The Reason Why Tales From The Gas Station Works So Well Is Because The Premise Is So Fucking Funny.

The reason why Tales From The Gas Station works so well is because the premise is so fucking funny.

Imagine a guy. Just a guy. He is a cashier at the gas station at the edge of town.

That town is fucking weird. There are monsters, hauntings, eldritch gods appearing in dreams, parasites, cultists, serial killers, tree people, politicians that don't stay dead, a ventriloquist puppet that has more influence than anyone else in town.

But this guy just wants to do his damn job. He doesn't care. He is tired. If you're not going to buy anything, he'll kindly ask you to leave the store.

He gets robbed, attacked, beaten up, threatened with death, threatened by old naked men, visited by murder cultists and terrible beings and he just goes right back to work afterwards. (He's nothing if not a good employee.)

At the same time, this guy isn't normal. He doesn't sleep. Ever. He has memory issues and sees hallucinations (so those weird things are probably not real anyway, right). He forgets his friend died on Halloween and isnt surprised when he keeps showing up. Aforementioned murder cultist tries to convince him to join the mission to blow up the planet, then adopts him as his best friend when it doesn't work. He is locked in a neverending battle with the local racoons.