[center][h1]Jeremy Lindall[/h1]
[i]Jeremy's fancy new apartment[/i][/center]

Jeremy sighed as he looked around his new apartment. He'd already been there a couple of days, but he still wasn't quite used to it yet.

"It's my own fault. Can't even complain about it."

And it was true. He should've known what he was getting into when he chose a place with such cheap rent, but for some reason, he was still kind of surprised when he found himself in a room that was [i]maybe[/i] slightly larger than a walk-in closet. Well, ok, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. There wasn't really room for much other than his bed and the kitchen, which probably meant he shouldn't be inviting any guests over in the near future. They'd have to sit on his bed if he did, because there was no room for a table or chairs.

The kitchen [i]was[/i] decent though, and it also had a small balcony where he could grow a few pot plants.

So all in all, he could probably survive in it, at least for now. Maybe when he found a new job, he'd be able to afford somewhere at least slightly better, but as the depressed, unemployed slab of human he was now, this was the best he could hope for, and probably better than he deserved.

But self loathing would have to wait, he had preparations to make! Yes, after spending a decent chunk of the last few days figuring out how to get all the right permits and collecting ingredients, he was ready to earn his rent, selling dishes made with unusual ingredients to the hungry hordes that would be visiting the festival later that morning. More than a few of them had to be imported, but thanks to the efforts of Adrian Washburne, who may or may not be one of the richer people on the planet, he had been able to get more than enough to feed both them [i]and[/i] himself. He even got some less crazy meat for the less adventurous customers, although it was still uncommon enough to keep the gimmick alive.

"Welp, guess I'd better head out."

[center][i]Food Festival[/i][/center]

"Hey, are you scared of snakes? Does the idea of alligators have you quaking in your boots? Well why don't you come on over and remind yourself that [i]you're[/i] the one at the top of the food chain, not them! Try some rattlesnake chilli if you're in the mood for something with a little bite! Or maybe you'd prefer the classic fried gator? Or of course, if you'd prefer something a little less out there, you could try a nice kangaroo stir fry! Take a seat and face your fears in the most delicious way possible!"

Despite working on it for quite a while the night before, Jeremy was beginning to wonder if this maybe wasn't quite the best sales pitch he could've come up with. He wasn't really use to attracting people over, or really being especially social in general. No, he was more of an awkward loser, who would occasionally be confused for intimidating, so this was a new and scary experience for him. Thankfully though, the stall was pretty nice, with a little counter on the side where customers could sit on some bar stools he'd bought and eat right there. He had a nice little set up he'd managed to salvage together too, and while getting everything over to the park had been a little difficult, he was able to keep up with the orders fairly well.

Of course, that was probably just due to the low number of people who were willing to order snake or alligator, but he preferred to think it was his great talent in the kitchen.

In all seriousness though, he'd at least thought the kangaroo would be normal enough for anyone who might not go for the other two...

"Come on, don't be shy! Come and see what it feels like to eat an animal that wants to eat you just as badly! Take a walk on the wild side! Help me pay my rent! Get over here and try some delicious recipes from all over the world before I run out of ingredients!"