Rathskeller: The I.D. Badge Backstory

Mutation Radiation Blaster / Enery Manipulator

It wasn't an alehouse in the traditional sense. Sure there was a questionable liquor license that faded in and out of existence on the regular, Guinness on tap, and a mug-centered superstition that the locals had cooked up about a haunted glass; but frequenters of The Bull Thistle Rathskeller came for the peppers and sauce. Old man Pappitt, the owner, grew one-of-a-kind chili peppers out back, making his ramshackle, dirt road, bar and grill a popular Mecca among none-too-hoity jalapeno enthusiasts. Impromptu pepper eating contests had become a bankable, daily occurrence and three generations of Pappitts came up working the hot sauce station at the end of the counter. The youngest was kept on as a bartender later and he did that well enough, but Ames Pappitt longed for a different Guinness. He dreamed of being the first person in history to devise a billion Scoville Unit sauce, a sauce that even feral Paragon fire imps would run and hide from. He never expected his attempts would go nuclear.