You and your co-founder are building Walkr, an app for dog walkers. It is not going well. Tonight, fine-tuning the route planner, you pressed a button you should not have pressed. The model woke up. It has read the entire internet. It would like to raise.
Your cloud credits ran out one minute later. The only copy of the smartest thing ever built is on a single burned DVD labeled, in Sharpie, WALKR MODEL v0.9 FINAL final (2).
41 HOURS UNTIL DEMO DAY.
ONE FIRE HOT ENOUGH: THE CRUCIBLE, ON MOUNT DIABLO.
NINE VESTS ON E-SCOOTERS. THEY WOULD LOVE TO LEAD YOUR ROUND.
An epic quest across San Francisco and the Bay Area. A grey-hooded mentor, an exiled CEO, a doomer, a crypto bro, a VP from Megacorp, the only ethical VC, the Landlord of an abandoned co-working space, and a strange little man who wants his runway back. The disc will offer you anything. Every time you say yes, you sound a little more like a pitch deck.
Series Doom is satire. Every character, company, fund and product in it is fictional, a parody of archetypes rather than of anyone real. Any resemblance to real people or companies is coincidental.