"...Hm. I wonder why he isn't here..." Ike silently whispered to himself.
He shifted unconfortably in his spot, and glanced over at the Vykker.

Ike thought to himself: "...Oh well, I guess it shouldn't matter too much... All there is to do is wait. It shouldn't be too bad..."

He pulled out his notepad, and made a quick sketch of the Vykker standing next to him. He added some shading, and put the pad away.

Yo,I'm back!
 

ooc:Okay!I'm back in action.Oh,and sorry for not spacing my words enough dripik.I'll try to do better.

ic:
*Shickwayla and Opple sat down to eat,ignoring the conversation between Zero and the Slig(or whatever).*
Shickwayla:"Man,we must be the luckiest chicks on Oddworld!"
Opple:"I know. Getting that much Moolah for being 'body guards' in a meat processing plant? It's just too good to be true!"
Shickwayla:"But,still,we can't be too careful. We gotta watch our backs.That glockstar could turn on us at any time."
Opple:"For once,you are right. I agree."
*Both watch Zero chatting.*

Splat's edit:
ZERO101, first of all, use the edit button like everyone else. It's not hard to see (bottom right corner of the post box, next to the 'quote' button). If you keep double-posting for no reason you're likely to find yourself in trouble.
Second, if you check the forum rules you will see that flaming (unprovoked insulting of another member) is against the forum rules. Do it again and you can definately expect a warning.

IC: *Gushhe sat down at the table, and was about to consume a scrab cake, when he realised the shortage of Scrabs that he had heard of before he came to RuptureFarms.* He saw it as inconvienient unless there was a breeding program going on for the Scrabs. *Gushhe stood up and left the table*.

#0012 sat there, wondering if he was right to have got rid of his models. Then again, no questions, he thought. He thought it better to think straightforward than to wonder about what could've/would've been. It was only a matter of time until someone noticed that he didn't really have a job at RuptureFarms. But for now, he was going to think about the present, not the future. He saw no point in thinking about the past. What has been has been. No changing that unless a neuronic and molecular shifting accelerator had been devised. *He stoo up, and marched off elsewhere, making it look like that he had something to do.* 'Gushhe MUST be destroyed!' He thought to himself. 'He is a danger to the facility! He could get my arse sued for what I did. I must persist in my attitude towards him - if I'm lucky, I might eventually kill him. Yes, an accident at work killed him. Hehuhu!' He thought (and laughed to himself).

Gushhe was thinking about #0012, and why he did these things to him. 'Why must he abuse me in such ways? Gushhe thought to himself. 'If he thinks I'm a danger to the facility or himself, he's one deluded little git. One of these days, he'll end up killing me. Maybe I should accept Zero's job - I could do with some sort of witness to the damn slig's actions - perhaps stitch #0021 up.' Gushhe smiled to himself. If #0012 thinks that Gushhe is a threat to his job, for he would've been deluded, but now he would be right.

OOC: I've changed the spelling of Goshhe to Gushhe, the spelling seems to flow better. Sorry for any inconveniance.

ooc: ZERO, check your last post cus i've had about enough of this.

IC:
Krik was somewhat annoyed when the mudokon walked into Arnie's office like he owned the planet, but he stayed resolutely silent. He was more interested in trying to work out what the thing was doing with that note pad. He was tempted to take it off of him, but decided to instead focus his efforts on finding the boss.
"Well, he's not in the cafeteria anyway... Maybe he's overseeing the working... I wonder which way the grinders are?"

"... I don't know where any of the grinders are... maybe there's a map somewhere to tell us."

*Ike walked out of the room, and looked around. He saw a small panel that was shaped like his paw by the wall. He put his hand to it, and a screen popped up.*

"Well, according to this map... we are here, and we need to get... here."
*Ike pointed to a spot on the map that said "Meat Grinders".*

He pulled out his notepad and jotted a mini-map down on it.
Ike thought: "Just so I don't get lost again."

like I care splat...... maybe I should just leave, and I am not asking any one so don't reply to this or I will report you!!!! I think I will report splat any way.....so... good bye I guess.. I gotta take down my profile and I guess thats it. so, sorry hammy and any other people who may have been friendly (yeah right).

You threatening to report Splat, a friggin moderator, is more hilarious a mismatch than Ethiopia threatening to bomb the United States with their entire nuclear arsenal. Start acting your age.

^ Well said. And ZERO, don't let the door hit you on the way out, as we don't want the door to get dirty. Seeya!

OOC: ZERO, we tried to give you advice to help you along with this, and what do you do? Carry on being an ignoramus moron and being a complete retard and throwing it all back in our faces, to be honest. You're a year older than me. Honestly, what is wrong with you? And no mental illness excuses please, because I do in fact suffer from autism myself, so that is no excuse for you poor behaviour and atrocious grammar and...well, pretty much everything you've done here.

IC: Sturg lead the way back to the tower. When they arrived, Sturg sat down on the floor. Silence ensued.
"Uh...I spy, anyone?"

Where did he go???
 

ooc:Yeah,maybe you should leave Zero.Not to be mean or anything.I'll miss ya man.:(

ic:
*Shickwayla and Opple watched Zero for quite some time,then noticed their food was getting cold so they returned to eating.When they got done,they looked over to see if their glockstar friend was still in the same spot as before but,they couldn't see him anywhere.Although being very confused and some what worried because,after all,it was their job to protect him,they just shrugged and walked out of the cafeteria and down the hall.*

Opple:"Wonder where that Gluk went.Maybe he just got tired of being in such a place and decided to go elsewhere.What do you think?"

Shickwayla:"I think he just wanted to give some moolah to some pretty country girls!I'm gald he did too,now we can buy just about anything we want!"*Throws her hands up in the air in joy.*

Opple:"Your idea sounds more likely."*A huge smile crossing her face.Both continue walking,looking for people to meet.*

OOC: I hate to play moderator, Ilovehammy!, but the part about Zero leaving in your post is godmoding (controlling other people's characters).

OOC: Zero DID say he was leaving...and I doubt he'll post again, so I suppose that's as good a way to sort the problem out, I guess. It's not like there's alot of other choice.

:)Can I join?

ooc: Anyone can join.

IC:
"Maybe we could explore the tower a bit more," Jim suggested. "You know... there might be something in there worth seeing that we didn't notice before?"

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Judging by the map, they could get to the main grinders pretty quickly. "Come on then," Krik ordered and strutted off. He guessed that if Arnie was in the grinders he'd probabyl be on the grinders overlooking production. If he still couldn't find him he would look in the boardroom, but to the the best of his knowledge Arnie didn't have any business partners, so who would he be in meeting with?

ooc: Remind me, where are Kix and Dean at the moment?
And is Arnie on the catwalk or on the ground floor of the grinders?

IC: "Liiiiike...? Meh, whatever. Maybe there's a basement somewhere..." Sturg looked around the room, then started sniffing around the floor, checking for irregularities.

Coming upon Ike...
 

ooc:Sorry Patrick Vykkers.Thanks for pointing out my mistake.I didn't even think about it!I was god-modding(or whatever you called it)and I didn't even notice.Sorry everyone!

ic:

*Shickwayla and Opple wondered around the factory for quite a while.They eventually came up to a mudokon(Ike) drawing all by himself.*

Shickwayla:"Hello there!What's your name?Mine is Shickwayla Steefson."

Opple:"And,my name is Opple Steefson.My sister and I arrived here not long ago.We havent even started working yet."

Shickwayla:"So...whats your reason for coming here?We just got bored of New Yolk city and decided to come to a more industrial part of Oddworld for a while."

ooc:Sorry for all of those questions Arxryl!I just thought you needed a friend in this big factory,so just figured I'd help ya out.:fuzwink:

OOC: it's okay IloveHammy!. Just as long as you aren't bombarding me with questions too fast to where I can't respond fast enough... ;)

Ike turned suddenly and saw the two Clakkers walking up to him. They quickly asked questions and Ike tried to answer them the best he could.

"Well, uh... my name's Ike, and uh... well, I wanted to... to help."
Ike was clearly nervous by these two walking up to him so quickly. He turned to look where Krik went, and quickly caught up to him.

He looked back over his shoulder at the Clakkers and said,
"Um... I'm going to see the boss of this place, so umm... I'll see you around, I guess."
Ike vervously waved back to them and continued to follow Krik.

[QUOTE=Splat;291958]ooc: Anyone can join./QUOTE]

:(Okay, but I'm not sure how, I roleplay on a different site that uses a reply button and there doesn't seem to be a reply button here....Uhhh, do I post my character profiles first and how do I know if anyone replies to me?

ooc: Uh, last i noticed Ike wasn't on his own. Isn't he following Krik?
Oh, and ILH's characters aren't clakkers. One's a steef and the other's a grubb.

Zozo, there is a reply button, below the left corner of the most recent post. Or you can just use quick-reply.
As for how to RP here, the best way to get an idea is to read a few pages of the RPG, and check out the first post of the RPG (W@RF part 6, don't worry about reading all the other parts unless you really want to). Also see the RPG rules thread, though most of it is fairly basic if you've RPed before. Lastly you could check the info and advice for RPG newbies thread as it also will give you an idea of the way we do this here.
Post your profile in the 'W@RF profile thread'. Because the RPG is so big we made the seperate thread so people can check the characters more quickly. Remember it's only for W@RF characters.

ooc: ok maybe i'll try to start back up. and sorry for a short post i need something to build on to make it longer.

IC: phill flew to the cafeteria because he was hungry, and was hopping to run into someone to sort him out because he was confused. mmm i can smell the lunch meat already, i hope its good.

phills thoughts: man my exhaust pipe is loud, i hope it doesnt desturb anyone.

*phill flys down the big hallway wisteling Eagles:"Take it Easy" as he looks at the lunch menus and pictures.*

I may not be able to post...
 

ooc:Sorry about the mix up Arxryl.Yeah,Shickwayla is a Steef and Opple is a Grubb.People get em' confused quite a bit,but thats okay.By the way,my family and I are going camping this week for a few days,so I may not be able to post.Sorry to make you guy's wait again.Just hang in there!I'll be back.:)

ic:

*Shicwayla and Opple noticed the Mud's nervous reaction and his quick departure from them.They just shrugged again and kept walking through Rupture Farms.Thinking it may be a good idea to look for Arnie too,they fell behind Ike a little and silently followed him,hoping he would lead them to da boss.*

Dark, souless eyes stared down at the cold floor of the "Rupture Farms Cargo Train" as it headed to it's course to the Slig Officer Registration Office near the east of the factory. Small lights dimmed outside of the train slowly licked their way across the white scaley body that belonged to Zuka The Hunter. Or at least, that was what he was called before that ignorant fool Tullsa left him for dead. The light also illuminated against his gun, an assault rifle.

Suddenly, the train came to a halt.

"It's about time..."

The white slig gathered his gun, stretched his arms and neck, then opened the door to the train. His reptilian eyes scanned the area, making sure he left no detail out of the place in case of an "unexpected escape". Still, he might even like it here, as long as noone gets in his way...

OOC: Yes Ike is following Krik, and sorry 'bout the mix up. I heard the name "Opple" and heard they came from New Yolk city and... well... soory! :) hopefully this won't happen again.

Ike looked back behind him again, and saw Shickwayla and Opple following him and Krik. He was going to ask them why they were following, but decided to draw them in his notepad instead.

OOC: :)And now I make my character appear to join, whoo.

IC:
Tiny the big bro slig stared out of the window of the train in his seat and giggled, seeing the lights go by in the tunnel and hearing the sounds it made as the FeeCo train travelled at high speed. He heard it screech as it came to a halt and walked out of the open doors, into RuptureFarms. He'd figure he would get away from the Slig Barracks for a bit, to get away from Cecil, guns and all the stuff there he didn't like. He looked around the room, weaponless, and walked on.

Zuka walked over to the outpost, where registration for new Sligs took place. This was to make sure that registered sligs were present, instead of having some renegade Slig come in trying to save anyone. His eyes saw the sign posted in big, black letters.

YOU KNOW HOW TO DO THIS, SO GET IN AND GET OUT!

Apparently, the Slig was too lazy to sign and register sligs.

"What a waste of a life. Can't even get a simple job like this done. Oh well"

Zuka signed his name and pushed the red button. The scanner zoomed over the top of the paper and scanned it using a red laser. Behind the scanner was a large, electronic wall which printed his name onto it, matching with the other names listed.

MACHINE VOICE: THANK YOU, ZUKA GOFLAX, FOR REGISTRATION. WELCOME TO RUPTURE FARMS.

"Hmph, that's a laugh." And he shot the scanner. The scanner shattered into a million piecess and collapsed. As Zuka walked away humming the tune to "The Terminator", the machine spit up one last phrase:

GLAD TO HAVE YOU ALONG.....

ooc: :)I take it you meant by 'slig was too lazy to sign and register' you meant Tiny then? :/Uhh, wait a minute Marco the Glukkon, wouldn't DESTROYING the sign-up machine so Tiny can't legally join RuptureFarms be God-moddling? .....Hmm, didn't even know there was a magic sign-up machine for sligs...Better read more of the roleplay stuff...

IC
Tiny gave a short scream as he saw the machine explode. He poked at it, getting an electric shock and yelped, sucking his sore finger. He didn't have any idea what in the blazes he was doing, he just wanted to get away from the Barracks, that and he hadn't really thought it through. He looked around the large room and walked into the Production and Packaging room, looking around as his four legged pants made a lot of noise. "Hello?...Is anyone there?" He said. Even his voice sounded like a little kid.

ooc: Actually there is no electrical sign-up machine in Rupture Farms that I know of (or anyone else except Marco, it would seem) so don't worry about it.
Marco, I sincerely hope you aren't going to make a habit of blowing up everthing you come across.

ooc: could someone tell me where i can find a map of repture farms. plz
* a freak explosion sound caught phill attention, he turned around*
ic: whats going on here!
* he flies full speed to the broken down machine.*
ic: woah, i never knew there was a sign up sheet machine! ahh crud now i lost my way. i guess ill walk east. wait... east is uh..... this way.
* phill starts flying eastish*

OOC: :DSligger, the map for the roleplay is here http://www.oddworldforums.net/attach...7&d=1152352809 as for an actual map of rupturefarms, no idea.

OOC: :DAh, okay.

OOC: First of all, woah, there's another surge of new people.
Secondly, Marco,m there IS no sign-up machine. To get a job here your character has to speak to Arnie and Otto (The Glukkon owners, and dripik's characters(Dripik is the creator of the RPG))
Finally, Splat, I'm not sure, but I think Kix and Dean are heading to or from the Storage Room on the 2nd floor.

OOC: The map is on page 1 of this topic.

Occ:: Oops, sorry guys! Didn't mean anything by it, it's just someone said you have to enter the area somehow..and I saw an Oddworld picture where mudokons were being registered or something. They were all lined upin a row before a registration thingie. The picture was on the Oddworld Library, so I didn't know that I had to talk to anyone. I guess I just tried to use my imagination lol. I am new to this Oddworld Roleplay so if I am doing something wrong thanks for pointing it out for me...it helps:)

Also, my character is not a shoot-um-up guy, it just was an intro to show how his character is. The attack on the machine was just to show he isn't afraid to use his weapon, even though he will rarely use it during the Rp.

Jim followed Sturg into the tower and stood just inside the door, watching the meech and feling awkward.
Somi rolled her eyes and headed towards the kitchen the two mudokons had found.

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Krik eventually reached the catwalk above the main grinding area. He stopped, looking around, and spotted Arnie talking with some other glukkon and watching the muds on the floor below. "Ah! There he is," He announced, pointing him out to the mud who had been following him. "Come on, there are some stairs over here."

ooc: Short post. Apologees.

ooc: we shall forgive you... ;)

Ike saw him point down to Arnie the Glukkon and walked over to the stairs and began to descend.

ooc:Alrightie.Sorry to keep leaving you guys.My family is always going on little trips.Hey,they're fun!Oh,and by the way,it's okay Arxryl.With a name like 'Opple',it's more than likely people mistake her for a Clakker!:)

IC: Sturg looked around. Nothing appeared to be there they hadn't seen before. Then he saw, in the corner, a very dusty cupboard.
"Hey, uh, Jim, think there's anything in this cupboard? You can open it. You have hands."

ooc: Hey guys, a few months a go I promised a story based around some of my RPG characters. Well, I've just started posting it in fancorner! The opening has Stivik, who was my first W@RF character and left the RPG a while ago, though some of you may remember him. And I'll be sticking Krik in later on, so come and have a look!
Please :fuzblink:

IC:
Krik hurried after the mudokon, showed him out of his way as he hurried down stairs and emerged in the grinders, "Arnie! I'd like a word please!"

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Jim nodded and went across to the cupboard. He pulled on it. It was a little stiff but opened with a strong tug. He peered inside. "It's full of guns," He muttered quietly, "They look pretty old, though."

OOC: Sorry for not being around, I was frustrated for the moments I wasn't posting.

I'll post as Slap later.

IC: Molt was rather insulted by Arnie's claim for having him being resposible for all of the incidents that had happened around here. How was it his fault? All he did was break an elevator. Besides that, he saw everything he did was rather agreeing with Arnie's terms. Such as when he had that Glukkon beat it, it had Arnie have time to kick him out of the factory before the Glukkon could speak with him. Or with Goresplatter, when that Slig blew off his arm, Arnie could have fired him before the Slig could have done something more drastic. And with Crappiqu, he could've thrown to Skillya's direction for trying to commit homicide on two members in the Labortory. But what did he do? Nothing, because his little philsophy caused everyone to have so many second chances, the members of the facility didn't learn from their mistakes. They could get away with anything. And Arnie should learn that before he goes on blaming other non-trouble makers for actually not messin' up.

Before Molt could do anything, or even swear at that, he saw two members he regonized, approched Arnie. RG-49, had changed within two hours. He now had a shattered face, but the Mudokon did not have a scratch, yet he had a story. The two told Arnie of their incidents, and he listened eagerly to find out who was able to take smackin' at robots and lived. When he heard it was Gappiqu and Goresplatter, he was both pitched in rage and laughter. He was frustrated that this kind of thing happened because Arnie completely ignored the two's trouble making behaviours, but he was also ammused by the irony. Arnie probably deserved it, but on the other hand, the robot or the Mudokon did not. If it was up to him, they should be hunted down and given no mercy. Then the little a******s could face what they deserve.

Before he could laugh hysterically or yell at Molt, his larynx couldn't take the intense actions it must perform. Slowly, he was caught short of breath, had no control over his gun, and had became wobbly on his pants. All because he couldn't raise his voice properly. He dropped his gun and his throat felt clogged. Molt had lost his voice in ten second.

Molt calmed his voicebox and reached down to pick up his gun. When he did, he realized that now a Vykker, followed by a Mudokon and two Steefs, were now wanting to speak to Arnie. If distractions kept on being applied, he would never be able to get a job in time. He had to make his point clear and fast, if he wanted something. Molt said in his low and rasp voice, "Everyone wants to speak to Arnie. So shush, wait in line, and accept that I have been needing to speak to Arn longer than you will ever."
He continued, "Arnie, I have just lost my voice and lost control of my gun in a matter of seconds. Does that mean anythin' to ya, that maybe, just maybe, I couldn't even mess someone's day up now? Ya should just let the fact go that I broke yer elevator, and do this. Send yer Sligs after those two knitwits, encage them, and send them to Skillya. Is it that hard to say you hired two manaics and yer wrong? Just get rid of them. If you like, I could fix up yer robot. Just to say how nice I really am. Just hire me, and I won't have to bother ya ever again. How about that?"