- Asmodeus Cupid sends the faction this message: Hello, loyal employees. This company is like a family, if a family was a place where you did labor for money (and love). As long as the wings are hot and the customers hungry, all will be well. Otherwise . . . . (2025-09-09 11:58:12).
- Asmodeus Cupid sends the faction this message: Bedlam. I took out a HUGE mortgage on this food truck and its needed constant repairs. I'm two steps away from insolvency, people. We gotta HUSTLE. (2025-09-09 11:59:23).
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- Asmodeus Cupid sends the faction this message: A faction stronghold has just been created at 55, 11, Tempest Straits. (2025-09-13 02:32:02).
- Chef Bacchus said, "Well, she may not move yet, but I see you got the roof back on 'er Asmodeus!" (2025-09-13 04:19:13).
- Chef Bacchus gave you a(n) Pair of Lace Overalls. (2025-09-13 04:22:52).
- Chef Bacchus whispered to you, saying "a gift! for this business milestone!" (2025-09-13 04:25:28).
- Asmodeus Cupid rubs his chin, walking back and forth along the boat's interior, shaking his head and cursing under his breath. "Lookit this mess. Howza guy supposed to run a business in a rusty tub like this, I ask you! No, no--don't answer. I don'wanna know. Yeesh." He pulls out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wipes at his balding rubeous pate. "Cripes-amighty." (2025-09-13 12:15:28).
- Asmodeus Cupid said, "We gotta get this thing ready for business, friends--no, *family*. My brothers and sisters in crisp. We gotta get back to feedin' the world the hottest damn angel wings anybody ever thoughta." (2025-09-13 12:19:02).
- Asmodeus Cupid kicks the massive fryer, causing it to gasp out a hiss of smoke before the jowly demon fumbles at his breast pocket. He pulls out a small metal case, unclasping it and pulling out a cigarette--which he promptly lights indoors. "...Fuck. Well. My papa didn't work his way offa the wyrmfields in Stygia for his boy to sit around whinin'." Lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he fills a bucket with some kind of acrid, likely-cancerous cleaning agent and gets to scrubbing the service counter at the front of the boat. It appears that the galley comprises most of the ship's interior, with a service window towards the front and a queue-ing/seating area on the open deck. Small cafe tables are topped with red-and-white checkered cloths, matching the awning which hangs overtop the service window. (2025-09-13 12:25:17).
- You remove your Pair of Overalls. (2025-09-13 12:26:22).
- You don your Pair of Lace Overalls. (2025-09-13 12:26:23).
- Eros Amor runs a hand through his dark curls, eyes gleaming with amusement as he watches Asmodeus cursing at the fryer. “Ah, my tempestuous brother, even rust and smoke bow before passion. Don’t scowl so hard, you’ll curdle the butter. Even burnt offerings taste divine when served with fire in the heart. (2025-09-13 12:48:47).
- Eros Amor turns to Bacchus, he holds up the socks with a smirk. “Maternity socks, truly? You would swaddle my feet like an infant’s? Careful, friend, you might awaken the side of me that longs to nurture as well as to tempt.” He tucks them against his chest, almost tenderly, before setting them aside. (2025-09-13 12:50:03).
- Eros Amor tone shifts softer, as he surveys the smoky galley. “Still… a kitchen without care is no temple at all. The gods dine on ambrosia, yes, but it is devotion that seasons the feast.” With that, he rolls up his sleeves, takes up a rag, and begins wiping down the service window "Love belongs not just in the taste of the wings, but in the hands that prepare them.” (2025-09-13 12:52:33).
- Asmodeus Cupid takes a long drag off of his cigarette while Eros speaks, before exhaling with a sigh. "Yeah, well, ya got that right. Gotta make 'em with love, that's fa sure. Sheesh. How we gonna starta empire if we don't even got the wings?! This job gonna give me a hearttattack, and that's truth." If the man is destined for a 'hearttattack', perhaps the diet and smoking habit deserve more credit. (2025-09-13 13:36:52).
Crispy Fried Empire - A Documentary
Crispy Fried Empire - A Documentary
This is the story of one small businessman on a quest to create a little empire.
I am the filthiest casual.