The Brine Vault - Pickle Parodies

The city's least qualified recruits have reported to Pickle Academy, and the instructors already regret opening the gates.

One jar to rule them all has fallen into the hands of the smallest pickle in the pantry.

An ancient prophecy glows through stained glass as the armies of rind and relish gather beneath it.

The rebels return for one final assault on the Empire's rebuilt battle pantry.

The starship Brineprise is boldly going where no cucumber has fermented before.

The sky is full of flying jars, and the visitors inside have come in peace according to nobody credible.

A brilliant but reckless pickle has discovered the exact chemical ratio required to wake the refrigerated dead.

Camp Crystal Brine has reopened despite the lake, the legend, and every reasonable insurance recommendation.

The children of Dill Street are afraid to sleep because a striped-sweater pickle keeps invading their dreams.

The old world is gone, the fuel is low, and the last clean jar of brine sits beyond the wasteland.

A masked dill is calling from inside the refrigerator, and he already knows what you snacked on last summer.

A stylish young gherkin and his droogs are out for a night of ultraviolent vinaigrette.

Scientists were so busy asking whether they could pickle a dinosaur that nobody asked who would clean the enclosure.

Across the kingdoms of Azerbrine, rival clans battle for control of the Eternal Jar.

The gates of the underworld have opened, and one furious dill has already loaded the condiment cannon.

The jungle has a new apex predator, and it came dressed for camouflage and dinner.

In space, no one can hear your jar pop.

An adventurous gherkin has entered a pantry sealed since the dawn of lunch.

Two smooth little operators have mastered the sweet side of the pickle business.

A van full of hungry travelers takes the wrong turn and discovers a farmhouse where dinner has very strong opinions.