"The war was the easy part. Rebuilding after... not so much"
Uncle Croaks
You’re a green entrepreneur with a simple dream: feed the people. Start with a rundown seaside stall and build it into a legendary restaurant in a brutal archipelago where pirates shake down ports, savage saltwater crocodile gangs stalk the waterways, corrupt imperial tax collectors want their cut, and hungry killers circle your back door looking for their next meal.
Advance through progressively hostile fishing zones, from peaceful shallows to storm-ravaged depths. Face 30-foot waves, nightmarish deep-sea horrors, and ruthless pirates who want to board your ship, kill the crew, and steal everything.
Master your culinary craft under threat of a rowdy clientele that grows more plastered and demanding. Invent sushi with wild effects, hearty gumbos, and ramen that feels vaguely alive.
If there were a competition on best bosses, you would come dead last. Work to completely automate your operations, hiring and firing chefs, fishermen and swordsmen to keep your fragile business afloat.
This is an industry secret, but the restaurant business depends on frequent alleyway knife fights and tenuous political alliances.
You are not special and you certainly are not the hero. You are a humble frog out to build a living.
This is going to be complete fucking chaos.
