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* |
Halije: *Wakes up*
Thoughts:" Hey! I must be the first one awake!' *Looks around to confirm this, then gets up* |
ooc: I don't know... does a picture fit in an RPG? Anyway...
I didn't know there IS a Cafeteria in Rupture Farms since I got here in AO... :D |
(OOC:Cool Dripik!)
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ooc: Where is everybody??? Come back! Or new RPGers can come too!
*Arnie wakes up* Arnie: *yawn* "Better get up now. Hey, Otto!" *Otto is still sleeping* Arnie: "Otto! Wake up!" Otto: "Huh... What? Oh, it's morning." *they walk out of the Executive Rest Room* *#7 Slig wakes up* #7 Slig: "Morning... Hey, have everyone get back?" *looks around* #7 Slig: "Nobody is around. Well, as long they are in the factory, we are happy... I'm still tired. I think... I'll... continue slee... *falls asleep* |
Ooc: Come on, everybody! Don't forget your precious RPG Forum!
Halije: *Outside the rest room, he notices Arnie and Otto coming* "Hey! Um... ah... Ar... Arnie! and Otto!" |
Arnie: "Hey, Halije! What is it? You got up early this morning."
Otto: "At least someone did." Arnie: "Yeah. Did you see anyone of the employees this morning?" |
[I'm Baaaack!]
((ooc: *tries to sneak in without being noticed...* *gets seen* Uh-oh. Heh, yeah, you're not seeing things-- it's me, it's really me! The (good-for-nothing) Muse is back --hurray!
Anyway, I really do owe you all an apology, I've been away for way too long and I'm sorry about it. I really do feel kinda bad for not being here...and..stuff. O_o So, um, sorry... :fuzblink: )) ((ooc2: You see,--I do have a life, you know :p!)) [::::::::::::::: ic ::::::::::::::::::::] Jammer: *grunts as he raises his head from the pillow to see the time* Mwah... *yawn* ...10:30... I think--I should probably get up... RM: Hurray, the sleeping beauty has awakened. Jammer: Huh?! *eyes the restroom* Jammer: ...What the... --Muse? RM: In here. *Waves from the bathroom* Jammer: Meh... You almost scared me... Hence the word "almost"... *sits up on his bed* RM: *pokes his head through the doorway* Heh--Why thank you, I take that as a compliment. Jammer: ...Whatever... *lights a cig* RM: Did you know that smoking ruins your lungs...*eyes at Jammer-grinning* Jammer: ... *glared at RM* Go f*ck a paramite... RM: Ooh. Someone's grumpy... - *folds his arms across his chest and leans against the bathroom doorway* - Try and get up fast-- we're late. Jammer: Tch. Late from what? Work? RM: Now we're on the same page. Come on-- we still have time to catch some breakfast. Jammer: ... *growls* ...fine... *slips off his bed, landing to the floor with a thud* RM: Good boy. *grins and leaves the room* Jammer: *mumbles under his breath* ---Bastard--- *follows RM out* [:::: at the cafeteria ::::] RM: We made it! Jammer: ...yeah... hurray for food... Let me guess---Scrab legs and water? RM: *grins* Since when did you learn telepathy? Jammer: ...Must be those paramites... RM: Huh? *takes out a tray* Jammer:... forget it. *takes a plate and starts to pile up scrab legs on it* RM: *curiously eyes at Jammer's ever-filling plate* ... I see you're a bit hungry... Jammer: Well--yeah-- I am a fully grown BigBro Slig--military class! RM: * chuckles a bit* I know, I know... *The two slig seat themselves and start to eat-- preparing for the new day ahead* ((ooc: Mein Gott! My time is running out! --heh-- Sorry, I gotta stop typing now or I'll miss my buss! See ya!)) |
ooc: :D :lol: :D That was funny! Welcome back, Muse!
Lucky me that I've found this forum. I didn't know that OWF is working here. :fuzgrin: |
(Ooc: Egad! What have they done to our precious forums??? I thought it would change back! Ah, well, at least I can reply now.)
Halije: 'No, I haven't seen anyone yet. But by those sounds, I think we can assume at least someone is awake and eating all the food in the cafeteria.' |
*#7 Slig wakes up... again*
*yawns* #7 Slig: "Now we're talking. I'm not sleepy anymore. Well, then..." *gets in his pants* #7 Slig: "Hey, I better find the bosses. Bosses? Well, Otto is learning much, so he will be a boss in no time, I think. Anyway, the executives." *walks down to the Cafeteria* #7 Slig: "Here's everybody. Well, at least some of them. Red Muse and Jammer is here. Hey, I think I forgot something about those Scrab Legs... Nah, I guess it's nothing important." *grabs a plate, a Scrab Leg and a bottle of water* #7 Slig: "Hey, Jammer. Muse. Mind if I join you?" |