come on small fuzzles i know where to start. walk away with the fuzzels.

noe: wait, i've found something to do! (throws a peice of crust form a parrimite pie, in the opposite direction from the fuzzles.
(the fuzzles continue)
noe: aww, that wasn't fun.
( a meep apears)
noe: hey, there! looks like you've got a bad leg. don't worry, i'll find a vet.

#7 Slig: "Come in! The door's open."


*at the Executive Office*

Arnie: "Someone's at the door. Who's there? Come inside."




*Rick wanders around near the Cafeteria*

noe: hi, i sorta want a job, i work here, but i am just a guard or i wonder about, i was just waiting for a meeting. well, i have had an intresting experience so far, i'm sorry for cuasing all the fuss earlier. you see, i work with animals, i don't realy kill them but i can cook too. i found a group of fuzzles who want to work, i told them it's not likely and i found this meep with a damaged leg, can you please contact a vyker or something? so.... can i please work here, and if yes, what can i do?

Sligslog walked in a door with the fuzzels.
Sligslog: Here small fuzzels just walk right in.
Fuzzle: Me me mee.*

*(hey isnt that a meat grinder?)

Sligslog pushed a button.

Fuzzles: MEEEEEEeeeee, Splat.

Sligslog: Finaly some other food that paramite pie.

noe: (hears a splatting sound and then a million other angry fuzzles go towards the sound) what just happened?
*edit* (the fuzzles find sligslog and start growling and baring there teeth, not a prety site!)

Sligslog: uh oh, wait a minute, hehe.

(Pushes the button again, but nothing happens!)

Sligslog: oh no!

(the fuzzles begin to leap up at sligslog)
fuzzles: me me me meeee!
(meanwhile)
noe: someones in trouble! (he runs towards a room filled with fuzzles and sligslog) hey, what happened to that? (he points towards the blood on the floor)
(the fuzzles continue to leap up at sligslog)
noe: stop it fuzzles! (to sligslog) you know, those fuzzles where my freinds and now look to what you have done!
(the fuzzles snarle)
noe: ok, lets forget about this?
(the fuzzles jump at sligslog)
noe: (to fuzzles) no, wait!

Sligslog:Nooo! Help! aaaaa!

he ran out the door, with some fuzzels still holding tight on him...

noe: get him! (runs into a pipe.) help! wait, fuzzles come back!
(the fuzzles come back)
noe: help me back to the office, please!
(the fuzzles attempt to carrie noe but fails misuarbly)
fuzzles: me me mee me!
i think i will use the fuzzles alot, so if anyone want's me to make a profile for them, then i will.

ooc: dont think that will be nessecary.

thanks
(noe limps towars the boss's office)
noe: hello?

Sligslog had got "rid" of the fuzzels and now he needed a mechanic.

Can someone please get the job as an mechanic?

OOC| Gretin's character, Groll is a mechanic.

ooc: I was thinking that I should create a robot-like mechanic character. I think I can use it in the story.


Arnie: "Fuzzles and a Meep? Whoa... Slow down a bit. You say you got a group of Fuzzles who want to work here and an injured Meep who needs medical assistance?"

Sligslog knocks on the mechanic groll`s door.

OOC| Dripik, that sounds cute :p I think you should maake the robot-like mechanic-thingy.

Ooc: now you text looks big again...

OOC| Sheriff, i think there is something wrong with your eyes :rolleyes:

ooc: it can be my comp...

(the fuzzles return to noe)
noe: we lost a few of these guys to a guy named sligslog. a scrab saved my life and i fell from a couple of floors. i've brought ratz too, they can act a bit like sucurity cameras.

*Groll enters the room and sees Stivik with #7*

Groll:"Oh, I see you're already busy. Well, I just need to know what I'll be assigned to in this place. Is there any specific place I need to keep watch on or is it just wander round making sure everything's in order?"

(ooc:Just thought I'd say: Mudling and Sheriff-Murder, could you please not post so often? No offense or anything, it's just that it gets a bit annoying seeing millions of posts made by just two people in one day.
Also, Sheriff-Murder, if you were taking notice of other people characters, you would know that Groll is at the Security Office - and doesn't have a room yet to my knowledge. ;) Also you would already know that Groll is a mechanic, and Nick is into mechanics as well. And it must be your computer that's making Splat's text look big because it looks fine to me.)

occ: sorry, i will try to minimize my posts.

Isn't there a rule for 2 posts a day in W@RF? THere used to be anyway.
Not much i can say till Dripik turns up again...

ooc: Well, at the start of this part I said that people shouldn't sit here all day. They check in once or twice a day and post. Few and longer posts are better than lots of short posts...
And I can't see anything wrong with the letters, it must be your computer, Sheriff.


#7 Slig: "Let's see... Maybe you should look around in the factory first. Scout around and report if you find anything interesting."




Otto: *to Noe* "You're kind of a nature nerd, don't you..."

Arnie: "That's enough, Otto... Those Ratz can be useful. But I heard stories about Fuzzles, they say they are vicious and alike. But, if you can tame them, they can help you wherever they want."

Stivik: "Ok, yes sir... oh, and, uh, I was wondering, would I be allowed to see what happens between Anni and Nick... These things interest me. You know, like those crime things on TV. This isn't as servere obviously, but, well... It's a start, you know..."

ooc: LOL, noe seems to be a bigger hippy than abe!
noe: that's great! i also have a thing with meeps, they provide wool, and if there is any problem with animals, i can tame them. and about that gabbier loss, if manage to ever capturite again, i'll help breed them. and mudokon birds, i can get them away if you wish. like i siad, any animal problems or jobs, i'll be happy to do it.

(Ooc: Now that I've read through the pages of stuff that has come, I'll join. Again.:rolleyes:

Name: "Nails"
Species:Slig
Gender: Male
Age: I'm gonna give up on this. His age in physical years is a little over 15. His equivilant age is 53.
Appearance: Old and beaten. He has scar tissue all over him, and some missing tentacles. But he has a modern gun and a grenade launcher straped to his back, as well as a mud spoocebow. It doesn't work without a mudokon, of course, but he keeps it as a souvineer.
Backstory: Nails (tough-as) is an old slig. Experienced, too. He's been involved in many rebellions and minor battles, and was until recently a drill-sergeant at the slig barracks. The sound of his voice has sent BB sligs into a foetal ball, bringing them violently back to days of being woken up at 4pm by a voice complaining about how he had been brought mudokons instead of sligs to do back breaking, strenuous tasks. He didn't get the BB slig steroids himself because the effects would be too unreliable on an older slig. He is a bit of a freak for slig standards, being focused and on task all the time. The near collapse of the barracks had him leave. He has now come to the new Rupturefarms.

Name: Armpit
Species: Slog
Gender: Male
Age: (In slog years) 50
Appearance: Like his owner; beaten and scarred. Like his owner, it doesn't mean he's weak, it means he's a survivor of many fights.
Backstory: Nails' slog. Presumibly he had a different name as a sloggie, but now it's armpit because he smells like one.

Now all I need is a way to get Halije and Connie back into the RPG.)

*At the Rupturefarms station is the squeaking of a maintenance cart. On it, is a slig and a slog, who bouth would be called "rich in years", but not in anything else. The thing grinds to a halt. Nails steps off, sweating and panting, followed by Armpit, smelly and panting.*
Nails: "Dammit, that was a long trip. I've got to remember to catch a train ne-"
*He is interupted by the crash of a maintenance cart being smashed to bits by a train that was following.*
Nails: "****! I could have just gone on that!"
*He kicks the train, denting his leg, and marches off towards the facility. Armpit follows*

ooc : OK, seeing as someone decided not be an ignorant bastard ,and told me, I'll be rejoining.