illegal weapons."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He eyes the cheese as he talks, “I thank I may pay the place a visit while I’m around. Sounds mighty dangerous, but not to diff’ernt from some places I’ve been and lived.”
He slides the pizza into the oven to bake. "It's the Vice Chef of Death's territory, so it might be worse. Herdta likes to think that experiences are all that matter since you can't take material things with you. This has rubbed off on the local occultists who seek her favor. They love gunpowder and sell it to the homesteaders in trade for good food that they sacrifice in hopes that Herdta will finally notice them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I’ve seen pretty darn bad.” He mutters quietly. When he doesn’t think you’re looking he pulls out a small flask from some deep pocket and takes a quick swig before stuffing it away again quickly. “What do they want the Death Chef’s attention for? Sounds mighty styupid to me.”
"No idea. The Vice Chefs are fickle at the best of times. I've worked with some, so I should know. Herdta in particular only manifests as a corpse-puppeteering slime mold, so I'm not sure why they would want to summon an aspect of her. She isn't cruel... but she sure isn't nice either."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.