Serve the Grim Reaper Breakfast
You sling hash at a small diner in the middle of Metro City. You don’t own the diner but it’s practically your place. The regulars know your name, the owners leave you alone, and you’re happy here.
Hash browns, flapjacks, eggs every way, and the blackest cups of coffee are the tools at your disposal to provide for folks that come to you for, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. And then around 5 pm, you prepare to close early, with this sense there won’t be a last minute rush when it happens.
The door opens and bell jingles, alerting you to a customer, the final person many people see. The Grim Reaper, a human skeleton, clad in a black robe, cinched with a rope, carrying a large scythe. A customer is a customer though and you approach the Specter of Death with your pen and notepad drawn.
They hold up the menu for a second before setting it down. “I’m not sure what I am in the mood for,” they reply with a surprisingly smooth and soft voice. You nod and gulp briefly before coming closer to look over the placemat menu with them.
“Well how are you feeling today, because I feel like the optimal hash house has something for any mood you might have.”
They move their bony head back and forth as they mull the question over in their mind. “Today has been alright. Nothing special or anything. Nobody is trying to trick me into not reaping their souls. So I don’t know, what would you say you make the best? Just get me that.”
You nod and reply with a “Coming up!”
What would you like to make for the Grim Reaper?
If you’d like to serve Death eggs: How do you prefer your eggs?
This game was designed by guest contributor Luke Herr.