OOC: Hm, interesting. We seem to have made a forest beyond the hills. Very interesting.

IC: The noon star in the sky finally reached to a peaking moment that one of the windows of the town, reflected to light into the rather uncluddered house. The star brightened the dark, nearily empty, condo, making even a lamp useless. And the star's blinding light impacted the lids of a member inside the house.

Aggravating the Wolvark inside, the light forced the eye lids slammed Parit's sad eyes open. Parit muscles finally realized they needed to remove themself from their 6 hour position, and that sent a clear message to Parit's mind. He moved his head to face the poster of a wanted poacher sign, positioned directily in front of Parit's foot of his cafefully carved bed. Parit flicked his eyes a few times, to get his eyes adjusted to the sudden burst of light. After all of this rough measurement of stretching, Parit gripped the corners of bedsheet, and threw them across the back of the simple bed. Parit turned to his left, to his face the closet stickes.

One stick had branches pointing in several directions, but all of them were uniquely shaped into Steef heads. Each of them held a piece of clothing, including pants. Parit shook off his tireness and pressed his bare feet onto the rough floor. He flung his body upward and use his small legs to fling himself forward with his legs. Once his hands grasped his farmer clothing, slid his arms into the delicate sleeves and tried to use his hands to feel around for the silky buttons, to slide the buttons into other end of the shirt. Once he completed his button process, he gripped his overalls, and placed the straps onto his shoulders and the pant line on his now clothed legs, he no longer needed anymore attire.

Parit exhaled, before making his way into the outside, a precious view in where he will herd and harvest. Parit made quiet steps to the door, one that was quite wooden. He gripped the cold handle, twisted and pushed with his left hand, to enter the rather marshy air. He took a few more steps before taking a look around him, to only see no more than per say, houses and a few bushes. Yet, he realized that there was only one tree in the village, and it seemed to make quite a bit of noise. Parit couldn't quite see what was coming on, but he decided that investigation was required.

His pourch was made entirely of the element made by Jovi, and only led to the ground by a simple staircase. When he took a few steps downward, he hopped the rest of the stairs down, being that he knew that he would survive. Once he recovered from the fall, he took a little stroll down the neighborhood.

As soon Parit's vision had the ability to see what was ahead of him, he rose his brow. He thought he had now saw some mutant, stripped Clakker, with added Vykker experiment features. The thing had a little beak, two fit arms and legs, an enlarged head and eyes, as well as a little feather pointing out of the thing's head. Sure wasn't something he had seen in his day. But the thing beside him, he knew what that thing was very well. An Elum. Damn things who keep on eating his crops. And his honey. Prehaps the two had a connection, but he may never know.

Parit didn't know whether to approuch it or not. The thing was covered in body paint, and was crouching to the tree for some odd reason. Prehaps the thing had attempted to make it's own little religon, which consists of believing trees in being immortals. Something he couldn't understand. Yet, Parit saw that the thing's little pouch had something green, which made him think of Spooce. Parit thought that maybe this was a farmer. Prehaps he could help him farm and also herd other Elums. So Parit sprinted on the rough ground, to reach the creature and just said, "Hey.", to get his attention.

Grish jump to his feet in surprise, waking his elum.He turned around and stared at the strange creature who spooked him, while the elum began to lick honey off the nearby tree. Grish look at the strange creature long and hard, until he saw its straw hat. Presuming that it was a farmer, he did not call for his paramite guards who were hidden among the shawdows. Grish said in a deep rough voice, "Are you here to buy something; spooce, metal ore, elum hides or paramite hides? Or do ypu require my help? Either way it will cost you. Something very important to me has stolen and i would like it replaced."
Grish sat calmly to the floor, behind his little stall. He picked up a sharp rock and began to carve;
Spooce - 1 Mollah Each
Elum Hides - 6 Mollah Each
Paramite Hide - 9 Mollah Each
Unknown Metal Ore - 9 - 13 Mollah Each
Grish has little knowledge of mollah and had no need for it up until now. But he believed these prices to fair, or so he hoped. He turned back to face the strange farmer, forgetting about the large paramite in the tree branches above.

IC: Cliff had accidentally knocked a branch down. Due to his former life, maybe he was unnaturally large for such a situation? Anyway, he had noticed that the Mudokon had changed it's mind about throwing a rock at him.
He then saw the Wolvark. Cliff didn't trust Wolvarks at all. He never liked the look in their eyes. Either way, he kept an eye on this particular Wolvark.
The Mudokon's prices seemed good. The ore, however...that seemed interesting to him. Cliff had some Moolah in his rucksack. He would certainly buy some...he decided to have a good look at the ore before asking to buy it. So in the forest gloom, he sneaked down and grabbed a lump that had rolled onto the floor, and took it back into the tree, hopefully unnoticed. he placed it down and inspected it. He, off course, would give it back or pay for it after he had looked at it a bit more. This ore could be useful for doing something himself with.

Parit was quite relieved to have heard that the thing could talk. That meant it could also have interest in what he had to say. However, he was non interested in anything in what this strange creature had, but he knew Jovi would be. That thing was always a Slog (not a hog, get it?) when it came to natural resources. He may have wanted to tell the Vykker of this creature, for this obviousily found these supplies somewhere nearby.

After brushing off a little dust off his shoulder and took a bit of straw from the hat to put it into his mouth, he decided to reply, before the guy decided to go into realstate with him. Slowly trying to find the right words, he grunted in the gray environment, "Nah, I want nothin'. Just curious, are ya a herder and a farmer? Another thin', where did ya get these resources?" He was hoping the strange red character to reply, before Jovi made him his personal assistant.

Parit became a little suspiscous of the surroundings about the character. There seemed to be a little commotion going on in the tree, and the Elum seemed very much responsive of the character. Prehaps the character brought a few friends around... Parit thought he might want to talk to this man a little more, just to make sure it wasn't some sort of spy from them Industerials, or some terrorist. But for some reason, the character's face looked like he had seen another one of this kind. It was on the tip of his tounge, but he can't seem to figure out what.
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Luhead was also awoken from the aggravating star, making him a little sick to his head. He never like that star light.

Luhead started off by grouchingly taking a few steps forward, and making a short amount of spine and arm stretches that he had learned from a woman yoka (yoga) class. (What can I say, the guy loves to see women move themself) To make sure that everything was under control, he moved a little bit to them rim of the watch tower view.

Protecting his eyes from the sight of the star, he rose his hand above his brows, and looked around the village. As he looked at different regions of the still village, he thought, "Yep, those hills are still in one piece. So is the fields, with some Meeps and Elums. Yep, so are them houses. Pretty purdy. And so is Parit talking to a Mud, yep that is all natural as well."

It took a little while for Parit to realize that the Mudokon was new, and a even longer time for him to realize what Mudokons resemble in nature. Luhead, remembering that his sport before smoking was seeing how fast the little guys could run before they fell into a grinder, instatonly became a bit suspiscous. Normally, he would have shot it by now, but he decided that he could watch to see if it was another terrorist. So he gripped the rifle equiped to him, and watched the Mudokon for any criminal acts. He was ready.

IC: Cliff had inspected the ore a bit more now. He was unsure of it. Nice and firm, though. Good, useful properties, if used in a factory. Not soft enough for him to do anything with.
He tossed it back onto the floor near the Mudokon. He then watched the Wolvark some more. It seemed to be calculating rather alot, the shifty eyes...it seemed uncertain of the situation, taking it's time to answer. Cliff slowly climbed down the side of the tree and crouched in the shadows. He then crawled round to the other side, closer to the Wolvark. It was too suspicious. He couldn't trust it at all. If it tried anything against him or the Mudokon, it was dead meat. And if he had to kill it, he hadn't eaten in a while anyway. But Wolvarks are slippery. Even when injured, they can make good their escape. But, it would be worth a try if he had to anyway. No harm in that.
As he settled down, he disturbed a Zappfly, which slowly flew out over the scene, illuminating it. Cliff flinched. Hopefully it's light wasn't strong enough to reveal him yet.

OOC: Sorry for not posting! I completely forgot about this RPG!


IC:


Jackie: Jackie wondered around the small town to get to his house. When he found it, he unpacked his small bag which contained his pet Fuzzle, his water satchel (spelling?) and 350 Moolah. Then he went outside to find some supply of food and water for him and his Fuzzle, who's name is Wum. After about 20 minutes of walking, he came across a Mudokon sitting behind a Stall of some sort and a Wolvark (he hadn't noticed the Paramite). He noticed that There were carvings that said

Spooce - 1 Moolah Each
Elum Hides - 6 Moolah Each
Paramite Hide - 9 Moolah Each
Unknown Metal Ore - 9 - 13 Moolah Each

The Wolvark seemed to be thinking if it wanted anything or not, while it was thinking, Jackie went up to the Mudokon and said "How much Spooce ya got?"...


OOC: w00t?:fuzgrin:

Grish, not sure who to answer first, turned to the new stranger and said.
"I've got about a third of last week's harvest, so about...erm...three dozen. I can get more but you'll have to wait a few days. So do you want to buy any or not?"
He then turned back to the farmer,l eaving the stranger deep in thought and answered in a deep grumble,
"That would be telling, but I can show you for a fair trade. The spooce, I can tell you, I grow myself. But I did not tan the creatures for their hides, I would never harm any such beasts. So are you interested?"
Grish leaving his customers thinking, turned to pet his elum.

IC: Cliff had sorta been worried about the hides, but he hadn't thuoght it was the Mudokon who'd got them. The only way would be if this one was capable of possession, then getting the thing to kill itself without ruining the hide. Only rifles could really be used for this task.
Seeing another customer, Cliff had a bit more confidence. Elum hides...his bag appeared to be made of similar stuff, and it was starting to wear.
He pulled it down, took oput 15 moolah, and leaving the bag, cautiously wandered up to the Mudokon, trying to ignore the others, and said "Is this enough for you to possibly stitch me a new bag with Elum hide, like this one here?" he said, pulling out his rucksack.
Hopefully the response would be a positive one.

Surpised Grish stared at the paramite in awe. he thought to himself, "how is this paramite able to talk." He stared at the paramite closer, he recognized it from the tree and said in a soft voice, "How could I take mollah from such an awe inspiring creature like yourself. Here is a deal, you answer my two questions and I'll make you a Elum Hide bag." His elum jerked after hearing this and Grish had to whisper something in elum tongue to calm it down. Grish continued, "here are my questions. What were you doing in the tree earlier? And how did you learn to talk? What do you say."
Grish stared intensely at the paramite waiting for an answer.

IC: "Well, I found this 'Meepiluch' place, and before thinknig of starting, say, maybe a business or something, I should watch a few people with their own businesses and maybe learn a bit first. I ended up coming into the forest and seeing you.
As for speaking like you, well...only vaguely, I rememeber...Vykkers, I think. They replaced my voicebox with a Mudokon one, something they found somewhere. Maybe there poor guy was shot by a Slig or summat. But anwyay, that's why I talk like this, and am unable to speak my proper language, which as another result sort of mucked up being able to live as a Paramite should. So, after these many years wandering around, I thought I ought to settle down and start a business. Meepiluch here seems new and prosperous, so I thought I'd look around here.
This old rucksacks pretty much screwed."

Parit at first turned toward the Slig, only to see that it was carring a small bag with some supplies. He gave the Slig an frigthening glance, as he saw that the Slig was equiped with mechincal pants, which made him suspiscious of him being a creature with a gun. He never liked guns. But on the other hand, the creature seemed oddly friendly and cheerful, so he decided it probably wasn't overall aggressive toward everyone in the village, so his anger level decreased.

Parit continued to listen to the character about his response to both of them, but he really didn't get anything from him. He wanted to know what his occupation was, not where he got his resources. He wasn't too interested in the resources, it was just about information that Jovi would want to know. Parit was about to cooly responde, but it was rather that he was interuptted by someone.

Parit was in complete awe to see something that had the ability to speak like him, and in a wildlife body. What shocked him the most was that the thing had the ability to understand currency. Never had he seen such a small animal, talk to anybody in a regular manner. But prehaps it was native, so it could just be natural. Yet, it made him even more impressed, by the reaction of the character, that obviousily knew that these creatures were wildlife. On the other hand, Parit thought that it would hurt him, yet, the thing obviousily didn't want to hurt him, or even anyone else. Parit also listened to his little speech, to learn that he was a Vykker experiment, only to feel a little sympathy for him. The thing couldn't interact with his own species, making that everyone else wouldn't want to communicate with a freak. Kind of sad for him to hear, so Parit went over to him, and growled, "Hey you, mind tellin' me whether or not ya need a home? I'm mayor and can give ya a house, if ya want."
-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=

Luhead's reaction to seeing the Paramite was not pretty. He knew what those things were, and knew that they kill for food. Basiclly, he knew that he was ordered to shoot at anything that seemed threating, so at last, a few barrels could be wasted on this Paramite. Luhead sweated nervousily, so he wiped his forehead, and directed his rifle at the Paramite. He pressed his eye against the eyehole hard, and looked through the other end, to see where he was aiming. At last, the Paramite was in view, and he whispered, "There you are, you son of a...."

At the final second, Parit stepped in front of his view, to talk to the Paramite. At that, he was pretty pissed. He couldn't shoot it at this point, so he had to wait for Parit to move. Luhead started to grind his teeth in anger, while he ached his finger over trigger. All that could be done was to sit still.

IC: Cliff considered the mayors offer. "Yeah, that sounds great! I won't need much, maybe a used caravan or something, I could do it up myself! Actually, I think I'd rather do that than have something fancy, if that isn't too much trouble"
Cliff then noticed noticed that something wasn't right. Maybe it was a gun? He looked round the mayor quickly. He saw some sort of building up between the trees, faintly. Was that it. So, he then asked the mayor "Say, whats that building up there? It's giving me the creeps. I don't trust it at all"

I just came up with a character who can plausibly appear in every single RPG at once!

Name: Ghost
Species: Presumed mudokon from voice.
Gender: Presumed male.
Personality: "I am the center, the hub of all your knowledge. I am the unseen who sees all. What I do not know is unknown by all. I am the truth, the deception, and the signal. I am your fears and your hopes. I am the source. I am the Ghost in the machine."
Those that have “met” Ghost seem to think he’s an okay guy, but are spooked by the mystery that he embodies. He is quite helpful in the information he provides, knowing what he does, but whether or not that information is correct is another matter. It serves his allies well, and therefore serves his own ends nicely. His sense of humour is often unappreciated.
Age: Unknown.
Appearance: No one has ever seen Ghost in person. But his remote-controlled avatar is in the form of a highly modified security orb. Indistinguishable from normal orbs, the Chant Suppressor C-dot-P is a masterpiece of engineering. If the Glukkons knew it existed, they would try anything to get their hands on it (so to speak). A dark metallic orb about 2 feet in diameter, it has a single red, faintly glowing “eye”. Slender, stiff antennas and anti-gravity conduits protrude perpendicular to the orb’s surface. The number of C.Ps in Ghost's possession are unknown.
Equipment: The exact number and nature of C.P’s modifications are unknown. Confirmed reports include:[list][*]The ability to display images on across the eyepiece.[*]A speaker that Ghost uses to communicate.[*]A small cargo area in the back of the orb[*]A variable strength zap: the ruby-red lightning bolt ranges from a harmless, painful jolt used in irritation, distraction, and Ghost’s amusement; to a decidedly lethal bolt of crispy death. Can be employed to kill and cook small animals for his allies dining “pleasure”.
Ghost himself resides in an unknown location, surrounded by the greatest collection of computer and communications technology on Oddworld. He can and does intercept every transmission on Oddworld; the screens arrayed about him display everything from C.P’s vision to CCTV to primetime television.
Occupation: Communications expert, meddler.
Bio: As someone without a past, identity or name, there is very little to say about Ghost. He could be anywhere in the world, have more than one avatar, and be in contact with any number of sapients. His motives in Meepiluch are unknown.

IC: The trees on a hill in Mudos' wilderness swayed with the breeze. A small, one-legged bird stood on a twig on the outermost branches, eyeing a beetle on an adjacent branch. The swaying of the twig moved the bird all over the place, but it managed to keep its head perfectly still, employing patience beyond that of which most sapients are capable of. Suddenly it fluttered out, darting with tremendous speed through the air, it seized the beetle in its oversized beak and wheeled back to its branch, as satisfied as a bird could be. However, the bird was confused when it encountered not its perch, but a red-shaded doppelganger, imitating it's every move. The security orb C-dot-P issued a wailing sound, thus frightening off the the feathered menace that had been obstructing its vision.
Many miles away, Ghost pressed his hands together as the image of the fledgling town filled the viewscreen.
"Ah, Meepiluch" he said, his voice echoed by the orb. "There you are. Let's see what secrets you hide..."

OOC: That's a pretty cool idea, I like. I presume he won't be too powerful over the place or have too much influence, being basically everywhere at once.

OOC: There will only be one C\dot\P in Meepiluch (unless it is destroyed), and Ghost is reluctant to use its extravagant features due to the power drain, so it is sort of a lazy orb.

OOC: K.
Still waiting patiently for some sort of reply here.
Cliff is going to die of starvation just standing there at thsi rate, if he hasn't done so already :P

Grish had been working long and hard on the elum bag, first he had had to tan it .Then he had to stitch it together so it would hold a fair amount of cargo. But at last he was finished. He packed the elum racksack with about five spooce and a small piece of metal ore. Grish handed his lastest piece of craftswork to the patient paramite. Grish didn't have much experience in stitching but the bag was perfect. Grish said his goodbyes to the paramite and packed up his stall. Grish headed off futher into the town looking for someone who is able to make him a weapon. He also wanted somewhere more comfortable to stay and sell his goods.

IC: Cliff transferred his goods from his old bag to the new one, yelling "Thanks!" to the Mudokon as he walked off. Maybe he would follow later.
Cliff then turned back to the thinking mayor as he awaited a reply.

OOC: I thought Slaveless posted more often than this? He's posted in W@RF...I know he's really busy though, apparently.
Guess I'll just have to wait a bit longer.

OOC: indeed...


IC:


Jackie:

Jackie began walking with the Mudokon and talking at the same time, "Hey, i'll give you 30 Moolah for 30 Spooce, ok?"...

:crying:Oh noes! I killed the RPG!:crying:

OOC: I don't think you killed it...it's everyone else who won't respond so we can't really post. Gak.

OOC: I'm just waiting for something to happen to delay the delivery of the thingy-doo. I told you we'd need 3 months or more... >.>

OOC: Uh...I think this thread kinda died. I'm still interested, but I can't do naught if no one else will respond to me in any way. And a one man RPG is not going to work.

OCC: Do you guys mind if I come in kinda late? If not, that's ok.

I think this is kinda dead.
There is no real such thing as 'joining late'. Just join an RP that's still being posted in regularly, and yur fine.

OOC: Might as well post here for the time being.

IC: Parit rose his eyebrow, at the very hearing that he made his first offer with a villager with realstate. Although, he didn't really sell a house, he might as well help the fella with beilding this caravan. But his proudness was destoryed when his friend introduced the very thought of the guard tower.

He flung his head to face the blurry view of the guard tower. To some, it was the last piece of industerial there was in miles. To him, it wasn't a tower, it was a miltary office. The thing stood straight, as it reminded him of missile. The tower had four automactic moving doors sticking out to show that you could go in. The doors lead up into the center, where inside was the control center and fixed, vertical shelves that held types of ammo and weaponery. All of which was something Parit couldn't stand. When the tower got higher in alitude, the wider and retanglar center broke off, to what seemed like a fire tower house. The fire tower was held by legs attached by the weaponery storage unit part. In fact, you couldn't get in unless you used the ladders on the ground. But inside was Luhead, the Wolvark Parit couldn't stand. And he knew what he was thinking from there.

As he was thinking of all the ways he could insult the tower, he realized that his villager was waiting for him. He hastily ran up to him and stood behind him, so Luhead's sniper couldn't possibly shoot him. He said to him quietly, "Don't mind it, its for yer own protection. Anyway, the houses here is simple. Maybe I could invest one with ya?"
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Luhead tried to fins some sort of patch of skin to shoot the thing (Cliff) down, but couldn't find anywhere of the character that showed. He grumbled and cursed. He didn't have any action since Jovi needed a Bolamite removed from his view. And sat down in his chair and planned to get Parit in trouble for not taking care of Paramite.

OOC: Yay. Hopefully this will revive a bit more. I can't really say much right now for IC, though.
IC: "Oh, that's why it's there. Why sure, you could certainly invest some sort of home with me, thanks."

Now Parit could feel success. He at last found the way to change the mind of a villager to buy one of his houses. Now if only he could get the rest to do so as well....

Parit was about to talk to his friend again, when he remembered the green figure with metal legs say something about selling Spooce. He was curious about this, since this was a non-Spooce friendly place. He quickly raised his hand and declared, "Hey, buddy, I will buy 200 pieces of Spooce for 600 moolah. Is that OK?"

OOC: OK, I do believe it is time for a three month jump. (that rhymed, how funny) So, I just need E'l Scrabino's approval, and we can jump into the future.

OOC: I'm fine with, just in case you need my opinion too.

OOC: How is that supposed to rhyme?

Anyway, why? (Why the three-month jump, I mean)

OOC: So the houses can be built, among other events, I suppose.

I'll join if people would post. Oddfather's seems dead.


You said you needed a good guy at the beggining, well you got it.
Just tell me if you are going to do the jump or not.

Name: Koiron
Species: Steef
Gender: Male
Equipment: Live ammo crossbow, Steef armor, and an axe.
Description: Black fur with huge horns, Long legs, and green eyes.
Backstory: As a young steef, his great great great grandfather witnessed the slaughtering of the grubbs he vowed to protect. Since then him and his descendents travel to pass on their genes and find a purpose. Koiron thinks he just found one...


As the last boombat hit the slippery,wet skin, the glocktogi went down. Koiron had been hunting them for a while, around the lake. But he didn't call it a lake, he called it a swamp, a marsh, a useless puddle. The scars he just got from the beast were nothing compared to his sadness of what happened to the home he never saw. Or to the hatred he had for those damn glukkons...

OOC: This is the deadest RP here. oddfather is still kinda going. I'd want to revive this, but my posts are requiring feedback from others, who aren't giving it anymore.

OOC: If ya need people, I'll join 'cuz I gotta rp here before doing my own topic. If you don't mind, I'll join.



Name: Jaran
Species: Mudonkon (Mudonkin-type)
Gender: asexual
Equipment: Loin cloth, Black Spear
Description: Is generally kinda serious and distant. (example: DBZ's Vegeta).Really hates Industrialls.

Backstory: Jaran is the last descandant of a lost Mudokon tribe called the Mudonkin. While traveling, he arrived at Meepiluch. there, he saw a damaged land, probably done by Industrials. He decided to check it out to be sure.

OOC:I'd need a little reminder of what happens after the 3-month jump, if possible.

...you do realise that this thread is quite dead? Not that I want it to be, but it kind of HAS died. If you're looking for an RP, the only one that's truely active right now is W@RF.

I'd pretty much say that the entire site's dead. Well I'll look into w@rf anyway...

OOC: D'oh don't you dare say that!
The site is not dead!
Not in the least!
:fuzemb:

OOC: Heh, sorry for all of this trouble that has been going around. I just seem to lack ideas of what to do around here. I was sort of waiting for E'l Scrabino to post, but now I really have no idea what to say. I lack ideas since the characters around here aren't doing so much.

So forget all of what I said about the three month jump. Just join in and interact. I will post IC if I get any further ideas. By ideas, I mean reactions to what other characters do.

OOC: I would if there was really anyone else to interact with at this moment in time.