Jim, if possible, cowered deeper into the corner as Dek began to shout, just out of reaction. He choked as he realised all the other mudokons apart from Scruben were leaving and whispered rather pointlessly considering they wouldn't ever hear him,
Jim: "D-don't leave me!"
He glanced up at Gappiqu whod didnt's seem to have noticed him, but then it probably wouldn't take him long if he didn't move. But he didn't have the courage to run away, so he continued to cower, hating the world and all the sligs in it.

"You know... I said i was fine... I'm not going to die... I'm clean. There's not any more poison inside me. Get it!" Anni said irritated, "Also, you didn't want to help me first when you and Stivik caught me, did you? No... Now leave me alone and go find some cure for cancer... doc..."

KIx just kept walking on, but hesitated a bit.

"What did he inject you with, and how do you know it's out of your body?" Kix asked.

"I'll explain later. There are certain things Vykkers don't need to know." Anni said and glanced at Dek.

Then she stopped up, and ran over to Jim.

"You can come with us." She said smiling, and nodded at him to follow, "You don't need to be here with that evil Vykker."

OOC Ok, this is the last post for today... so goodbye to you all :-)

Jim stared wide eyed at Anni, glanced at Gappiqu and then ran away from the scene as fast as he could, almost leaving Anni behind.

Further down the corridor he leant back against the wall and panted getting back his breath. He looked at Anni and decided he might as well tell her, what did he have to loose from telling other mudokons?
Jim: "It's... It's not the vykker... It's the slig, it's all sligs!" He stopped to see how she'd react.

Gappiqu was anstoinished to see that the Jim was scared of him. It wasn't every day this happened. Some muds would make fun of him or would have simpathy for him. But he had to admit, the oversized pants were too much and are some what intimadating. He would crawl down to him and apolgize, but Gappiqu thought since of Arnie's new rules, mudokons must be harsh to sligs, from experince. The frightening side of him made him smile of pain. But the vykker would tell him to shut it if he annoyed them. So he went for excuses and said to Dek, "Hey, I thought I saw an intern looking for medical job. Maybe, you know, see what he can do. It could be help and give you more auotherity againist those rebel mudokons." He shifted his smirk to Jim and grinned even more. He mouthed to Jim, "You're first."

OOC : Sorry i havnt been active for some time , I rigged my class with a stinkbomb and have been grounded for some time :p

Kilsa plucked himself up to Arnie readying himself for a good first impression.

Kilsa : I , good sir , am sir Archibald Kilsa , and I have come bringing news that your little " incident " wih your Fee co. train has been fully repaired . I have ordered you some more trains , Free . Its my way of apologie. I was asking if youd like to see them?

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Srag was too scared to stop and wait so he kept running , he evntually arrived in the cafeteria , he wondered what the hell happened there . He addressed his troop.

Srag : Okays yer mugs , get outta here , run back to yer familys , go on , beat it , im waitin here.

Srags team walked away , rather shocked at their all so sudden firing. Srag stayed around , and thought it best to make a fresh start in this huge place , and luckily would get some other job and lay low for a while . He saw the three huge trains , and then found out he needed to go , rather badly. He walked towards the bathroom door , found it was locked and started panicking , his bladders were going to burst! He ran to Arnies office , where he saw V.p Kilsa talking to Arnie.

Srag : Oh! err , excuse me , After you mr Glukkon , Ill wait to speak afterwards.

And with that he slumped to the corner , and waited for V.p kilsa to finish talking to Arnie.

Dek noticed this....quaintly dressed Slig talking to him, and thought. A Slig in an intern's role?
"Hmmm, do you have any training, qulifications, anything at all that says I should make you an assistant? Also, I dont think they are rebels, with the possible exception of Anni, althuogh it would be good if you could get htem to listen to me rather than ignore a medical expert's opinion."
He waited for Gappiqu's answer, and wished Jim was still here, so he could try and calm the poor guy's nerves. Chill Pills can work wonders for a factory worker.

Goresplatter was just leaving the bathroom, when he remembered about the pants. With effort, he pulled the pants roughly from Chewie and clambered into them. He was about to grab hold of the visor, but at the last moment, he noticed goo was pouring from the rims, and decided against it. With the new pants, he walked towards the entrance as if in a trance. He stepped outside for a second, and took out a smoke. He calmed down a little. He then saw a mudokon that looked like he'd fought one too many scrabs and been stuck back together. The Delivery Boy approached him and gave him a parcel, then departed without a word, maybe a groan.
Goresplatter: "Yeah, uh, thanks..."
He carried the light parcel back to the bathroom and locked and barred the doors. He opened what was inside, pulled a syringe out from inside the package and sobbed a little. He knew it was bad, but he didn't know it was this bad.

Gappiqu rolled his eyes. "Vykkers really are crazy." I meant that there is an intern in the cafeteria! I'm not one!" excalimed Gappiqu.

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Molt got out the elevator and saw a robot, and a group of sligs discussing with their next plans of what to do. Molt realized that the Stockyards was falling apart. "The secruity really is dying..." Molt thought. He rather not get in this mess, so he decided to fix something. He walked over to them and said to them, "Hey twits, I'm gonna to something and fix these grinders by myself. To something useful and tell me where the equipment is."

Sev cursed. The scrab hunt would have to wait. He turned to the others, sighed and holstered his gun on his back.

Sev:"Alright then. Let's do something about those grinders. That scrab isn't killing anyone, after all."

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2590 thought about the Alpha male's points and agreed. They were safe there, and with a slow sigh, he decided to drop the whole freedom thing. e made his way over to Somi and bowed.

2590:"Well, it seems your mudokon friend was right. I appreciate your help, and if you need any favors done, please don't hesitate to ask me."

The scrab got up and faced his soon-to-be home. It was the start of a new life, away from cruel vikers and genocidal sligs. For the first tme in month, 2590 grinned.

OOC: I concur with Dripik. Therefore, the scrab story will no longer continue. I will keep him into play, however. Sorry about the diversion, Dripik.

OOc : And i to , dripik will make srag a more interactive character.

Phleg entered Rupturefarms yet again , a smirk on his face , he had called the Magog state police , and they were on there way to gappiqu. He eventually found gappiqu and went up to him , one of his mechanic sligs carrying a breifcase behind him.

Phleg : Ah ha! Mr gappiqu , its my pleasure to see you again , I have seen to your little item that you wished to be produced , here it is .

The slig walked up to Gappiqu , roughly jerking out his arm holding the briefcase , the slig scowled at gappiqu.

Phleg : I do hope you find this firearm exeptionally operational .

And with that the slig dropped the briefcase on the floor , and he and phleg moved towards the cafeteria .

Phleg : Enjoy it while it lasts kid , I personally think its o.k , but im a law abiding citizen , and magog rools are magog rools.

He mumbled under his breath.

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Stuey awoke from his slumber on Arnies satin bed , he opened the door and exited the train , he pulled out a lung buster and puffed it a little bit , he walked towards the toilets , and knocked on the door. He whispered through the key hole.

Hey gore , ya still in there? Im bursting !

Stivik: "Ah, this is just a little freak Vykkers Labs turned out when they had too much time on their hands." Dionysia bared er teeth in a hate-filled expression. "Don't mind it, I was takin it back to Arnie but there were loads of nuts round his office so I thought I'd go to the armoury first and get some proper ammo. One of the muds tried to escape last night so I swapped my bullets for tranks. I'll be glad to be loaded with something real!"

Groll nodded, "That's why when I was given the go-ahead to build this..." he lifted up his rifle, "I made sure it could hold more than one ammo type at a time..."

Arthur: "Hey Stiv, er, where is everyone. I've been...In the train station, yeah, the station. Are they eating or at the grinders, the stockyards, where? And who's this black skinned guy?"

"Yeah, where is everybody?" Groll asked, "And do you know if anyone's made any more effort on those grinders yet?"

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Frod walked until he came across the grinding station and saw Floyd.
"Hey, fella, want a hand? I've got two!" He grinned.

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Sefon, after a few turns up and down several different corridors, came across a group of mudokons he didn't recognize (Kix, Dean, Anni, Jim, hopefully I haven't missed any others :p Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't remember Sefon meeting them before, so....).
"Hello folks," Sefon called out, "What's up here?"

Stivik: "No idea, looks like a lot of people didn't actually go to sleep last night. Otto and a couple of muds were down in the cafeteria a while ago and there was a bunch of wierdos outside Arnie's office. Don't know where anyone else is... except maybe Dek's lab, he was up to something earlier, might be some people down there."

And who's this black skinned guy?"

That was about enough for Dionysia. She swung back her arm and smacked Arthur in the face in the way only mudokons can, knocking him over.
Stivik laughed. "Now that wasn't very polite was in Princess?" He laughed at Aurthur. "I better get going before she pulls your arms off. See ya later Groll, Arthur."
He whacked Dion suddenly with his gun.
Dionysia: "HEY!" She leapt up and tried to grab Stivik's gun out of his hands.
Stivik: "Less of that, an eye for an eye. Now get going, you're not in Vykker's Labs anymore, you don't have a gang of vykkers watching to permanently here!" he half lead, half forced her down the corridor towards the armoury, winking at Groll as he left.

Gappiqu was very pleased to hear that the Gore gun was made, but wondered about what he meant by, enjoy how it lasts. He shruggered and saw Sefon and said, "Hey, how ya doin'? Sorry, but I need go soon. My name is Phil. Just Phil."

He pulled out his personal hand gun, which of course didn't work when it shot something, for it had been turned into a slingshot, and pulled out sharp bullet from the bottom of the hand placement. He dropped the bullet into the Gore gun, which he pulled out of the brief case, into the bullet chamber. He then slipped his cigarette into the spikes and flipped the switch. Like he predicted, the converour belt started to move and the cigar disappeared into a different bullet chamber. Gappiqu grinned and ran off to find Gore. He ran into the bathroom first and saw Stuey. He greeted him and waved the Gore gun and slid the hand gun in his pocket and said, "Hey Stuey! Where's Gore? The Gore gun was made early, so I was going to give it to him."

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Molt smiled and said, "Well glad see ya all did something right." Molt grabbed a wrench on the ground and went to a lever. Molt really wasn't trained for this, but he fixed his pants once a year ago and he figured that if he can fix pants, a lever is a piece of pie. He saw that the lever was right near a meat saw down a level, so he figured that they work together. Molt pulled the lever, but nothing happened. He looked at the saw more carefully and saw that one screw to a rotation gear was more loose than the one beside it. "Ah, here's the problem. One's going at a different speed than the other, so all I need to do is..." Molt said to himself and got down to the saw and used his more mechinacal hand to screw in the screw more and saw the affect. Still nothing happened. Molt got confused and saw even more screws were loose and Molt grumbled. "This might take a while..." thought Molt.

Dek watched, bewildered, as a Glukkon remarkably like Phleg walked in, spoke something to the Slig (Dej doesn't know his name), gave him a parvcel, and then left, followed by the Slig soon after.
"Intern in the cafeteria? Hmm, could be very useful." Dek spoke to himself. Realising he was talking to himself, he quickly stopped and headed out of his lab, aiming to meet this intern.
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Arthur picked hismelf up off the floor, taken aback by the mudokon's reaction.
He turned to Groll "What did I do? Please tell me what I did to deserve that."
He sighed, thinking 'Hot-headed funny lookin' mudokon, gotta be a female, wouldn't be so emotional otherwise'
"So, ya suppose we should go to the cafeteria for a bite, or see if anyone's at the grinders buildin' the new grinders?" He asked Groll.

Goresplatter faintly heard knockings at the door. He was in excrutiating pain, he felt like he was being eaten by a paramite. He had his hands cupped over his eyes, and was holding the screaming in. He heard two voices, but couldn't hear a word. He heard a small crash and the pain slowly subsided. He lay down, gasping for air. What the hell had happened to him? He looked slowly down to where his mechanical legs were, about to try and stand up, but his legs had crashed into the wall, as if pushed by something. He looked a little further down.
Then, he lost his nerve, and screamed out loud.
Slowly, he limped up to the door. He pulled the blockage out of the way, and saw Gappiqu and Stuey. Gore had indeed changed, but in an odd way. He had his own frog-like legs, but they were very scrawny, and tender-looking.
Goresplatter: "Uhm, yeah, I guess, erm, I'm done now..."
He looked down and inspected the legs drearily.
Goresplatter: "This things hurt, think I might saw 'em off, you know..."

OOC: The reason I so wanted to give some organic legs to my Slig, is because I've always wondered what a Slig would be like with proper legs. As Gore says, they might be removed, hehe. Hope it's not too much of a change to be plausible, though should make for an interesting character. If they are too extreme, just tell me, I got a special plan if they aren't welcome. :)

Gappiqu looked at Gorespaltter and thought, "Well, now we're pretty much the same now. Oh well, it's not the same." thought Gappiqu. The final piece of information of memory was complete in his head. He remembered that he was in a hostipal. He awoke and saw the result of his surgrey. He screamed.

Back in the present, he shook his head and said, "Uh, yeah, uh well, anyway, I was going to give your new gun. Hope you like it." He put his gun in Gore's hands and sat down and tried to relax. This had to be thought over.
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Molt fixed all the loose screws and jumped when the meat saw started workin' again. "Heh" Molt smirked and said. Suddenly, a bolamite started crawling around the floor and stepped into the meat saw. The bolamite's remains was thrown everywhere and the liquid flew into his mouth. "Ah, the fuc***' machi... " Molt screamed very loudly and then continued, "Hey, this is pretty good. I can live on this for a while, instead of those Chippunk Cokes." He collected the rest of the blood into his mouth and went back to work at where another lever was.

Stueys bladder was too bursting to stop to look at Gores legs ,

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Stuey gasped in terror and fright at Gores new legs , he had never seen organic slig legs before , In fact they terrorfied him , so he turned around and ran , as fast as he could towards the grinder station , for he felt secure with all the choppy things around him , he then realised his sudden act of rudeness , and muttered softly to himself.

Stuey : Aw man , what have I done? I just ditched my best friends , thats not good , man , Im such a wimp ............. but those terrible legs , they are .....scary.
I gotta get some protaection ...... the .... the ....Armoury!

Stuey didnt realise that he was slowly becoming mentaly unstable , That train crash really did things to him , he just didnt know it was happening. He ran through the grinder room , waving at molt , even though he didnt know who he was , and arrived in the armoury room eventually. He gazed up at all the racks of weopons and ammo in awe.

Stuey : Wooooow ............. impressive.

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Srag got bored of waiting around for this odd aslik - like glukkon to stop blabbering to Arnie , so he walked away , and into the grinder room , he spotted molt , and walked up to him.

Srag : Um ........... Hi ..... My name is .....errrrr..... Srag , Im a ..........um... new worker here ... and I ... err ....IIIIIIIIIII .......was sent here to ...... um .....assist you... yeah thats it.

Srag hopefully thought that this odd looking slig would buy his story.

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Molt was utterly disgusted at the sluggish slig and the one ranning into the armory room. "Idoits.." was what Molt could only think about. He saw that the slig was trying to fool him, but it's fun to mess with people's minds. He shouted at Srag, "Well, Srag, are ya absent minded? Or are you a clumisy ol' oaf? And stop looking at me like that! And what good have I done to people?! Who sent you?!" He roared again at him, "And who sent you?! And do ya think, just because I'm all metal on the outside, that I'm mental on the inside?! Well, do ya?!?" Molt got really angry for some reason and picked up Srag well above his head, with his 4 fingered hand.

Gore thanked Gappiqu for the Gore Rifle, and eargerly put it on his hand.
Goresplatter: "Ooohhh, neat, thanks buddy!"
He pats Gappiqu and the back with his free hand, and smiles. Goresplatter staggered as Stuey ran past him. These new legs were hard to stay on, they were pretty spindly. He would have to learn how to balance on them if he was going to make the most of them. He put his arms out, and slowly took a couple of steps forward. His eye blanked out.
Goresplatter: "Damnit, I am so sick at this piece of garbage!"
He undid the straps on the mask and threw it into the urinal, showing the ugly face behind a slig's visor. The area around his eyes was red and bruised from lack of sleep. He realised this, but snorted.
Goresplatter: "Hah, suppose I'm an abomination now, may aswell make the most of it."
He walked back over to Gappiqu and spoke.
Goresplatter: "Hey mate, shall we try find Stuey? While we're at it, we could give Molt a scare eh? Hahahah!"
His face contorted and a strange manic appearance came over him. He laughed harder than you usually would do in the situation. He began to cough, and returned back to his normal persona.
Goresplatter: "Oh, er, sorry about that... I dunno what just happened... there any happy gas round here or somethin'? Heheh..."
He kept his laugh steady this time. Must have been a one off, he thought.

Gappiqu smiled at Gorespaltter. He never had seen him so happy. But he remembered that the simialrity they had nd said, "Um, I'm going to say something to you. We're sort of the same. The real reason why I have these pants is that... I have steef legs, ok? When I was in the Vykker's Labs, a huge piece of rock fell on my head, causing the neveral input in my head to shut down and I couldn't control pants. So I had to have legs that could see if pocket pants would be supported. I was a proto type to those...those Vykkers! They didn't care if I was a life, they wanted to see if these pants would fit. But whenever I would go to a new factory, they would kick me out for steef legs. This is why I'm always crying. OK?" Gappiqu sat down to relax from his revelation. He continued, "Well, Molt would love to see you now. Let's go see him. But don't tell anyone about my secret, ok?"

Goresplatter saw Gappiqu's predicament. Steef legs on a slig was very unusual, and if it did get out, Gappiqu would surely be hunted down. He went over to him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Goresplatter: "There there, at least if someone knocks ya' legs off you can give him a good kick in the face, worthy of a scrab! Heheh!"
He winked at Gappiqu.
Goresplatter: "So yeah, lets go and give Molt a suprise party, eh? Hahahah..."
He started to set off to the lift to the grinders. This was gonna be great, he thought.

OOC: No harm done, MM. I kinda liked the Scrab sidestory, you decide if you want to continue it.

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Arnie listened to Kilsa's words. He looked at Srag passing by absent mindendly. Then he realised what Kilsa just said. Another accident? "Hey hey hey, wait a minute... What incident? Did someone cause damage to the factory?" he asked and took a few steps towards Kilsa. His temper was rising, his face was set in a snarl again. "Tell me what happened exactly, and bring me the fool who caused it!" Of course, it was at least good to hear that the repairs were already handled and the factory got a few new trains. Without these news, Arnie's reaction could be more extreme.

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#7 Slig nodded to RG-49 towards the elevator, then turned to the others. "OK, if you decide to come with us, follow us then." he said.

"The creatures are not likely to cause harm to the plant's productivity, anyway. I might come back later to... refresh my targeting protocols, though." said RG-49.

"Yeah, you do that." said #7 Slig.

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Otto and Rick watched the Sligs finishing the repairs.

"Arnie won't be pleased to hear about this." said Otto.

"Didn't that Kilsa go to see him right now?" asked Rick.

"Possibly. He'll get what he deserves for this. At least he did the repairs for free and brought a few new trains. I might go and see them." said Otto, turning to the door.

"I'll go to the Grinding Station and help the people there... I'll try, at least." said Rick, and joined Otto to leave the Cafeteria.

Slap also felt ignored from that glukkon, but it seemed like that there was another glukkon in charge. Anyway, he ran in front of Otto, and retyped his message, "Hello, are you in need of a medical around here? Or even assistance in medical occupations?"
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Gappiqu smiled. No one has ever trusted Gappiqu for years. Still in his moment, he followed Gorespaltter to the lift and got to one, that went the grinders. Gappiqu got one and shouted to him, saying, "Hey, ya comin' or not?"

Gore hurries into the lift. He found moving with these new legs made him a little more agile. He could now, for instance, jump, without buying a pair of legs capable of doing so (which usually costed lots of Moolah).
Goresplatter: "Heheh, lets get a proper entrance on this Molt fellow shall we?"
He started winding the lift down to the right level. He got there and opened the door, standing at the back of the lift.
Goresplatter: "You go first, I gotta try somethin'"
Quietly he jumped upwards and grabbed one of the metal supports, and slowly pulled his legs up to meet the other side. He was clinging to the roof of the lift now.
Goresplatter: "Hah, this is fun! I wonder if I can..."
He crawled forward, about the speed of a slurg, but eventually came to the opening of the lift. He crawled upwards onto the wall of the grinder room, then a little further until he was clinging on to the roof of the room. He looked about while he was there. He could see Molt, holding Stuey visciously in the air. He crawled around the room some more until he was just right and above Molt, unseen in the shadows, and waited for a good moment to make himself known.
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Meanwhile, Vykker X was sitting comfortably in his chair, laughing to himself. He was tremendously rich, and his new project was going exactly to his plan. He picked up his phone and dialed the number of Rupture Farms executive office, aka Arnie's room, and let out another manic laugh.

Gappiqu watched the bunch of sligs and even a robot starting to do something in grinders as he watched to see where Molt was. He saw Molt fianlly and saw the way he picked up Sreg with one hand. Gappiqu gasped as Molt grasped his throat so roughly. He shouted at him, unaware of Goresplatter's plans, saying, "Hey man, whatca' doin'? Why are choaking the man?"

Molt fianlly, saw Gappiqu, but stood his place saying, "Well, well, well. Aren't you the stripper's little friend, a.k.a. Crappiqu. Where's ya little friend, sneezing stripper? I'd like to have two idoits dying at the same time by different hands. Or would like to take his place?"

Gappiqu didn't know what he meant by stripper, so he said, "Whose this stripper you speak of? Is it Gorespaltter?" Molt smiled and said, "And when I see him, he'll just be splat!" Molt started to laugh really hard, but still holding his postition.

Gappiqu got really angry at Molt for insulting 3 people in the same paragraph. He stared to step towards Molt until Molt lifted Sreg behind his hand. Molt shouted, "Hey, if you touch me, this buddy of your's is going to be a Slig nugget." Gappiqu gulped and thought, "Where are you Gore?"

Gore chose this moment to strike. He had to be aware of Sreg's safety, but he had to get him down. He found a foothold, and aimed the Gore rifle carefully. He remembered something on the schematic. Something VERY important.
He pressed a button, and out popped a cigar. He giggled quietly to himself, put the lungbuster into his mouth, and aimed the gun again. He aimed it right at the mechanical arm holding up Sreg. He was going to blow that arm off if he hit it, he thought, then he would jump down and beat Molt down with his own metal arm! He fired the Gore rifle, and it fired with a most satisfying bang, that firing the gun itself made him smile.

Molt heard the bang and screamed in pain. Normally, bullets would make not affect his metal protection body, but the bullet did more than just shoot. If Goresplatter aimed correctionly, it would just blow off his arm. But the bullet blew off his arm, parts of his chest, and shattered his mask. His blood spilt around him and parts on Srag too. He shouted to anyone who shot it, "You son of a Slurg! May all Odd kill you and smash you!"

Gappiqu looked at and in Molt in horror. He never thought that his invention would do so much damage. But he let his anger control him and picked up Molt's body and threw him againist a wall, seeing him cry in pain and seeing him trying to crawl to a place. Gappiqu laughed at Molt's pain, but he it seemed like Molt was... trying to live.

Kilsa heard the big bang , he thought this was a good distraction for not owning up to the fact that he crashed the train , he quickly ran towards the bang .

Kilsa : Oh ..... er , i dont know who caused the crash , probably some mudokon bastard , Oh , did I just hear something!? Buh by.

And with that he sprinted on his wee little glukkon hands.

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Stuey also heard the bang , Outlaw rifle in hand , he ran to the grinder station , he spotted the repulsive organic slig , who he didnt recognise , since he had taken off his mask , he pointed the rifle at goresplatter.

Stuey : JESUS!! ill save you gappiqu!!!

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Srag lay on the floor , his pork pie hat lying next to him , he regained his senses , and picked the hat up , and plonked it on his head . He had no idea why this crazy metal slig was trying to bash him up , and he saw the power of the rifle destroy molts arm , and he saw the handsom looking slig pointing a outlaw rifle at gappiqu , being a coward , he ran towards Arnies office.

Srag : Mr glukkon , MR GLUKKON!! Chaos in the grinder room!!!

Srag arrived at Arnies office , he started yelling for arnie even more.

Srag : MR GLUKKON , SOMEONES GOING TO BE KILLED!!!!!

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Kilsa arrived in the grinder room , he saw stuey about to shoot the organic slig , and a feel of courage and worry entered his heart , he had never felt this since he stood up to his sligs after the crash.

Kilsa : STUEY NOOO!!!

Kilsas legs suddenly sprung infront of the outlaw rifle as stuey fired it . He didnt know why he jumped infront of the gun , but he soon didnt care as a huge bullet went right through his eye , he fell to the ground , dying , stuey realised what he had done , and threw the gun down , and ran.

Gore saw the hit land on Molt with satisfaction. He shouted aloud in triumph.
Goresplatter: "Bullseye!"
He then realised he'd gone just the little too far. He didn't really want Molt to be killed. Then, Stuey entered the room. He was suprised to see him, but more suprised as he aimed a gun at him. He thought he was done for, but the Glukkon Kilsa leaped in front of the bullet, and got shot in the face. It looked pretty bad, even from a back view. Goresplatter was disoriented, and on the verge of feinting, but he kept his hold. He realised he had to help someone in the room, either Molt or Kilsa. Usually he would choose the slig over any glukkon, but this was different; this glukkon had saved his life, which he never thought one would do. He lept down and ran to the side of Kilsa.
Goresplatter: "Someone get a damned Vykker in here, or something!"
Kilsa was beyond his medical knowledge, but he was going to try his best. He reached in to the gooey remains in the eye socket, and pulled out the bullet. His hand was covered in blood, but now quite alot was spewing from the hole. He needed to stop the bleeding, but he didn't have a bandage. He remembered something a Vykker had taught him once. Something about, Cortorising the wound, or something. But he remembered the general idea. He used his Lungbuster cigar, still lit, for the process.
Goresplatter: "This is gonna' hurt buddy, hold tight!"
He gently pushed the burning end of the cigar into the wound, attempting to burn the flesh in order to mend it.

OOC: Your choice of reaction / outcome, outlaw king ;)

ooc: GAH! Remember the rules! Lower your daily post counts, no horrendously chaotic and totally meaninglessly violent sub-plots (if you're going to get annoyed now, the fight between Stivik and Anni had been building up for a looooong, long time). *hides under desk*


Stivik arrived at the armoury and motioned for Dionyisa to stand against a wall.
Stivik: "Now stay there."
She glared at him, seething with anger. How dare he treat her like this? he had gone a step to far back there.

Stivik stepped into the armoury and grabbed a box of bullets, emptied the tranks out of his gun, shoved them on a shelf (that's what it looked like everyone else did in this place, it was in the kind of mess that noble warriors died to prevent) and reloaded his gun. Feeling considerably better, he stepped outside and swore. Dionysia had run off.
Stivik; "Where has that B!t(h gone to now?" Grumbilng and cursing, he stomped down a corridor, heading towards the grinders hoping she'd gone to get herself (and Arnie) in trouble over there.

A few minutes later Dionysia arrived near Arnie's office, paused to steady herself, make sure she looked comanding and generally nasty, and stepped into the office. She looked critically around, having not actually seen it yet, and decided she didn't particularly like what she saw.
Dionysia: "Huh, you live most of your life in here? So, how goes the 'save the boss of Rupture Farms from execution' project? Sold anything recently?"

She'd only really run off to annoy Stivik, and hopefully he'd spend the next hour or so running around trying to find her. She didn't really feel like causing trouble for Arnie yet, he certainly looked like he had some potential as a glukkon now.

OOC : Thats fine gore , but I suggest that me , you , and slaveless end the fight now to avoid making a sub plot ;)

Kilsa screamed in agony as the butt of the cigarette entered his socket , his remains of his glasses lay smashed on the ground , suddenly the scolding got less painful , and he muttered to gore softly .

Kilsa : Ive ............seen a ...........intern around............see if .........you can find.....him.

And with that he passed out.

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Srag felt somewhat interupted as this female chracter ignored the fact that he was first in Arnies line of waiting , so he also stormed into the office. And yelled at this new interupting figure.

Srag : Listen toots! I was here first , and i have something more serious than whatever youre going to say! Wait for your turn lady!

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Stuey slowed down , he was too busy to wait and see what happened to Kilsa , he thought he had killed him , he walked into the toilets , where the rotting corpse of chewie lay , he , in his manical state , started talking to chewies corpse.

Stuey : he he heee , I ....... i killed him!.....blood..... blood .. EVERYWHERE! . Dead .... deadness ...all.....everyone....blood on my hands!......Death to kilsa....death to Arnie .....death to....all.

Anni could barely keep up with Jim as he ran away.

"hey wait!" She shouted, but as he stopped, she stoped too.

Jim: "It's... It's not the vykker... It's the slig, it's all sligs!" He stopped to see how she'd react.

"You're... Afraid of sligs?" She asked surprised.

She looked around a bit and patted him on the back.

"Naw, c'mon... Sligs are cute... Well most of them are. I'll protect you against them if something happens." She said and smiled, "So you coming with us?"

She looked at Kix who was further up the corridor. they were slowly aproaching them.

"Look there's Kix and Dean... We should go with them..." She said and hoped he wouldn't run away again.

OOC: Dear god this has become a mess. 3 new guys taking over the RP and turning it into a violent gunfight. Nothing against you 3, but you've but as for the RP, it's done a total 180 since how it was before you joined. No offence, but try not to post so frequently and violently, it can really change the storyline.
IC
Arthur realised Groll wasn't answering him.
"So, d'ya think we should go to the grinders?" He repeated.
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Dek walked into the cafeteria, noticing nobody except the intern that Slig had told him about. He walked over to it
"So, I presume you want a job here? If so you can be my lab assistant if you can just answer a few questions, namely do you have any medical knowledge, are you temperamental, and can you speak or do your stiches stop you from speaking as well as whistling?"

OOC: Okay, I'm sorry to interrupt, but this is really getting on my nerves.
It's useless to have such a great amount of characters if they're all going to get killed or accidentally commit suicide. And the spontaneous agressiveness coming from your characters is vague and unessesary aswell.
The new rupturefarms isn't a filthy wrecked corpse house where everybody hates everybody and railroads fly all over the place. You could call it an almost perfectly 'normal' and ordened factory which has certain beauty problems and workers in it, which have mutual relationships with eachother.
And on a sidenote, you can't just magically warp characters from one place to another, without even knowing where the places are and what's happening in it... it's really annoying.

I hope none of you guys are angry with me now, I'm sorry if you are.
Anyhow, please try to understand. Thanks.

Edit: Trivia question here: How did MM and I kinda post the same thing within 2 minutes? :p

OOC: sorry MM and big bro, I agree this has become a little messy. I will try help calm it down a bit. But btw, Molt was asking for that, he shouldn'a taken those nachos ;P
IC:

Gore felt Kilsa go limp in his arms, and he new he must have passed out. He lay on his back, exhausted.
Goresplatter: "Gappiqu, go try find that intern to help Kilsa... I'll deal with Molt..."
He got up and walked over to Molt. He saw the heavy bleeding coming from his removed arm, and looked around to try find something to stop the bleeding. He saw an old Mudokon loincloth shred near the base of a meatsaw, so he quickly snatched it. He wrapped it carefully around the missing arm.
Goresplatter: "That's... that then, I'm gonna... go outside..."
He dragged his feet to the elevator, failed to pull the rope, so slumped in a corner and rested for a while.

OOC: I'm indeed sorry for starting this. It's just that... I didn't think the fight between Gore and Molt would go so far.

IC: Molt layed on the ground trying to keep his pain inside him and started think. Ever since he got here, people had been hating him. "Or I just started to hate more people." Molt looked at the damage he had caused. He had to admit, he was going more choatic than usual. This accident was all his fault. "But that spalt guy... He was the one that scared everyone. He blew off my arm. He caused a slig to shoot at... KILSA?! And wait a minute! How did Spalt get a powerful gun like that? Isn't the descruction level to high againist Magog Cartel rules? Well isn't this pretty..." Was the thoughts in Molt's head. He couldn't smile because of the pain he was going through. he was grateful to see that Gore was trying to help, but he knew he needed proper attention. He started to get up slowly, and tried to reach his gun. He called Max to bring his gun and the slog did so. Molt then used the shooting end as a handle and the whole gun as a walking stick. He slowly headed away from the group of people and started going to back where he started. He to go back to RG-49 and gripped on his hand saying, "Please..... get me.... a... doct..or." horsely. After he said that, he fainted right in front of RG-49 and Slig #7.
OOC: Don't worry, I'll make a profile for Max.
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IC: Slap started to write on his keyboard:
"1. I do have medical knowledge on treating wounds, proper sedation, treating drug abuse, treating led poisining, limb replacments, loss of limb treatment, and I even know flu signs. Also I can help in surgrey of any kind.
2. I been known as a very paticent person. I do not often have anger towards one often. I may, do have pity towards one self, but never impaticentence. My inner feelings often do not cause me do silly things, such as weep in a chair. However, I will alert you if I feel rather dizzy.
3. Since I was given stiches at a late age, I did not get use to speaking with them. However, whislting is behind me, and I do not know how to whislte. If you hire me, it's up to you whether or not you want me to talk."
Slap started to notice that several people have been looking at him oddly, but he ignored it.
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Gappiqu was stunned at Gorespaltter's idea, but he took courge and started to head off to find the intern. He tried to think about where an intern might be. "Let's see, if I was an intern, where would I be? Looking for a job, that's it!" Gappiqu ran off to his pulley from a while ago. He started as fast as he could go up the pulley. "Don't worry, Molt, Kilsa, and Gorespaltter, I'm going!

OOC: Boogie, we probably posted the same thing because we're more experienced RPers.
IC:
Dek was puzzled by the intern's use of a keyboard to speak, but satisfied with the answers. "OK, you're hired. And use whichever you find easier-computer or speaking. Now please follow me to my lab, I have a job for you."
Dek scuttled out of the cafeteria, but then popped his head back in
"Oh and can you please get me a scrab leg? I've had nothnig to eat since I arrived."

Slap had somewhat joy in him, but because of his mouth placement he couldn't smile. He went over to the trays and grabbed a scrab leg. He next went back to Dek and gave him the leg.

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Gappiqu wnet up to the top of the pulley system and then started to think again. "Lets see, I last saw that intern in the cafeteria. And I told that vykker that he was in cafeteria. So those two must be cafeteria!" Gappiqu ran over to another pulley system that said "Cafeteria". But underneth the sign was a sign that said, "Out of service". Gappiqu grumbled and saw the Lab sign. He then angerly walked over to the pulley and went down.

ooc: Boogie, don't forget about Scruben! He was last outside Dek's lab wanting to talk to him, but then everyone ran off (including Dek :P)


Jim shook his head. "It doesn't matter what they're like, i'm just terrified of them. Whenever I see one I just freeze up. And last night, with all the sligs in the room, I could barely sleep. Alll my life it's just been a pause between seeing one slig and seeeing the next. And cause I freeze up they beat me and I get even more scared next time I see one." He tried to smile weakly. "But we can go and see your friends... I just don't... Anywhere they might be, I don't wanna be. Sligs, i mean..."

"Ok... We'll avoid them. But there are good sligs in this world too..." Anni tried to encourage him, "I knew one some time ago. But i don't know what happened to him. He was really cute. but then his friend became all evil and stuff...
Anyways shall we get going?"

Just now had Kix and Dean arrived.

"Is he coming with us?" Kix asked.

"Yea he is." answered Anni and smiled.