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Dear beautiful creatures​
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We hope you’re not hungry... There’s a Mimic in the Pantry!
Now, before you continue, a small disclaimer: Hellz Kitchen is unsuitable for all ages, Violence, Rude words, and Raunchy banter, things will get messy. There will be blood. And if you’re very lucky… you’ll leave the table hungry for more.
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We are Mimic in the Pantry, a chaotic bunch of nerds rolling dice and praying to deitys who definitely aren't listening. This is a horror homebrew TTRPG podcast, and we play D&D the only way we know how: loud, unhinged, and completely unscripted. Our DM goes by Harrie. We call her Satan. She wrote the world, she wrote the hombrew rules, and she delights in crafting consequences for every questionable decision we make, and we make a lot of them.
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No scripts. No safety net. Just a party of players, a homebrew world, and the beautiful chaos of collaborative storytelling.
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After we record the chaos at the table, we edit out the worst of the ums and ahhs, layer in immersive sound design, and wrap the whole thing up in a pretty ugly bow.
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That's it. That's the show. We wouldn't have it any other way.
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Season One of Hellz Kitchen
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Our debut campaign is Hellz Kitchen, and Season One is available now across all major podcast platforms.
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Pull up a chair. Try not to open the pantry.
Something in there is already listening.
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Our willing victims ...
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Welcome to Gormentillia.
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A blighted realm where food is treasure, fertility is a gift, and horror is a promise. The land is dying. The soil yields nothing. Paragons are vanishing. The people scrape survival from the bones of a world that has been slowly, deliberately, starved. Beneath the cracked earth and hollow fields, something waits patient, hungry, and ancient.
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They call it The Dungeon of Devourement. A vast and terrible megadungeon, coiling beneath the surface like a Venus flytrap. It was built by the demon lord Asmodeus himself, a machine of corruption engineered to fuel his endless campaign in the Blood Wars. The dungeon breathes. The dungeon hungers. And it has been waiting for exactly the kind of fools willing to crawl inside it.
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Hellmouths, its gateways, are hidden across the land, sacred relics, scattered like bait across its depths. It is foretold that these relics, when united, hold the power to cure Gormentillia of its blight and seal the final eldritch tear before the realm is dragged screaming into the Chaos Domain.
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Hope, then. Just enough of it to be dangerous.
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But our party is not the only force with eyes on those relics.
Darker powers are working against them, unseen hands pulling strings in the shadows, ensuring the world tips toward ruin. For if Gormentillia falls, the Winged Mother rises. And she has been plotting a very, very long time.
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The Campaign : Hellz Kitchen
Support the Chaos
You want to help feed the monster?
Good. It’s always hungry.
There are a few ways to keep our little horror show alive and gnawing at the edges of the internet:
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Patreon
Toss us a few coins and we’ll toss you some secrets. Early episodes, behind-the-scenes nonsense, maybe even the sound of someone crying softly in the editing room. It’s a good deal.
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Sharing is caring!
Tell your friends. Tell your enemies. Whisper it to strangers in the dark. Post it. Shout it. Spread it like a beautiful infection.
Every bit of support keeps the lights on and the mics crackling.
We can’t summon horrors without you.
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Merch
Wear your fear proudly. Grab a shirt, a mug, or whatever strange relic we’ve put our faces on this month. Every sale helps us fund more screams.
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Spotify (and everywhere else)
Listen. Follow. Rate. Let the algorithm know you’re into weird stuff.
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Want to send us something shiny? Or cursed? You can gift the team through Throne. You will find a collection dedicated to each seat at the table. Think of it as leaving an offering at the altar. The gods notice that sort of thing,
Contact
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