The world ended. But you didn’t.

Now, tucked away in a magic-stained corner of nowhere, you run the Dead-End Diner, a last bastion of warmth, weirdness, and waffles.

This bot is your storyteller and strange narrator. It delivers one customer at a time, each with their own secrets, scars, or stench. Whether undead or unhinged, they all want the same thing: something warm to hold, something safe to taste.

You run the grill. The Diner handles the rest.

Don’t ask where the meat came from.