(OOC: Knugg is manager of the new Rupture Farms Branch Factory of Fine Foreign Foods located on the isle of Gruba....nearly half a world away form mudos. This factory is establishing a foreign food market for Rupture Farms. At the branch factory, the meat is chopped up and then sent to the hub Rupture Farms for packaging and distrabution. The branch factory is now in the early stages, but once it is complete, a train will be built between it and Rupture Farms. I'm just building the story so I can connect it later on.)
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Mud: Uhh ... I work here. Kinda. My name is Dave. I clean the cafe at night and feed slogs.
======================= Skaff arrives at Vladimir's office, accompanied by his valet. Skaff: So, Vlad, what do you think? Are we going to ship this place into shape? Vladimir: Ooh, yes. It sounds to me that very little is being done in the new RuptureFarms. I have a feeling this place needs a tougher manager. You after that Abe guy, you can't trust Mudokons so simply! Skaff: I completely agree! I even have an idea for a new product. Vladimir: Really? What do you have in mind? Skaff: Remember Mollucks plan for profit raising? Mudokon Pops? Vladimir: No way! that's what you have in mind? That's why that Abe guy shut the place down! Skaff: Oh, please. We'll keep it quiet for a while. Maybe run it past Amaral and Arnie. When everything's figured out, then we can move forward. Vladimir: Okay ... but what if the Muds get suspicious? Skaff: You kidding? They're too stupid to figure anything out for themselves! Vladimir and Skaff argue like this for a while before deciding to leave for Amaral's place. |
The new Rupture Farms Branch Factory of Fine Foreign Foods was running smoothly. Everything was right on time and perfect. The train was now being built to connect to the hub Rupture Farms back on Mudos.
Announcement! The Rupture Farms Branch Factory of Fine Foreign Foods is now hiring! Right now, The branch factory is in need of workers. Transfers from the hub Rupture Farms are possible. The pay is high, and each worker gets their own beach hut to live in and all bills are paid for by the company. Work starts at 7:00am and ends at 5:00pm. Janitors and night shift workers are all robots, which each new worker is given one and it is their responsibility. And now each worker gets health insurance and dental plans included as job benefits. -oddguy:fuzcool: |
Bazzril arrives at The Rupture Farms Branch Factory of Fine Foreign Foods, he is greeted by a group of muds who attempt to put a daisy chain around his neck, Bazzaril puts an end to that when he puts a shotgun shell in one of their chests.
Bazzaril: If I wanted flowers I'd go to the flower store damn it! Bazzaril gets aboard the company bus which is crammed with other workers and heads for the factory.... |
ooc: huh, Arnie is in trouble now... :D
Arnie: "OK, there's nothing to see... let's go back into the factory, Otto." Otto: "Yeah, the wind is blowing the smell of death here." Arnie: "Huh?" Otto: "I read a poem earlier... but realy, the smell of dead Paramites is spreading in the air." Arnie: "Oh, I get it. The wind will blow it away in the night." *#7 Slig arrives to Arnie and co.* #7 Slig: "I'm here, boss. But Smudge is somewhere out there. Should we leave him there?" Otto: "I wouldn't worry about him. If he wants to get inside, he gets inside the factory. It's his decision. Those dead Paramites are sure interesting. Maybe he's already collecting them to the recycling place." Arnie: "OK, let's go inside." *turns to the others* Arnie: "You better go inside. You have to sleep." *Arnie and co. go inside to the Executive Office* *#7 Slig goes to the computer* #7 Slig: "It seems you have a message, boss." Arnie: "Message? Let me see." *goes to the computer* Arnie: "Who sent it?" #7 Slig: "A Glukkon Executive of Tastee Treets Bakery called Amaral. He's sending two Glukkon Executives here." |
Bazzaril walks into the lobby of the Factory and walks through a door labelled New Security Staff.
Inside is a short slig behind a desk. Bazzaril: I'm Bazzaril, the Guest Security Manager here.... Slig: That's great my friend! Cigar? *holds out a box* Bazzaril: Thanks Buddy! What's your name? Joe Slig: I'm Joe Slig! (OOC: I'll add his Profile later...) Bazzaril: Ok Joe, DO I get my own Office? Joe: Unfortunatly, you'll have to share with me, the Head of Security... |
Halije: *Reads through the message*
" That's aufuly short notice, isn't it? Shouldn't they ask you first?" |
abezilla and thw are walking around the factoy and then they spot something in the distence
thw:is that a brew machine im thirsty well what am i waiting for thw runs to the machine and on the way he crashs into a team of slogs follwed by a couple of ab out 60million dead scrabs and para mites all on a large trailer and four sligs were on it slig one:oi u there get out of our way the factory needs these dead scrabs and paramites for the new TOP SECRET recipe tfw:sorry for the hold up i apologise ( he hands over a £10 note to the slig)ill go now abezilla:u sligs dont scare me( he gets out a bownarrow and aims for a slig on the trailer die u stupid slig he shoots the slig and it drops dead) tfw:oh my god he stares at the dead slig in shock!!!!! |
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RM trotted down the zulag leading to the cafeteria--he hasn't eaten in a while and the hungryness was taking over. As he entered the large hall, he saw Jammer sitting in one of the tables--obviously eating. RM took a scrab leg and a bottle of water to his tray and walked over to Jammer.
RM:"Mind if I sit here?" Jammer: "Huh?" *looks up at RM* "The hell? You really think I care where you sit your ass down?" RM: "Jammer, I was being polite." *sits down next to Jammer* Jammer: "No need to be polite around me bro." *stuffs his face with food* RM: "That's nice to...hear... ugh! Do you mind! You eat like a dying slog on speed!" *starts to nibble the scrab leg on his plate* Jammer: *eyes at RM* "Are my table manner buggin' thou--pumpkin?" RM: "Yes." Jammer: "Well then, sir all 'n' mighty can go and sit somewhere else if my company is too uncivilized for ya!" RM: "No--wait-- that wasn't what I meant... It's just, that--" *hides his eyes from Jammer* Jammer: *burbs* "--It's about Jayne, isn't it?" RM: "...yeah." Jammer: "Look, I'm sorry bro-- but that's life. If Jayne is needed someplace else and if that's what the Cartel wants, we can't do nothing about it. We are the pawns of the Cartel, Muse-- we have no power over them. " RM: " I know... and that hurts me..." Jammer: *turns to RM* "Whaddaya mean...?" RM: " I mean, ... Jammer, we have a mother that doesn't care for us, we are robbed from your childhood, we are used as security guards and soldiers for whole our lives, we do everything that our glukkon bosses tell us to do and then what? We die! Hurray for the sligs." *glances at Jammer* " We are just toys for the Cartel, Jammer. We have no value--we're like, pupets that those in power use to do their dirty work..." An icy silence hovered around the two sligs. "...Ya ain't no puppet Muse." RM: *looks at Jammer, not breaking the silence* Jammer: "Ye're different from the others Muse. Ya've got a good soul, ya know..." RM: "...Jammer...?" Jammer: " You're one in a million, Muse--keep that in mind. " RM: *smiles faintly* "...Thanks..." Jammer: "Anytime." [::silence::] Jammer: " Hey, Muse-- I've been thinkin',... what did ya actually do before ya came to RuptureFarms?" RM: "...errrrm..." *sweatdrop* Jammer: *raises eyebrow* RM: *closes his eyes--causing visions from his past to flood his mind* "I'd rather not talk about it...---at least not now." Jammer: *shrugs* "Oh-kay..." The two sligs continue to sit in silence... |
Skaff and Vladimir arrive at Amaral's office.
Skaff: Heya, Ames. When do you want us off to RuptureFarms? Amaral: Grr ... Don't call me that! ... Anyways. The I got a message from Mom's representatives. You really shouldn't be here. You should be heading over to RuptureFarms now! Get out of my office! Vladimir: Uhh ... we thought you were coming, too. Amaral: Are you kidding? I couldn't be seen there! It would ruin my reputation! Skaff: (What reputation? You run a friggin bakery, you idiot!) Amaral: Now get moving! Hop the next train to the plant. I've already sent word of your arrival. Get out! Skaff and Vladimir exchanged worried glances. Vladimir: Why such a rush? It's not like the place will fall apart if we don't get there. Amaral: Are you that stupid? Did I not tell you about the shootings? All the lost meat? All the lost moolah?! Get down there and install some serious authority!! Forget about what Arnie thinks! Move in and kick some a**! Vladimir and Skaff nodded. Both: Yessir. And they left. ================ Dave followed everyone inside. He made a beeline for the cafeteria as they passed it. Following the bigbro and the old slig would be alright. He went over the the vendo and got some water. He put it in his satchel and went over to the broom closet. Getting his tristy mop and bucket, he went back to the stockyards to help clean up. |
Name: Joe Slig
Species: Slig Gender: Male Age: 19 Position: Bazzaril Is in charge of the security of any guests to Rupture Farms. He takes his job seriously, and you'll never find him with an unloaded, Shotgun. Story: Bazzaril Has been a slig guard for as long as he can remember. He enjoys his job greatly, and has no problem carrying out any order, except for "retreat"! Personality: Bazzaril is a tough cookie, he's not going to give in easily to anything so if you start an argument with him, don't expcet it to be short. Bazzaril, is not a very sociable slig and hates the company of others... Appearance: Bazzaril looks like any other Slig except for the fact that he has a large red Mark across his back in the shapr of a circle, any quips about it being a bullseye usually result in a happy Bazzaril and the person who made the bullseye remark unconcious |
(OOC: add's profile for Joe Slig)
Name: Joe Slig Species: Slig Gender: Male Age: 23 Position:Joe is head of Security at the Rupture Farms Branch Factory of Fine Foreign Foods. Story: Joe joined the Security force at RF when he was a lad, since then he's risen the ranks Personality: Joe is a great person, if you're nice to him, if you're mean, don't be prepared to live the night... Appearance: Joe is average height for a Slig, he has a huge scar down his side from a vicious fight with a Scrab on his first day. |
Knugg was pulled out of his office by a slig.
Knugg: Whaddya want dammit?! I was playin' solitaire! Slig: Sorry sir, I have just been informed that the workers for the factory are here and Fud TV and M.O.M. have their reporters here. They're all waiting for you to give the Grand Opening speach and cut the ribbon with those big scisor things. Knugg: Oh yeah. I completely forgot about that. Thanks...ummmm whoever you are. Knugg stepped outside to see a huge crowd and they all cheered for him. Knugg stepped over to the microphone, Knugg: Shut-up! Your stupid cheering is makin' my ears explode! The crowd fell silent. Knugg: Today is a special day. Today the first RF Branch of Fine Foreign Foods is established. I bet you're all dying to take the tour of the magnificent factory, so without futher delay *grabs big scisors and cuts the big red ribbon* I declare the RF Branch now officially open! Everyone clapped, but Knugg gave em' another look, so they all stopped, except for an old mud in the front who couldn't hear what Knugg said, so Knugg pulled out his gun and shot him. Knugg: Let's take a tour of the factory shall we? |
(OOC: Bazzaril, shall henceforth be known as Baz)
Baz and a team of Sligs, including Joe, are acompanying the tour of the Factory. As the tour reaches the mini-Barracks, an announcement comes over the tannoy. A whinny, irritating droney mud's voice comes out. Tannoy: Day shift ending, all Night staff report to your posts... Baz and Joe walk off towards the Canteen, upon a black board, the words "Todays Special: Elum Chubs" are written in badly formed chalk letters. Joe: Elm Chubs! Great! Joe and Baz join a long line, they wait in line for two minutes before another announcement come over the Tannoy. Tannoy: At 7:00 Pm this evening, there will be an introductory meeting for all new staff, any non-essential personel not reported as being there will be fired or shot, depending Knugg's mood |
Arnie: "Yes, they should ask, Halije. That's strange. Who does this Vladimir guy think I am? Some kind of hotel manager? "If you want, you can come here without asking"? That's not in our advertisement!"
#7 Slig: "That's the spirit, boss!" Arnie: "Spirit? Ghost? Where?" *looks around nervously* *#7 Slig whispers to Otto* #7 Slig: "He's a bit tired, I think." Otto: "Got that right." *#7 goes to Arnie* #7 Slig: "You better go and sleep, boss. You look (and sound) tired." Arnie: "Yeah, good idea. G'night." *goes to Executive Rest Room and jumps into a bed* Otto: "I'll go too, #7 Slig. Night!" #7 Slig: "Night, Otto. I'll go to Stockyards and check on the others." |
(ooc: uhh ... Amaral said in my last post that he was told by Mom--as in the big bosses of the Cartel--that he was to send some people over to take care of the issues at RF. doesn't Mom's orders override what Arnie wants? just filling you in)
(ooc: P.S. Frye is Skaff's slig valet. Burr is Vladimirs.) Skaff and Vladimir board the train, accompianed as always by their slig valets. They talk about their plans for RF during the trip. Skaff: Anyways, Amaral has no business bossing us around! He's so much younger than us! Vladimir: Yes, but don't forget he is a Big Cheese. We gotta do what he says. Skaff: Sure, you do! You're a Wanna-Be! I'm a Big Cheese, too! And I'm thirty years his elder! I think I know when I'm getting a raw deal. Vladimir: Calm down. Think of the glory. Think of the luxury. Think of the fame. Think of ... the moolah. Skaff: Ahh ... moolah. My only friend. Frye! My cigar! Frye produced a cigar from his baggage, gave it to Skaff, and lit it. Inhaling deeply, Skaff pictured his new fabulous life as RuptureFarms' new CEO. ======================= Dave reaches the stockyards. Alone. Dave: Another long night. He begins to mop up bits and pieces of bodies. Soon he will need shovels, and wheelbarrows. At least to clean the place up. Whether or not to recycle it or save the meat was up to Arnie, though. Dave did not want to piss off Arnie. He was terrified of the sligs that hung around him. Just then Dave saw something that made his flesh crawl. A young mudokon girl huddled up, crying near a badly wounded slog. She looked up at Dave, who cringed. He recognized her (barely) as Ammy (ooc: i know RM dropped her, I think I may pick her up). Her eyes were blank. Tears ran in rivers down her face. Ammy: *sniffle* Will my little Adrian be okay? Dave: (Does she mean the slog?) Ooh, I dunno. Slogs can't take that much abuse without dying. Ammy: But you hafta help him! He's hurt. I've seen you! You feed the slogs! You clean them! You can help! Dave: Look, Ammy, there's very little I can do. Maybe I can pull the bullet out, but I've got no anisthetic ... he might die from blood loss if I try it ... Ammy: It wasn't a gun! It was a paramite! Dave: Uhh ... oh no. I don't know ... If Aurthur-- Ammy: --Adrian!! Dave: Adrian. Sorry. If Adrian was a bit smaller I might be able to stitch up the wound ... (Oh, what the hell?) Ammy! Run back to the rest room and find some needles and rip off the edges of a mattress. Ammy: Why? What do y--? Dave: If you want me to save Adrian, just go do it! Ammy leapt up and bolted back accross the stoclyards. Dave found himself examining her ... then he got a hold of himself. Dave: Dude! She's only a kid. Knock it off! Keep the blood down. Dave pressed on the wound to try and slow the blood ..... (ooc: RM i hope you don't mind that I took over on Ammy ... you decided to drop her ... but I wanted to keep her in! :fuzzle:) |
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Halije: *Walking(Or tiptoing, depending on your prefered method of manual travel) to the Executived restroom*
Thoughts: 'Why would they send two executives here? Why didn't they ask? And most of all...' *Shudders* Thoughts: 'do they have higher status than me?' *Enters the restroom, and gets into a bed. Then starts sleeping.* |
Dave hears the BigBro. He shuddered. He was absolutely terrified.
Dave: I-I-I-I found a l-l-little g-g-girl--A-Ammy. Her little s-s-slog w-was at-attacked by a p-p-paramite. I'm g-gonna try to stitch it u-up. I sent her t-to g-g-g-get some s-supplies. |
The press had finally left and the tour of the factory was over. Knugg was tired and was walking to his room to get some shut-eye, but he was stopped in the hallway by an Interm
Intern: Sir, you are needed in the meeting room. All the new staff is waiting there for you to address them. Knugg: Alright....I'm going. Knugg grabbed an electric scooter leaning against a nearby cubicle and sped off to the meeting room. When he arrived, the meeting room was crammed full of sligs, muds, interns, vykkers and steefs. Knugg steeped over to the microphone. Knugg: Welcome to the RF Branch Factory of Fine Foreign Foods. You all are going to love your job here. I know most of you guys have been transfered from Rupture Farms, so I'll be expecting you experienced ones to teach the noobs. Blah, blah, blah.....you guys know what you're doing. Anyway, this meeting is actually to discuss a minor problem I need taken care of. Now, this problem has been going on for the past few weeks. Someone has been going into the stockyards on random nights and releasing some of the animals. I believe it was an inside job, so whoever can find the person responsible for this and gives me evidence will get some high position thingy. Okay, I'm done. Get to work! -oddguy :fuzcool: |
Joe: Why the hell would they want to steal Wildlife?
Baz: Who cares? Joe: But, we are the security Managers, why wern't we infomed? Baz and Joe walk back to their room. When they get in, Baz starts to clean his shotgun with a kit he keeps under his bed. Joe starts to smoke a cigar. A few minutes Later there is a large clang! from the stockrooms, Joe and Baz immediatly get up and run to the stockrooms. |
Knugg had just turned the light out and gotten into bed.
Knugg: *thinking* Finally, some peace and quiet. Just then an alarm sounded from the stockrooms. Knugg: Dammit! I can't get any sleep in this place! Knugg reluctantly got out of bed to see what the trouble was. He stepped into the hallway and saw many gaurds and workers running around. Knugg: Somebody! Tell me what the hell is going on! Knugg grabbed a mudokon running past him. Knugg: Hey you! I need an update! What's going on with the stockyards?! Mudokon: Whaddya tink?! More aminals beeeen set loosa......yeah! Knugg: How many lost? Mudokon: Loosin' mo by da minute! Them gates haven't beeen shuta yet! Oh mon mah feet hurt! Do yo feet hut? Oh wait, your a slig, of couse they don't- you got them fany pancy tingies!! The mudokon kept rambling on as Knugg pushed him aside to go to the stockyards himself. Knugg got to the stockyards' main control room to see what was going on. Many sligs were clicking away at the keyboards and moaning. Knugg: What's wrong? Knugg asked a slig. Slig: Somebody hacked the system and locked us out! All my passwords aren't working! If we don't shut the gates soon, all the animals will be gone! Knugg punched the slig right in the face. Knugg: Well! Do something! And send all the gaurds out to retrive the animals! Now! Slig: Damn! What's up your ass?! I allready sent out the gaurds to bring back the animals 15 minute ago! Knugg pulled out his gun. Knugg: Nobody talks to me like that! Slig: Go ahead shoot me! You'll just be loosing the best computer guy you got! Shoot me like you shoot everybody else! Pretty soon ya won't have anyone to run your little business and you'll be all alone! Knugg was shocked at how fearless the slig was. It intruiged him. He lowered his weapon. Knugg: Get back to work. -oddguy:fuzcool: |
Ammy reached the Rest room and unceremoniously ripped the edging off of the nearest mattress. Then she went to her pillow and reached underneath to produce random bric-a-brac. A hammer, a ball of thread, some staples ... and two silver needles.
Ammy: Yes! Just hold on, Adrian! She runs back to the stockyards. ========== Dave: S-so... i-is there anything I-I can do, M-Mr. Jammer? ========== Skaf and Vladimir arrive at FeeCo Depot. Vladimir: Burr! Bring a phone. No one is here to greet us. This RuptureFarms place better have a good excuse for not meeting us here. Did we not take a train here? Did we not send word? How much time do we need to give them to put together some kind of welcome committee? Skaff: Ugh. Vlad, you are sounding a little much like Ames. Vladimir: Don't call me Vlad! And maybe I'm just ... getting into the idea. Ah, screw it. Burr! Hail a taxi! I don't feel like walking. Burr: Sure, boss. ========== ooc: For those of you who cant tell .... Vladimir, Skaff, and Amaral are supposed to be hardcore gluks. No task too great for moolah. They don't care much for permission to do anything. They want to bring back the old managing style of RF--only worse! |
Ammy saw Jammer looming over the frail mud--Dave. She scurryed over to Dave, and forced herself into his grasp. She decided to adopt him as her older brother. Probably because he was so willing to help Adrian. Just like a good brother would!
Ammy: *whispers* I got some needles and stitching, Davey.... Dave ignored the "Davey." Dave: Thank you, Am-Am-Ammy. B-but Jammer was going t-to ask m-m-me something. |
*#7 Slig goes out to Stockyards*
#7 Slig: "Hey, there's someone. I can't see, it's dark - better check it out." *goes closer* #7 Slig: "Oh, it's Jammer, Ammy and... uh..." *looks at Dave* #7 Slig: "Well, I've never seen you around here. You must be a new Mudokon worker here. Hey, what's that thing on the ground?" *goes closer* #7 Slig: "Hey, it's that Slog... Your Slog, Ammy. I can see he's injured. You better take him inside. It's getting cold." |
Dave notices #7 Slig.
Dave: Uhh ... sir, I was going to stitch up Adrian's wound first. I'll see to it that he gets inside afterward. Then I'll be back out here to clean up. ============= The taxi with Skaff, Vladimir, and their valets reaches the gates of RuptureFarms. |
Hey! Someone had beter reply to this thread soon!
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I would, but *sniff* I have nothing to reply to! :fuzsad:
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*#7 Slig is still out at Stockyards*
#7 Slig: "Well, I think I should go inside. All those animals killed... only their spirits could harm... yeah right... I'm getting tired too. They're..." *yawns* #7 Slig: "...safe here." *goes inside the factory and walks near the Cafeteria* #7 Slig: "Hmm... Maybe a little snack before sleep." *goes inside* #7 Slig: "Yum. Scrab Leg." *grabs one and sniffs it* #7 Slig: "Yuck! What's with this? It was good at lunch. Maybe the spirits of the killed animals cursed the meat... Uh, no. We should set a Mudokon to work in the Cafeteria. I'll tell that to the boss tomorrow. Maybe Adrian will like this Scrab Leg. I'll bring it to him. I wonder how he is." *#7 Slig goes to Rest Room* #7 Slig: "Here's where Adrian usually sleeps. Well, the Mudokons haven't arrived back with him yet. I'll just put it here." *puts the Scrab leg down the floor* #7 Slig: "Now then. I'm soo sleepy. I would collapse if these legs weren't mechanical." *#7 Slig fights for every step to his bed* #7 Slig: "Huh, I'm exhausted. G'night!" *falls into the bed and falls asleep immediately* ooc: Come on, people! Let's continue the story! |
Yeah! We can't let it fall like... like...
well, like just about any other MRPG ever in this RPG section. |
THIS RPG MUST NOT FALL!
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Dave quickly used the matress lining to stitch together the gaping wound on Adrian's side. Adrian continued to wimper, but seemed more and more resigned to being operated on.
Dave: (Man ... I'd better not mess this up. Too many are watching me.) Ammy: Hurry, Mister! ==================== Amaral sat in his office, waiting for the fone to ring. Vladimir was supposed to call when he got in. But it wasn't ringing.... ==================== Skaff was getting annoyed. Skaff: Argh! Frye! Shoot open the gate! We're going in. Vladimir: Whoa, Skaff. We've only been out here for four minutes. Don't lose-- Burr shot at the padlocks, and the gate easily swung open. Vladimir: --patience. Screw it. They strolled through the front gate and up to the front door of the complex. They walked in as if they owned the place, and walked up to the front desk. Frye rang the service bell ... and they waited for service. ==================== The writer of this chapter sat at his computer. David: I wonder where everyone who used to reply to this rpg have disappeared to. He clicked on the "Submit Reply" button, and hoped for the best. |
Hooray Dave!
Thank you for you considerate post! Everybody else should follow his example, and post! |
Yes, post more. make more threads. This forum is dieing, and a dead forum is no fun for anyone, especially me as I have to clean up all the crapped up threads.
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ooc: hey, hey, no need to delete this one. The members will post, I'm sure they have more important things than replying here, like school, work etc. But I will stay here! By the way, you forgot the "ooc's"... :D
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OCC: You're right dripik, I have lots of coursework at the moment, and am struggling to keep on top of it, so that's why I'm fizzling away. Come on guys, don't forget the RPG forum!
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I don't want to see the forums die out either. But I haven't had a reason to post since both my characters were wildlife. Maybe I should make an Industrial character. I'll see if I can think of one.
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ooc: Maybe starting the next day would make people continue
***THE NEXT DAY*** *#7 Slig wakes up* #7 Slig: "*yawn* I needed that sleep. I was soo tired. Let's see where the boss is." *gets up* |