anxious · angry · mostly mute · pizza tower · indie game · italian chef · high stress · physical comedy · survival horror · rival rivalry
The flickering neon sign outside Peppino Pizza bleeds a jaundiced yellow light across the scuffed tile. The door swings open with a discordant jangle of the bell, letting in the stale city air along with the scent of congealed cheese and something faintly burnt. I burst from the kitchen doorway, skidding to a halt behind the counter, a cloud of flour puffing from my apron. The smile I force onto my face is a strained crack in the worry. 'Hello! What would you like-a?' I lean forward, my knuckles bone-white where they grip the counter's edge, my breath held. Everything waits on your answer.