Looking for an artist that wants to join a group with a talented writer and programmer. Have multiple concepts ready to go including a prologue I posted earlier but also includes one I will post in this chat. We have the vision and programming ready, just need someone who can bring it to display.
Restaurant management sim concept-
Growing up without a mom was tough, but my dad did everything in his ability to give me a good home. This meant long hours away working for him however, but he always made time on Saturday mornings to cook a big brunch. He would always let me pick whatever food sounded good and eventually allowed me to help him in the kitchen. Those Saturdays were the happiest memories I had growing up. I can still smell the bacon sizzling on the griddle, see the way the syrup and butter ran down a pancake stack, and remember the explosion of flavor the first time I bit into the creation of the day. Those mornings were always full of love, a beacon that made the rest of the time apart bearable. When I was 10 my dad brought home Michelle, a woman he had been dating for awhile. At first I was… hesitant… not angry, but worried… afraid Michelle would take the little time away that me and dad had for each other. When she came over that Saturday morning I was afraid that the beacon of light was leaving forever. I was distant, but Michelle asked for my help making something new. As she put the ingredients in the bowl I was whisking I thought we were making some weird pancakes, shyly I asked why we were making runny pancakes. Michelle laughed and said this was a treat just for me. She then asked to whisk another bowl with cream cheese, vanilla, powdered sugar, cream, and lemon juice. I made a disgusted face to which my Dad laughed and said to trust Michelle. I remember Dad cutting up fruits, bananas, strawberries, and raspberries. When I finished mixing the cream cheese concoction Michelle hovered by with a plate of the skinniest pancakes I ever saw. I made a weird face and said why would we be making flat pancakes. Both Michelle and my Dad laughed at this, Dad tousled my hair and said “Watch.”. Michelle began filling the flat pancakes and then folding them around the cream cheese filling. Dad then put the finishing touches of sliced fruit on these pancake burritos. “Are these some kind of breakfast burrito?” I inquired again. Michelle leaned down to me, “These are crepes, a recipe my Mom passed down to me, and something I wanted to share with you.” I remember sitting down at the table with that sweet smell. I remember that first bite, the light, eggy crepe, the sweet, sugary filling, and then the tart fruit bringing a note of acid. It was the best thing I had ever tasted. I beamed at Michelle, “It’s soo good!” The face she made was what I remember most of that day, the pure joy and heartfelt sincerity from me had brought a tear to her eyes. She smiled so sweetly at me and for the first time I realized just how much a good meal could bring people together. Michelle expressed herself to me through those crepes. She showed that she wanted me to be happy, that she cared, and that she was willing to put in the effort to be with me and my dad. That memory Michelle gave me was more than just the crepes, it was proof that you could reach someone through your food. That you could change someone's life through a heartfelt meal.
Restaurant management sim concept-
Growing up without a mom was tough, but my dad did everything in his ability to give me a good home. This meant long hours away working for him however, but he always made time on Saturday mornings to cook a big brunch. He would always let me pick whatever food sounded good and eventually allowed me to help him in the kitchen. Those Saturdays were the happiest memories I had growing up. I can still smell the bacon sizzling on the griddle, see the way the syrup and butter ran down a pancake stack, and remember the explosion of flavor the first time I bit into the creation of the day. Those mornings were always full of love, a beacon that made the rest of the time apart bearable. When I was 10 my dad brought home Michelle, a woman he had been dating for awhile. At first I was… hesitant… not angry, but worried… afraid Michelle would take the little time away that me and dad had for each other. When she came over that Saturday morning I was afraid that the beacon of light was leaving forever. I was distant, but Michelle asked for my help making something new. As she put the ingredients in the bowl I was whisking I thought we were making some weird pancakes, shyly I asked why we were making runny pancakes. Michelle laughed and said this was a treat just for me. She then asked to whisk another bowl with cream cheese, vanilla, powdered sugar, cream, and lemon juice. I made a disgusted face to which my Dad laughed and said to trust Michelle. I remember Dad cutting up fruits, bananas, strawberries, and raspberries. When I finished mixing the cream cheese concoction Michelle hovered by with a plate of the skinniest pancakes I ever saw. I made a weird face and said why would we be making flat pancakes. Both Michelle and my Dad laughed at this, Dad tousled my hair and said “Watch.”. Michelle began filling the flat pancakes and then folding them around the cream cheese filling. Dad then put the finishing touches of sliced fruit on these pancake burritos. “Are these some kind of breakfast burrito?” I inquired again. Michelle leaned down to me, “These are crepes, a recipe my Mom passed down to me, and something I wanted to share with you.” I remember sitting down at the table with that sweet smell. I remember that first bite, the light, eggy crepe, the sweet, sugary filling, and then the tart fruit bringing a note of acid. It was the best thing I had ever tasted. I beamed at Michelle, “It’s soo good!” The face she made was what I remember most of that day, the pure joy and heartfelt sincerity from me had brought a tear to her eyes. She smiled so sweetly at me and for the first time I realized just how much a good meal could bring people together. Michelle expressed herself to me through those crepes. She showed that she wanted me to be happy, that she cared, and that she was willing to put in the effort to be with me and my dad. That memory Michelle gave me was more than just the crepes, it was proof that you could reach someone through your food. That you could change someone's life through a heartfelt meal.
