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Working off of the success of the [[Dr. Schwan’s Essentials]] product line, [[User:A.schwan|Albert Schwan]] found himself late one night in Colglough wondering how to improve the lives of those within the quarantine zone through the use of Necrotech science. While staring at a blank work-pad, The doctor gagged down a pre-packaged lunch from the Necrotech cafeteria deepfreeze to maintain his strength. At that moment, an idea hit him like a lump of scalding hot preheated gravy hitting the bottom of an empty stomach. If a society works on its stomach, there must be a way to improve the quality of post-outbreak life by improving the caliber of the available cuisine…THROUGH SCIENCE! Introducing Dr. Schwan’s Culinary product line, the newest in scientific advancements from the Colglough Building Labs. | Working off of the success of the [[Dr. Schwan’s Essentials]] product line, [[User:A.schwan|Albert Schwan]] found himself late one night in Colglough wondering how to improve the lives of those within the quarantine zone through the use of Necrotech science. While staring at a blank work-pad, The doctor gagged down a pre-packaged lunch from the Necrotech cafeteria deepfreeze to maintain his strength. At that moment, an idea hit him like a lump of scalding hot preheated gravy hitting the bottom of an empty stomach. If a society works on its stomach, there must be a way to improve the quality of post-outbreak life by improving the caliber of the available cuisine…THROUGH SCIENCE! Introducing Dr. Schwan’s Culinary product line, the newest in scientific advancements from the Colglough Building Labs. | ||
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===<font size=5>The Dr’s Special Feral Undead Seasoning Salt</font>=== | ===<font size=5>The Dr’s Special Feral Undead Seasoning Salt</font>=== | ||
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===<font size=5>Bag-Man Schwan’s Nabra!nzbarg Bra!nz</font>=== | ===<font size=5>Bag-Man Schwan’s Nabra!nzbarg Bra!nz</font>=== | ||
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Having observed the effect of revivification fluid on human tissue, Dr. Schwan began to wonder about its potential on other dead specimens. During his travels he had come across squirrels, tigers, an owl and a few other creatures who seemed to respond identically to the solution, experiencing full revivification. As an experiment at Miscotonic U, he had even tried a predecessor to the Necrotech solution on a severed limb, with violent and unpredicted results that lead to the hospitalization of two lab assistants. Presumably because of the solution's built-in imperative to reconstruct cerebral tissue first, the arm developed a brain-like growth near the wrist, the removal of which proved to be the only method for terminating the experiment. Post experiment vivisection revealed the tumor to be capable of sending out base motor impulses through rudimentary synapses but incapable of any degree of conscious thought or malice, making its action truly mysterious. In his recent attempts to follow up on this research and push the limits of revivification fluid application, the doctor attempted—under carefully controlled conditions—to apply the solution to an amalgamated lump of bean curd and spam. The result: the lump of matter formed itself into a near perfect human brain with only a slight color variation from the genuine article. Attempts at transplantation proved that the brain did not have the capacity to stimulate a body or to reason as electrical activity was only very minimal and will was altogether absent. Prepared to call the experiment a failure, Dr. Schwan had just heaved the remnants into a bin, when a zombie incursion into the facility allowed two zombies to gain access to his lab. Set to defend himself, Dr. Schwan watched in amazement as the zombies cried BRA!NZ and began to devour his test materials. Revivifying both zombies, the doctor quickly began work on what would eventually become BAG-MAN SCHWAN’S NABRA!NZBARG BRA!NZ. | |||
TESTED AND FOUND FIT FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION! | TESTED AND FOUND FIT FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION! | ||
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<center>To order and use BAG-MAN SCHWAN’S NABRA!NZBARG BRA!NZ simply copy the code for the following tag to your user page | <center>To order and use BAG-MAN SCHWAN’S NABRA!NZBARG BRA!NZ simply copy the code for the following tag to your user page | ||
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===Dr. Schwan’s Insta-Full=== | ===<font size=5>Dr. Schwan’s Insta-Full</font>=== | ||
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There is a misconception that just because zombies are often broken and bloody in appearance, they are incapable of healing from an injury. In fact, just the opposite is true. While spending some time at the Fort Perryn Gatehouse, Dr. Schwan was carefully observing the battle with his usual scientific vigor when he saw a Fort Perryn soldier shoot a zombie in the head, causing it to fall to the ground mere feet from where he was concealed. The zombie lie there with a gaping hole in its head and, as the doctor watched, he noticed the hole begin to close. As it did so, Dr. Schwan removed bits of the brain matter with his medi-kit, observing them reform and enlarge on the end of his tweezers before ceasing and returning to a shriveled grey lump. He repeated this experiment several times on the zombie, picking away matter as the cranial wound sealed, and each time the result was the same, it enlarged then shriveled. Writing down his results, he allowed the wound to seal and secluded himself as the zombie rose and resumed its attack on the fort. | There is a misconception that just because zombies are often broken and bloody in appearance, they are incapable of healing from an injury. In fact, just the opposite is true. While spending some time at the Fort Perryn Gatehouse, Dr. Schwan was carefully observing the battle with his usual scientific vigor when he saw a Fort Perryn soldier shoot a zombie in the head, causing it to fall to the ground mere feet from where he was concealed. The zombie lie there with a gaping hole in its head and, as the doctor watched, he noticed the hole begin to close. As it did so, Dr. Schwan removed bits of the brain matter with his medi-kit, observing them reform and enlarge on the end of his tweezers before ceasing and returning to a shriveled grey lump. He repeated this experiment several times on the zombie, picking away matter as the cranial wound sealed, and each time the result was the same, it enlarged then shriveled. Writing down his results, he allowed the wound to seal and secluded himself as the zombie rose and resumed its attack on the fort. | ||
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Dr. Schwan’s Insta-Full: a meal in a bite. Also available in chicken, lamb, and pork. | Dr. Schwan’s Insta-Full: a meal in a bite. Also available in chicken, lamb, and pork. | ||
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===<font size=5>Dr. Schwan's Single Malt Malton Whiskey</font>=== | |||
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Being the facility head of a Necrotech building in Malton is never an easy job, but, while some of his colleagues may choose to throw themselves from the high windows, Dr. Schwan gets by with an occasional nip of fermented fortification. Since setting up shop in Colglough, the doctor has maintained a fully stocked bar in his office and prides himself on the quality of the contents therein. Whether treating the soldiers from the Fort to a libation or helping a member of the zombie hoard take the edge off after a particularly traumatizing revive, Dr. Schwan had always considered it part of his duty to provide refreshments for his guests. However, over time, he began to realize that the intoxicating effect of the alcohol was getting weaker and weaker. Initially, he attributed this to the sobering nature of post-outbreak life, finding new and higher quality beverages to slake his psychological thirst, but as the condition worsened, he became convinced that it was a response to a biological change. While this nagged him, there was always something more pressing than what he had begrudgingly named “the booze issue” until the straw that broke the camel’s back came in the person of one Kieran Furlong: a man with a taste for alcohol to rival Dionysus himself who—emboldened by a virus-augmented tolerance—seemed determined to drink the Dr. out of house and home. Having revised his list of priorities, Dr. Schwan immediately began to research the cause and possible solutions to “the booze issue.” | Being the facility head of a Necrotech building in Malton is never an easy job, but, while some of his colleagues may choose to throw themselves from the high windows, Dr. Schwan gets by with an occasional nip of fermented fortification. Since setting up shop in Colglough, the doctor has maintained a fully stocked bar in his office and prides himself on the quality of the contents therein. Whether treating the soldiers from the Fort to a libation or helping a member of the zombie hoard take the edge off after a particularly traumatizing revive, Dr. Schwan had always considered it part of his duty to provide refreshments for his guests. However, over time, he began to realize that the intoxicating effect of the alcohol was getting weaker and weaker. Initially, he attributed this to the sobering nature of post-outbreak life, finding new and higher quality beverages to slake his psychological thirst, but as the condition worsened, he became convinced that it was a response to a biological change. While this nagged him, there was always something more pressing than what he had begrudgingly named “the booze issue” until the straw that broke the camel’s back came in the person of one Kieran Furlong: a man with a taste for alcohol to rival Dionysus himself who—emboldened by a virus-augmented tolerance—seemed determined to drink the Dr. out of house and home. Having revised his list of priorities, Dr. Schwan immediately began to research the cause and possible solutions to “the booze issue.” | ||
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This unique in-house beverage uses a patented process whereby the barley (grown on the rooftop of the Colglough Building itself) is malted in a mixture of water, preservative fluid, and concentrated rot virus. The resulting mash is strained and distilled producing a fine whiskey with a smoky aroma and a bite unrivaled by standard potables. This whiskey will knock even the stoutest of revelers flat on his ass, intoxicating even the undead with its mixture of manufacturing excellence and cutting edge science. | This unique in-house beverage uses a patented process whereby the barley (grown on the rooftop of the Colglough Building itself) is malted in a mixture of water, preservative fluid, and concentrated rot virus. The resulting mash is strained and distilled producing a fine whiskey with a smoky aroma and a bite unrivaled by standard potables. This whiskey will knock even the stoutest of revelers flat on his ass, intoxicating even the undead with its mixture of manufacturing excellence and cutting edge science. | ||
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===<font size=5>BRA!N-RAHM</font>=== | |||
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It was a cold November in Malton that found Dr. Albert Schwan sitting in Anne General Hospital, recovering from a recent zombie attack in the Hurst Building in lower Whittenside. Looking around the room as the contents of the first aid kit began their miraculous work, he became fixated by the spashes of blood on the walls, and, as is often his habit, began to visualize fractal patterns in the seemingly random smears and splatters. He also mused on the wisdom of Necrotech deciding to put Morphine drips in standard issue first aid kits. To counteract the lethargy, he injected himself with a dose of his rot virus derived medication Rotalin. His mind began to clear just as his wounds began to close at their usual heightened rate. Finally, his eyes snapped into focus and he noticed a more regular shape in the blood on the wall, mostly covered by an overturned centrifuge and some other equipment. He cleared away the debris and discovered it to be a bloody hand-print.<br> | It was a cold November in Malton that found Dr. Albert Schwan sitting in Anne General Hospital, recovering from a recent zombie attack in the Hurst Building in lower Whittenside. Looking around the room as the contents of the first aid kit began their miraculous work, he became fixated by the spashes of blood on the walls, and, as is often his habit, began to visualize fractal patterns in the seemingly random smears and splatters. He also mused on the wisdom of Necrotech deciding to put Morphine drips in standard issue first aid kits. To counteract the lethargy, he injected himself with a dose of his rot virus derived medication Rotalin. His mind began to clear just as his wounds began to close at their usual heightened rate. Finally, his eyes snapped into focus and he noticed a more regular shape in the blood on the wall, mostly covered by an overturned centrifuge and some other equipment. He cleared away the debris and discovered it to be a bloody hand-print.<br> | ||
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Albert crept softly into the ruined Colglough building with his new creation, righted a lab table, and set the BRA!N-RAM on it with a note that read “Happy Thanksgiving.” He was unsure if they would notice the product and deemed it highly unlikely that they would appreciate it even if they did. This was England after all. But then he reasoned, if one cannot go on a contaminated medical supply induced trip down memory lane and do something illogical with the best of intentions that may be gravely misinterpreted by one’s brain-eating neighbors, then what else are the holidays for? <br> | Albert crept softly into the ruined Colglough building with his new creation, righted a lab table, and set the BRA!N-RAM on it with a note that read “Happy Thanksgiving.” He was unsure if they would notice the product and deemed it highly unlikely that they would appreciate it even if they did. This was England after all. But then he reasoned, if one cannot go on a contaminated medical supply induced trip down memory lane and do something illogical with the best of intentions that may be gravely misinterpreted by one’s brain-eating neighbors, then what else are the holidays for? <br> | ||
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===<font size=5>Dr. Schwan’s NT Flavor Additives</font>=== | |||
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Albert sat at a desk inside the Needs Building enjoying a morning breeze as it poured in through the open window on the far side of the room. The air in Wyke Hills was so different from that in Whittenside; he found himself almost missing the fetid stench of decay: a scent ripe with possibility and the promise of endless test subjects. Still, the people of Wyke Hills were a fine group and not having to repair or replace laboratory equipment every day definitely had its benefits. He took a sip of his Whiskey—a remnant of the Colglough distillery, now served in the newly established Twelfth Hour Bar—and mused on the shadow of a cobweb cast by the rising sun across the ceiling of the room. Intricacy, structure, functionality: he could relate. Just then a building regular, a man who chose to call himself NightFighta, climbed in over the barricades. Albert nodded in greeting. There was nothing out of the ordinary in this event but something in the simple phrase that he uttered as he walked by caught Albert’s attention: “those Rot revives sure leave a bad taste in a person’s mouth”. Still tracing the outline of the web shadow with his eyes, Albert thought back to some of his many deaths. Searching his memory, he realized that the observation seemed familiar, though through all of the physical trauma associated with the revivification process, there was seldom time to take stock of such a trivial sensation. Was there such a taste? And if so, what produced it? <br> | Albert sat at a desk inside the Needs Building enjoying a morning breeze as it poured in through the open window on the far side of the room. The air in Wyke Hills was so different from that in Whittenside; he found himself almost missing the fetid stench of decay: a scent ripe with possibility and the promise of endless test subjects. Still, the people of Wyke Hills were a fine group and not having to repair or replace laboratory equipment every day definitely had its benefits. He took a sip of his Whiskey—a remnant of the Colglough distillery, now served in the newly established Twelfth Hour Bar—and mused on the shadow of a cobweb cast by the rising sun across the ceiling of the room. Intricacy, structure, functionality: he could relate. Just then a building regular, a man who chose to call himself NightFighta, climbed in over the barricades. Albert nodded in greeting. There was nothing out of the ordinary in this event but something in the simple phrase that he uttered as he walked by caught Albert’s attention: “those Rot revives sure leave a bad taste in a person’s mouth”. Still tracing the outline of the web shadow with his eyes, Albert thought back to some of his many deaths. Searching his memory, he realized that the observation seemed familiar, though through all of the physical trauma associated with the revivification process, there was seldom time to take stock of such a trivial sensation. Was there such a taste? And if so, what produced it? <br> | ||
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The end result of the research that followed was Dr. Schwan’s NT Flavor Packets: a breakthrough in flavoring that uses an additive packet added to the contents of a standard issue NT syringe. The contents create an additional step in the revivification process that replaces the contents of the glands in question with a flavored mucus before converting them back into saliva glands. The only effects—after Albert and his team were able to design out the horrible and debilitating rash experienced by the first few test subjects—are a slight increase in revivification time (2.5 minutes) and a pleasant flavored sensation in the mouth. <br> | The end result of the research that followed was Dr. Schwan’s NT Flavor Packets: a breakthrough in flavoring that uses an additive packet added to the contents of a standard issue NT syringe. The contents create an additional step in the revivification process that replaces the contents of the glands in question with a flavored mucus before converting them back into saliva glands. The only effects—after Albert and his team were able to design out the horrible and debilitating rash experienced by the first few test subjects—are a slight increase in revivification time (2.5 minutes) and a pleasant flavored sensation in the mouth. <br> | ||
Dr. Schwan’s NT Flavor Packets come in Revivifying Mint, Banana, Strawberry, Coffee, Orange, Green Tea, Garden Lavender, and, at the insistence of Petite Fille of the Feral Undead, Lady Grey (actually a cocktail of the green tea, coffee, and orange flavors that approximates a dark tea and bergamot flavor) <br><br> | Dr. Schwan’s NT Flavor Packets come in Revivifying Mint, Banana, Strawberry, Coffee, Orange, Green Tea, Garden Lavender, and, at the insistence of Petite Fille of the Feral Undead, Lady Grey (actually a cocktail of the green tea, coffee, and orange flavors that approximates a dark tea and bergamot flavor) <br><br> | ||
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===<font size=5>Holiday Eats...Through Science!</font>=== | |||
===Holiday Eats...Through Science!=== | |||
"Holiday Eats...Through Science" is a cookbook featuring recipes designed to put the ''fest''ive back in "zombie in''fest''ed city". The recipes feature several D.S. R&D products and can be cooked with materials and implements found within the quarantine zone. | "Holiday Eats...Through Science" is a cookbook featuring recipes designed to put the ''fest''ive back in "zombie in''fest''ed city". The recipes feature several D.S. R&D products and can be cooked with materials and implements found within the quarantine zone. | ||
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