3 elums run past grarr
*grabs one by the neck*
*shoots the other two*
*throws it into a meat grinder*
Grarr: hahahahaha die elum! die

ooc: how many glukkons in this place?

OOC: i dont know what you mean but if it is aboot the meat grinder glukkons then there are 2.

Phill: this place is a train wreck, how many more elums have escaped except for the elums that grarr got? great job on getting those pesky elums back.
* phill walks over to grarr and pats him on the back.*
Phill: looks like someone let them loose.

(ooc:sorry i was on a short vacation but now fizzix is back.This little 'short vacation' thing can happen more then once.its vacation so ya gatta make some use outa it :p)
*Fizzix walks around and without knowing he walks towards phill and grarr*
Fizzix:"Hahahah i just love doing nothing and getting payed for it *giggle*
Ohh uhh hi guys hehehe"
'gatta change subject...QUICKLY!!'he thinks
Fizzix:"Uhhh hey wazzup with those Elum?2 are dead and that 1..is not dead"
'im realy bad at changing the subject!'he thinks

ooc: it ok taskmaster.

phill: hey fizzix im trying to catch up with all of this two.
*phill pokes the dead elums.*
phill: whats the giggle about.

'The giggle?....What giggle?',Fizzix saids,trying to confuse Phill.
'But how did the Elum get out of there pen's anyway?
It couldnt of bin the muds,i have bin keeping an eye on em(and stabbing them)for the last few hours'Fizzix saids

Pill: i duno, but if the elums escape more often we will be ruined.
* phill flys around in circles putting his hands in the air.*
Phill: we better check the pens for any holes or damages so the elums dont escape again.

name:Bilgo
gender:Male
age:18
specie:Big Bro Slig (NO ARMOUR)
weapon:A cleaver, And LOUD heavy metal earphones.
personality:Big tough but loves all.... Cleavers...
bio:The butcher for this joint. was always tough he was a bully when he was a crawling.

name:cozy
age:20
species:armoured vyker
weapon:a snuzi and a lil hacker
personalty:loves experimenting on fuzzles and making new products

character thoughts"I need fuzzles to test"

character"can we gat some fuzzles in here"

phill: yes cozy we just got a new shipment in today.
*goes and gets a fuzzle for cozy.*
phill: well time to get back onto making more scrabcakes

name: Mike
gender: Male
age: 22
species: Crawling Slig (no pants)
weapon: None
personality: Hates all creatures except paramites and is easily annoyed
bio: Is a little smaller than most Sligs, and therefore never fit in the metal pants. He was left for dead out in the wilds, and the paramites treated him like he was their own kind. Once the Glukkons found out about this, they made him work at Creature Plant as the guy who lures the paramites over.

*walks out of transport train*
Bilgo:what a dump! and what's up with all these elums?
*grabs an elum and walks inside*
Bilgo:heloooooo??
*walks to fizzix*
*yells*
Bilgo:WHAZZZUUUPPPP!
*throws elum in cage*

OOC: We can still join right? If so, lookout....

name:Renegade
gender:Male
age:15
specie:Slig
weapon:BlitzPacker, shotgun, baton, grenade launcher.
personality:Cold-hearted towards animals and Mudokons, rebelious, psychotic.
bio:Looks like average sligs execpt has a tattoo that makes his entire right arm blue. Unlike other sligs he his right-handed. Has a massive inferiority complex around Big-bros and will lash out at them. Assassanated his boss, but was never convicted. Enjoys killing Scrabs, Paramites, Fuzzles, and Mudokons for pleasure and wealth.

*Fizzix startles and trips by the sudden WAZZUUP*
Fizzix:"AAAUGH...ohh....."
*Stands up and looks at Bilgo*
Fizzix:"excuse me but who the f**k are you and what the hell are you doing here"
*Fizzix takes the cage's keys and lock the cage that Bilgo just threw the Elum in*

OOC: If this RPG is still going, I wanna join! sry about the long description. :}

Characters name: Cregg
Age: 30
Specie: Slig
Bio/description: Has worked as a pest-controller,killing and trapping ratz and fleeches,
both at Rupture Farms, and at the boneworkz. His skinn is pailer than normal as a result of the chemicals he uses to kill vermin,has poor eyesight,but exelent hearing and sense of smell.
Personality: Is not aware of the world around him, he doesnt care about
danger or other people, just about vermin-control. He isnt very brigt eather,he is a total fruitcake.
Items/weapons: Wears a strange gasmask that makes him look stupid,
and lots of wierd machinery hanging from strapps of leather around his body.
He carries lots of weapons, like bug-bombs(Litterally),and chemical sprays, but he allso carries a rifle, to shoot critters on the run.

Hope this topic ain't dead

name:Jobe (See Jobe the slig fanfic)
Age:15
species:slig
Bio/description: This happens before Jobe's job in scrabania. He is very coldhearted at this time and will make up any excuse to kill a mud, or any other raw meat for that matter. Grinders are his best friend.

Weapon: Gun with a grinder at the end he put on himself for close range.

phill: hmmm, i think ill go set some scrab traps.
* phill opens the traps and puts meat inside of it.*
phill: Cregg want to help me drive some scrabs into the traps?
* phill gives Cregg a hand gesture.

Jobe:*Whistles around the factory.*
Jobe:Hmm...This grinders look a little clean.I shall change that!
Jobe:*Pulls lever sending 10 muds into a grinder and watches in joy as meat starts flying out*
Jobe:Hee hee! Oh the joys of killing a mud!
Jobe:*Sees renegade coming.*
Jobe:Crud I hoped he did not see me!

Cregg:"Sure thing!, traps are my favourites!,traps are my favourites!"
*Cregg walkes over to the trap and looks at it with big eyes.*
Ater about ten seconds he looks up:
"Are we going tá poison the meat, or just use it f´r bait?" Crigg asks, and starts to go trough his various bags and bottles.
"Its allways funnier to poison AND trapp critters, that way they can´t run away and die somewhere, besides I love killing things, that´s what I do,that´s what I do."
*Thinks a long while, then sais:
"But, you want to eat the scrabs, are you not? If so, we can´t use poison....
*Looks disapointed*

Crigg:"Sure, I can help u scare them towards the traps using my flashbangs."
Crigg walks over to the scrab-pens and pulls up his grenades.

phill: cregg dont let the scrabs out of the pen, we have to scare them out of the woods.
* phill points to the trees.*
phill: got enough grenades.
Phill: ill use my machine gun.

Jobe:*Hides in shadows watches renegade passing by carelessly.*
Jobe:Okay well now that that is over with let's see how the scrabs are doing!
Jobe:*Sees phil and creg doing something withe the scrabs.*
Jobe:Hee hee hee...Hey guys hows it going!? Are those scrabs healthy?
*Phil and creg look at jobe quzzically*
Jobe:Oh no!It seems like one of them is sick I guess a disease is spreading so just to be safe...
Jobe:*Pulls a lever sending all the scrabs into a grinder.*
Jobe:Well that was just to be safe! We don't want to get sick now do we?

Cregg:"OK, dude. I´l scare them out of there..."
*Crigg pulls the sprint out and makes himself ready to throw his flashbang,
but the grenade slips out of his gripp and explodes in his face!*
*Crigg dissapears in a ball of light*
'If this happens much more I´l lose all the sight I´v got left'. Crigg thinks.
Crigg:"I can´t see, help me, somebody!"
*slipps and falls to the ground*
Thinks:'maby I´m getting to old f´r this....'
*Crigg picks himself up and starts to follow the smell of food towards the restroom.
Crigg:"Sorry mate, you´l have to get them yer´self... I don´t want to shoot myself again..."

*Crigg sits down in the restroom and flick his eyes rappidly.*
'When i can see again, I´l set some traps f´r the ratz and fleeches'.He thinks.

Jobe:Man killing storage is fun and all but maybe I should get rid of some workers.Weak ones that is.
*Jobe sees crigg blind and almost defensless*
Jobe::D He's just perfect!
*Jobe readies his grinder gun and starts laughing evily.*

Criggs eyesight was beginning to come back, but the ringing in his ears were still there. "Arrgh, my head!" Crigg sais to himself.'Cofee, I need cofee...'
*Walks over to the cofee-maker*
Crigg picks the can of cofee up, and starts pouring it into a mug, relatively successfull.*

*Suddenly Crigg, (with his poor ringing hearing), is scared by a loud nois from behind. He swings around quickly and manages to drops the cofee-can, sending it flyingt through the air, hitting Jobe right in the face! The can explodes, spraying him full of hot cofee!*

Crigg:"Oh, it w´s just you.... didn´t see you comming."

*Crigg drinks his cofee-mug empty, then walks back to the table and starts to attend to his trapps.* (He didn´t see far enough to notice the whole coffe-splash-thing...)

phill: jobe, im sorry but you have to stop grinding everything, especially the muds we need them.
*phill sets smore scrab traps, then goes and pats a mud on the back.*
phill: these gys are my favorite little buds.

Jobe:My bloody eyes!!!Oh the agony of it all!Wait phill you want me to stop grinding?
*Jobe get's a twitchy look on his face*
Jobe:STOP grinding? Okay okay....
*Breathes slowly*
Jobe:This is my first job...Don't want to get fired...I just need to sleep for a while that's all!Then.....I....Will....Forget....About....Grinding!
*Jobe goes to his quarters puts his gun down and goes to sleep*

some time had passed now, and Criggs eyesight had come back.
*He finished the work on his traps and turned to Phill*

Crigg:"Hey, Phill, I´ve herd there is supposed to be some fleeches down at the pens. Is that true? If so, i´m gonna set some of my fleechtrapps there as well, and not only down at the lower levels."
*Shows Phill the trapps. Looks like a crossbreed of a hedgehog and an eel-trapp.*
Crigg:"They lure the fleeches in with some meat then they get stuck inside and the spikes decend on ´em.He,He. I´l set some trapps f´r the ratz aswell."
*Basicly fuzzle-trapps with a cheese in the middle*

phill: good crigg you go do that.
* gives crigg the thumbs up.*
Phill: Jobe, if you want to grind something, grind the fleechs, slurgs, and anything else that we dont need.

Fizzix:"maybe you should use a differant baite grigg."
"usualy fleeches like it when there meal stribles back....HEY YOU MUDOKON!!"
*he screams while he points at a mudokon scrúb*
"go with grigg over here,i think he knows what to do with you...*grinns*"
Mudokon:"urrr..why me?"
Fizzix:"becouse you are dispancable"

Jobe: Did the God's just answer my prayers!?
*Jobe goes up to the fleech kennels quickly.*
Jobe:Aww look at the little cute wormiesDIE!!!!!!!!!
*Jobe pulls out his gun and starts grinding the fleeches so much he loses control.He lost his aim and hit Phill's eye with his grinder.*
Jobe:...Oh crap.

Crigg turns to Fizzix.
Crigg:"Hey, Fizzix, how am I supposed to get the Mudokon into the traps?
he won´t fit, and there´s only one of him..."
"If I saw him up he wont struggle, so it won´t be any difference."

Jobe:*Watches as Phil is screaming in pain..*
Jobe:Um uh...He did it!
*Slams the gun in a mud's hands and runs off*
Jobe:Man oh man I am probably SO dead!!

Crigg looks around for awhile, then forgets about the whole thing and starts
to walk towards the elevator, obvious to everything going on at the moment.
'I like it down here.' Crigg thinks as he reaches the bottom levels of the facility.'I think I´´m gonna stay here f´r a while...'

*Fizzix looks mind turning at the mudokon*wich he has recently smacked in the back of the head*
Fizzix:'Theres has to be a way to get that moron to...ohh wait!'
*Fizzix curls the mudokon up to a ball and ties him together in that possition with rope*
Fizzix:'hehe that should do it....Crigg!!!!...uhhhm,Crigg?'
*Fizzix looks around him agoning*
Fizzix:'great...simply great...where is that moron...'
*he walks up the stairs to the cafeteria wich is the exact opposit place Crigg went,and completely forgetting about the tied up mudokon*

phill: oh my god oh my god, who the hell poked my eye out, that was my good eye.
* phill patrolls the area looking for the thing that got his eye.*
phill wispers: that persons going to die.
Phill: Mud, why the hell would you poke my eye out?
* the mud says nothing.*
phill: if you dont talk i will kill you.
* the mud doesnt talk.*
phill: fine.
*phill picks up the mud throws him into a cage, and pulls the lever for the grinder.*
phill: oh, that was kind of FUN.

Crigg put his nose in the air and sniffed.
He easily recognised the smell of ratfurr, slurgs and fleech-crapp.
Crigg:"Man, looks like nobody´s been here f´r a while."*Crigg looks around*
"Oh, sry, didn´t se you back there." Crigg said to the old, gnawd-up Mudokkon-skeletton in the corner. "I´l just leave yá to it."
(OOC:Crigg=Not the brightest fellow around...)
He walked down a grown-over acess-tunnel and placed some poisonous bait-units, some fuzzle trapps and some of his homemade fleech-trapps.
'That should do the trick in two flicks of an elums tail...' Crigg thought, and walked passed the dead guy, back to the elevator.
"Se ýa ´round!" Crigg said, to the ex-Mudd, befor he pressed the button and the elevator scrambled upwards again.

(OOC): Nobody has posted to this thread for a long while now. I hope this RPG isn´t dead, I love it!!!

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*Fizzix slowly walks down the stairs again and with a scrab burger halfly eaten in his hand*
'Fizzix:great...*bites burger*...that oaf isnt upstairs'
*he walks further and suddenly feels blood on the botom of his 3 leg's and looks down*
'Fizzix:eeeewwwww!!!!who spilled mudokon on the floor!!!!'
*he once again looks up to Phill*
'Fizzix:uhhmmm...oke and whats your story?',he saids sarcasticly.

Jobe: Oh crap man what should I do?
*Jobe sees phill actually wanting to kill the muds.*
Jobe: Well well I think some mojo rubbed off hehe.

Crigg walked out of the elevator and looked around.
He could clearly see Jobe to the left, and a blurry figure to the right.(Pfill)
Crigg walked towards Pfill, who was looking at a cage with some blood in it.
Crigg: "Hey, Phill!" Crigg said. "You look different. Have you got yourself a new haircut?" (Crigg looks at Phills mangled eye, and forgets that sligs dosnt have hair.) "Im of to the restroom to look for Fizzix, are You commin´?"

Crigg walks down the hall. Stops, turns to the left, and blasts a scrab-poster beond recognition.
Crigg: "Phew, he allmost got me! Lucky me I reacted fast enough"
*Turns back on track, and continiues down the corridr.*

phill: my story is that some morron poked the eye i look out of out.
i need to go blow off som steam and some muds.
* phill flies away while blasting the ground before him.*
* phill comes back.*
phill: does anyone have some small sizzors. (for his eye.)


OOC: that was funny meech muncher about the haircut thing.