OOC: Whee! Time to post again at the legendary RPG! Of course, I would make a re-introduction, but I will try this time not to make such a huge post…

New members: I did not come from nowhere. My characters have been here since version 5, 6, and 7. They are where they are supposed to be.

May I just ask: Why would anyone try to perform surgery on an animal when they are in MEAT plant?

P.S. Remember, try.

Also, sorry for my absence. I just was lacking inspiration. Hopefully, PV can post again now that his character needs to be distracted from Dek.

Gappiqu will not be in this post.

IC:

Agent the female Slig had not also awakened Christina the new doctor in the Laboratory and Krett, the unemployed Mudokon. There was another trained doctor inside the Laboratory who was expecting some sort disruption since an hour ago. His name was Slap, the first doctor employed under Dek, the head doctor, and he had awoken as if this was nothing new.

The Intern’s face blotted up with one half lidded eye, which represented his lack of sleep, and the other with full attentiveness. Slap moved his arm which contained almost a purplish pigment from the wall’s lights to go toward a clock. This clock was manufactured in such a way that was an alarm clock. The clock counted off every millisecond that went by, and found how much time the user had left to wait for something. With its awkward, twisted arms that flowed around the whole cubic clock, with four of its six sides actually having arms to count different units of time, it truly came from Oddworld, which fitted very well with the bizarre factory. One of the sides had a placement for how much time was actually left in words. This was Slap’s second time using it in his entire timeline of working at Rupture Farms. The first was for counting how much time some metal had left to melt. This time was to count off how much time his shift was. Slap’s spidery fingers turned off the timer and got up.

Slap had been working with Chris yesterday in finding out what kind of blood transfusion the Slig Agent needed. Needless to say, it was a success. Afterwards, he had worked with Molt, who apparently was a patient that needed a diagnosis for his unknown attack on his body that nearly killed him. Slap came down to a conclusion after 2-3 hours. Molt possessed a strange energy inside of him that flowed throughout his nervous system. Slap had little understanding of this energy, but it seemed to be related to Spooce. The energy also posed a threat to Molt’s entire body. The energy (which seemed inactive and almost un-noticed on X-Rays of Molt a few days ago) yesterday proved that it could attack Molt’s body and cause either an explosion, or cause every organ to shut down. Slap had no explanation why he did not see it before. Something activated the energy to make a threat on Molt’s body. Slap hoped to send Molt’s body to a nearby Laboratory to be officially diagnosed with what this energy is from.



In any normal medical facility, after a patient had surgery, there would be nurses to check on the patient overnight. The medical staff consisted of four doctors, all of which were not assigned to do nurse work. One doctor named Praetyre had taken the night off yesterday, leaving three or two left to work. However, Dek was also out at the time of Molt’s and Agent’s surgery, leaving only Christina, a new Vykker who was not yet hired and Slap, the Intern who desperately needed some sort of decent sleep. With blood transfusions and diagnoses going on, most of the night was spent awake for Slap. And with no nurses, Slap and Christina had to check on the patients (Dek and Arthur, (another Slig) checked on a Meech in the laboratory). Slap used the clock to count down every thirty minutes, so he could know when his shift of being asleep and awake ended. In other words, it was not an easy night for Slap.

The under-slept Intern rose from his chair and looked around in the small, glass room. Several monitors were humming, along with organ monitors that checked for vitality levels. The nearly mechanical Slig (Slap slept in the same room as Molt) was still in a coma, due to his condition. The energy levels were non-threatening, but due to Molt’s coma, it would take a while for Molt to awake. The only thing until Molt can be examined by a Vykker, who is in the field of understanding why the energy levels were so high in Molt, was to make sure nothing harmful was happening. Molt breathed regularly on his furnished seat, but his heart rate was low. Most of his other organs were not responding, such as his most of his disable nervous system. IV tubes connected to Molt’s arm, making sure he had some sort of energy left in him. Several wires were going into his metal to check his inner organs. As usual, nothing drastic happened over the past thirty minutes.

Slap checked Molt for another ten minutes, making sure that nothing else was wrong with him. The worried Intern relieved himself when nothing else unusual was happening to Molt. Using his spidery fingers, he grabbed onto his laptop that he always carried (due to muteness, Slap needed a laptop to type down his thoughts) and pushed the door open.

The humming stopped and the Intern was struck with sound from the Laboratory. (The glass walls are soundproof) A screech from an area closer to the door in the Laboratory burst into Slap’s ears, producing a shocking effect into Slap. The screech was nothing Slap had heard before. It sounded as if it came from a wild creature, which shouldn’t even be in the Laboratory. Panic rose into Slap, fearing what could be in the Laboratory and what it could do to the Inhabitants in the Laboratory.

Moving hastily, the concern doctor entered the area that emitted the sound. Before him was an unconscious Chris, an unconscious Mudokon (Krett), and another creature, which Slap would know as a Paramite (Beetlroot). It was bleeding badly, but it still looked like it could pose a threat. In such a situation, the doctor would calm the patient and check for injuries. Yet this could not be the case. Slap neither knew how to heal the injuries, nor did he know if it was right to save the Paramite. No matter how much he hated himself for thinking this, Slap believed that the Paramite should be put down after inspection. This was, in fact, a wild creature that was cut up for tasty treats and this was the place to do it.

The Intern knew little of what to expect from a Paramite, but he knew one thing from animal control classes at the medical school; Paramites only attack in groups. The Intern knew that it would also not attack him if he approached it, which eliminated a couple of options. The Intern had to act fast, and knew a couple of options he could try. The first one was to call another doctor to grab a Snuzi (he himself had no ability to shoot a gun) and knock out the Paramite. The other option was put anesthetic medicine into a raw piece of meat and feed it to the Paramite. Glancing to his side, the worried Intern realized he could try and use the first method.

Praetyre was right there, with Dek in plain sight. He was probably unaware of the crucial situation, since he was busy waking up Dek. Slap felt that if Praetyre had a powerful Snuzi, he could perhaps deal with the knocking out the Paramite while he checked for patients. Slap slowly and carefully walked over to Praetyre to not disturb the Paramite. He tapped Praetyre on the shoulder and silently typed down onto his computer screen,

“Good morning Praetyre. I would love to inform you of what was accomplished last night while you took a break, but other things are at stake. Apparently, a Paramite found itself here into the Laboratory, is bleeding, and I’m not sure if the patients are okay. Since you are the only one awake in the Laboratory that knows how to handle a Snuzi, I was wondering if you could knock out the Paramite while I make a head count. Then, we could exterminate the Paramite and have a Mudokon butcher it. I just need your comprehension of the task,”

Slap’s side view vision caught onto something after he finished typing it. Two things had changed. First off, the unconscious Mudokon had woken up and left the Laboratory. Slap wondered if he was in there for a reason. Second, Slap realized that the Paramite was unconscious at the moment. Slap turned back to Praetyre and typed down,

“Lucky us, the job of knocking out the injured creature just got easier. It already is unconscious, but we to make sure it won’t wake up while we check for any damage that could harm how much meat it can supply.

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The ray of artificial light shone on a female Mudokon’s head, which was peacefully slept in her bed. Her eyes peeked open, to figure out what was going on. It was morning, and she thought most of the staff was out of the R+R. She stretched under the covers, and tore the covers off. She had to admit, she was impressed she was even able to feel awake. The whole night, she twisted and turned and sometimes awoke several times in the night.

Kid’s disturbance lied in the yesterday’s events. Yesterday, she had not woken up early enough to protect her friend Anni from a tragic encounter with another Slig. This Slig had shot her twice, almost resulting in a death. Kix never forgave herself for letting Anni be so damaged, nor did she forgave herself for bringing Anni before a Vykker. Kix wondered during the night if Anni was okay and if she was going to feel all right in the morning. She constantly awoke in her bed, looking at Anni in the night to assure herself that she was feeling all right. These thoughts also disturbed her in the day while she fixed up an electric watering pipe into Anni’s garden. Kix just was never sure of her friend’s health at any time.

In the middle of the night, she saw that Jim, another one of her friends, had been checking up on Anni. Assured that everything was well, Kix finally found herself enough courage to fall asleep without fear that her best friend may be endangered.

The Mudokon looked to her side realizing that both Jim and Anni had left the R+R. Kix wondered where her friends might be. She removed herself from the bed and checked the room. All she could see was a few Sligs (Jutt, Jatt, Scarface, and Arrack) and an Intern (Domino) watching television, and maybe six other Mudokons (Jacob, Joel, Mike, Matthew, Sam, and Dean). No Jim or Anni was in sight. They probably left for reasons unknown to her. She figured she might as well wake up Dean, since he would be confused when he does wake up.

She went over to Dean and shook him while whispering, “Dean, wake up. Dean, wake up now,”

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As a Scrub began to awake to find himself on a metal floor, he heard distant and familiar voices. They were of his brothers, Anthony and Noah, speaking above him.

“Hey! Noah, look at ‘is eyes! They’re flickerin’ opan!”

“Yeah, I thin’ I see ‘em too! Nah, wait, his eyes ar’ goin’ back down…”

“Damn, I fought he was wakin’ up…”

“Poor bro. I haven’t seen ‘im in so much pain since he was beatin’…”

“Beatin’? Which time?”

“I believe it was da time where we did a prank on Joel…”

“Oh yeah! That was hilraious! But which time?”

“I believe it was the fourth… Or maybe the fifth…”

“For some reason, Joel all ways freaked out whenever we threw rocks at his port-a-potty…”

“Ah yeah… Wat was our punishment?”

“For Abusin’ use of a Crappin’ Facility and Attempted Assalt on another employee,”

“Oh that just cracks me… Wait a minut’!”

“He’s wakin’ up again!”

Isaac was giggling a little after hearing his brothers talk about a prank on Joel. He found himself awake and looking into his brothers’ eyes. Apparently, they brought were into Production and Packaging section of Rupture Farms. Just beyond his head lied a security catwalk that any Slig could patrol on. He was just at the entrance of the Production and Packaging area. He tried to remember what had happened yesterday. A gunfight… A few employees down…. Wildlife loose in the factory… A stuck up, over-dressed Mudokon… A Paramite that could speak… A native… A few other Mudokons… A Meech… A sting in his arm after being watched over a pinkish Vykker… A huge Mudokon… Some work here and there… There was nothing about staying in the Production and Packaging area overnight. He wondered why he was he was even in this situation.

He looked at Anthony who was staring at him and looked puzzled and concerned. His brother asked, “Man, are ya all right?”

Isaac did realize at that point, his bones ached like he had just been attacked on the inside. He didn’t know why, but just being on the ground threw a huge pain into his back. He groaned again and said, “I don’t know. My bones really ache…”

Noah cut him off saying in a worried tone, “Yer were screamin’ in the night… We didn’t know if yer were in pain or somethin’ else. Bad dreams, maybe…”

Isaac grew horrified. In the night, he had dreamed that he was being cooked alive. He only knew that Sam would get dreams of trying to escape from Big Bros and would scream in the night. But why would he have a similar problem. He responded, “I remember dreaming that I was in a pot of boiling water… And screaming for you guys to come….”

Noah replied fearfully, “Is that why you were screamin’ bloody murder when you fell asleep? You seemed ta do it fer quite sometime…”

“Oh… Well, it just wouldn’t stop…”

“Why would ya dream of such a fing?”

“Well, I don’t know. I’m just in a whole lot pain now…”

Noah and Anthony looked at each other troubled. They were really concern of their brother who was dreaming of pain and was in pain. What had happened?

Noah looked back at Isaac and said to him, “Well, let’s see if yer any better in a while. For the meantime, let’s catch some breakfast. Maybe we’ll catch up wif our other bros…”

“Seems good to me. But can ya two help me up? I can’t really move that well…”

Anthony and Noah nodded in reply. They would do anything for their brother. They scooped Isaac by the arms and lifted his arms around their shoulders. It was then when they both became extremely shocked. Isaac was red all over his back where ankles, shoulders and left eyebrow were. He also was somehow maybe half a foot taller than he was when they first entered Rupture Farms about three days ago. They couldn’t notice these kinds of changes before… Why was Isaac suddenly so much different?

Anthony was the first to say, “Oh my Odd, Isaac, ya look like ya just came back from a stretchin’ torture chambar!”

Isaac looked down to Anthony and replied a little shocked like, “Why, wat’s wrong….”

It dawned on Isaac then what was happening. He never looked down on Anthony. This was not good, not good at all. He gulped, curious on what had just happened. Isaac darkly said to Anthony, “What else happened to me overnight?”

“You look like you were beaten on the head, legs, and back! What the Odd happened?”

“I don’t know! This place is startin’ to spread its freaky on me!”

“Did ya eat somethin’ weird yesterday?”

Isaac thought back again, and tried to remember the last thing he ate. It was a Paramite Pie, he believed. That could have something to do with it… Then again, the others would have something similar happening to them as well. So that couldn’t be it. Did he get a disease that the others didn’t? He remembered interacting with a Paramite… Maybe he got something from her. Isaac thought to himself, “If she had anything to do with it, I will kill her. I really will.”

Isaac tried to think how he would deal with this. Maybe he could tell the other Mudokons involved. That would solve a few things or two. It could be possible that they knew something about what happened to him. Maybe he could ask the veterans if they knew of such a disease.

Isaac replied, “Maybe I just caught some odd verus (virus). I’ll look into it. Now, let’s get ourselves some food.”

The other two, highly concerned, agreed and started to move Isaac outside into the corridor.

OOC: I got unused of the extensiveness of your posts, Slaveless. Nonetheless, welcome back.

Hmm, time to reply again, I guess...

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Rick withdrew his hand as Dionysia took the Scrab Leg he offered to her. After a moment of silence, she asked him a question. "So you get on well with the boss, huh?"

"Like I had much business with him..." said Rick, grinning a bit. "But I can't say that I'm much trouble to him. Actually, he might have thought of me in a good manner, me, being the cook and all..." Then he remembered. "Well, of course, that changed this morning... but I'll surely find something constructive to do."

As he took bites from his Scrab Leg, a female Mudokon approached them and cleared her throat, which Dionysia commented in a pretty unusual manner. But Rick only took another large bite. He'd rather not get involved into things which didn't necessarily concern him.

As he chew on his breakfast, another Mudokon - this time, a male - came up to them. Before Rick could show any sign of greeting, the Mudokon snorted, spat in his hand and offered it to Rick. Just one glance at the gesture was enough for Rick to lose his appetite. "For crying out loud!" he thought, holding his free fist tight to his mouth, while looking at the opposite wall, trying to distract his 'inner eye'. "Why do these kind of things always happen when I'm trying to eat?"

When he calmed down a bit, he tapped the back of the Mudokon's outstretched hand with his fist as an alternative greeting. "Hey there. Hope you don't mind, but I'm not used to these greetings. I'm Rick, by the way."

IC: Silph followed the blood trail, and came upon a lab of some sort...he saw what the trail of blood lead to, a Paramite. An intruder. Was it dead, though, or unoncious. it breathed slowly. He grabbed it by the nape of the neck and lifted it up. He saw an Intern nearby "Should I finish off the intruder?"

Slash nodded, and followed his directions to the lab. At the end of a trail of blood was a Luskan, holding a wounded Paramite. Slash assumed the Paramite had emitted the sound, but it must be a wild creature that had got into the lab. had the Luskan done that to the Paramite? It must be mad. Out of confusion, Slash aimed his gun at both.

Silph saw the Flying Slig "Hey, wass yer problem?"

Slash shook his head "Er...nothing" he reaimed the gun at the Paramite. It may be playing dead. It could strike at any minute, though the Luskan seemed to have it under control. He waited to see what would happen next.

Sturg watched the Slig fly past quickly. Trouble. He obviously didn't want to get into more of that. He went in the opposite direction...straight into the cafeteria. He freaked, and screeched before collecting himself and reversing out. He decided to head back for the lab, but then heard commotion, and saw blood ahead. He watched from a distance down the corridor.

Ic: Jerr looked at the creature whom he had no idea what was. It seemed to be next to the paramite."I'm sure it's playing dead. It did that in the lab. It just screeched out."Jerr said assuringly. 'I'm really hungry now...' He thought glumly. "Either we put it somewhere else or fix it up and put it in the stockyards. Now who is going to clean up this mess?!" Jerr said grouchily. He was in a terrible mood.'But this is going to go great in my report.' Jerr reminded himself. Who knows? Maybe he would get a bigger and better shotgun.
Ooc: Is grouchily a word?

ooc: Yes.

Great to see you back Slaveless, though as Dripik observed, that isn't want I'd call a short post :p
Hope to see more of Gappiqu as well soon. MM has been absent for a while so I don't kniw if you'll get much response from Dean.
Carnix, it's called 'Dek's Lab'. Not Dex's Lab.

IC:
Jim came up the stairs and reached the R+R. He entered, looked around, noticed Kix was up and without really thinking he asked, "Hey Kix, has Anni been in here?"
it occured to him a second later that firstly if she had she probably wouldn't have left without Kix, and secondly that he'd just announced to the world that he'd lost her when he was supposed to be looking after her. He added quickly, "Cus we were just down in the cafeteria and she suddenly freaked out and ran off. I thought she might have come back here."

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A train pulled into the Rupture Farms station and an elderly vykker stepped down.
Krik looked around, feeling slightly disgruntled an, though he'd never admit it, slightly nervous about meeting Dionysia after she lost her temper so severely with his last time he was here. He'd made up his mind to keep an eye open for that troublemaker, Gappiqu, and get revenge on Dion for it (not that he'd let her know. He still needed her to be compliant).
It was early morning still, so he headed down to the cafeteria, thinking that if she wasn't in there getting breakfast then she soon would be.

OOC: Whoops, I've missed a bit :P

IC:

Ralph was relieved to see Anni seemed to accept his excuse easily. He was still watching the mudokon Doe when he suddenly seemed to feel something strange nearby. He turned to Anni again just as she suddenly jerked and Jim asked her "Are you ok?"
"Fine, I have a headache" came the reply.

Ralph could barely remember what a headache was, but he glanced at Jim, thinking Fine AND she has a headache?

Before he could say anything, though, she hurriedly stood up, knocking her chair over and rushed out of the room. Jim went rushing after her and Ralph was about to follow, but then he noticed the other mudokon he'd disliked the look of (Doe) moving up to where a dark female mudokon was talking with some others. He listened to Doe speaking, then turned away in disgust. He could still sense what he'd felt from Anni before, so following it he started heading towards the exit to the stockyards.

As he came down the passageway, however, he saw a vykker (Krik) heading the opposite way, apparently having just come from the train station. He was annoyed, if he'd known the vykker was coming he would've kept away until he'd gone past, but now the vykker would've seen him so he'd just have to keep going past, much as he despised them. He paused for a moment, then, making no effort to hide it, he moved as far away as he could from the vykker and carried on walking past.

I want to join

Name: James
Race: Slig
Gender: Male
Age: 19 years (Oddworld years)
Appearance: Just like a regular slig. but he has a mechanical pants with 4 legs to increase his running speed.
Personality: He's never asleep on his job, because there's a chip in his pants wich gives a electric shock if he falls asleep. He loves to work and he doesnt like to be disturbed during his work.
Equipment: A mechanical pants with 4 legs, and a regular gun
History: As a little slig, he always liked factorys like Soulstorm Brewery and Rupture farms. But James didnt had much friends and his youth was very bad, because one of his best friends died on his birthday, because of a mudokon explosive ring. In his teen years he studied with vykkers, and he learned much of them.then he invented the 4 leg mechanical pants. When he was 15, he wanted to work in Rupture Farms. But Mullock didnt want him, because he didnt want to harm mudokons. When Rupture farms was destroyed, he didnt want to work in there anymore becaause he was scared of being not accepted again. When he was the early age of 19, he tried again to work in rupture farms, and he hope's he'll get accepted this time.

IC:James entered rupture farms and he said: The fresh smell of work mmmm..(He live's quite close to the factory so he just walks to it)
I need to find the boss so i can get a place to work. James walked around the factory,he thought: I need to find the boss, when he finally found his office. he knocked the door and James start waiting.

OOC: Couple things wrong:
You aren't technically 'accepted' in Rupture farms 'till Arnie says so.
I don't know about Molluck being included in the backstory is allowed.
And why does your post end like that?

Make sure to put it in the W@RF Profile thread too. After you've edited it, obviously...

OOC: Yea, youre right thank you dude ;)

ooc: Nothing wrong with putting Molluck in the backstory.
But random characters are not allowed, so he can't just 'ask a mudokon' the way to Arnie's office. There are no mudokons except those controlled by players.

ooc":Yea, thanks for your help, im still new to RPG :)

OOC:
Damn, it is.

OOC: I don't think it helped you decided to cripple Beetlroot before anyone got anywhere near it...
And Silph is a Luskan, not a Slig.

OOC: Haha Slaveless, you tried to heve a small post, but you didn't win, for your post is still big. And more on topic and sensible, I need Skillyaslig. And perhaps Chris can give hope for Beetlroot. And I can only see myself doing Agent right now.

That would be godmoddling, you can't control or decide what someone elses character does:p.

IC:
Agent continued to whine and sob hopelessly on the floor. She figured she had lost her and everyone else forever. She stopped her crying suddenly, not because she felt better, but because she heard a voice. She whisked around briskly on the spot.

There was a grey tomahawker-like mudokon (Krett), standing tall above her cowering self. He was speaking, trying to reassure her he wouldn't eat her. But it was only sounds to her. She couldn't even remember Mudosian. He might as well of been singing chipmunk songs to her, because she emitted a non sliggish t-rex-esque screech and was off.

She sped and pounced and pulled herself madly across the floor, like a steef on all six. Turning sharply at every corner, her tail whooshing as she gripped on her thick hands, she eventually went tumbling down the old stairs.

She lay limp, bruised and shocked at the foot of them. Crying softly and realising that creature was left in her dust, she examined the area. Dusty tall shelves like a metal city. They were stacked with some strange food, with a smell that didn't appeal to her. She sniffled, flickering her tongue and continued to explore curiosly. She was still on alert for whoever might be lurking around the corner to eat her.

ooc: No controlling other people's characters, Reaper. Plus Jim is no longer in the corridors: he's arrived at his destination.
PV, MM's done another vanishing act so I suggest you go with the old reliable Dek's-sleeping-off-a-long-wakeful-night-of-looking-after-their-meech-and-worrying-about-the-local-fertile-mudokon-girl-while-Arthur's-just-being-a-lazy-bum-and-sleeping-in excuse, or it could be a while before Praetyre does anything about their escaping meech.

IC:
Krik initially ignored the mudokon as he sauntered along, but just after he passed him he froze an revolved slowly on the spot. He took in the mud's dark skin, and then yelled, "Hey, you! Stop! How... I... Where..." He hurried over to the mudokon. "Explain yourself! Where did you come from before you worked here? Why is your skin colour so unusual?!"
Had someone been imitating their research? Kriks fury was controlled only due to his confusion and worry.


ooc: Dionysia's waiting for Venks, Jim's waiting for Slaveless and Anni's waiting for a miracle.

OOC:SOOOOOO SORRY for de delay, stupid internet snuffed it and Eva had to get on the roof...
IC:
"Hey, thanks sweetie," Cylepso said, smiling at Tiro.
"You thirsty?" Lenny asked, cocking his spotted head.
Cylepso shook her head, "I was gonna use some water to wake up sleepy head here."
"Mhnm, mnhmma hnamam mnhnam."
"It would so! Water is a good way to wake up someone." Cylepso replied huffily. She glanced down at Dimitrio and prodded him again, "Come on, dude! Up and adam."
"Ad-am!" Lenny exclaimed as he rolled around on the floor.
Vester snorted and said, "Why slig on duh floor?"
"mmm hnmmm, hhnma mnnm, mnmmaham." Seb commented dryly.
The pink nailed slig swatted a hand at the irritable intern, then handed her gun to Vester, who took it looking bewildered, and then knelt next to Dimitrio and gave him a light shake, saying softly, "hey, your not dead, are you?"
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"Put dat thin' away, 'fore ye poke somebodys eye out, or somethin'..." Jutt grumbled.
Jatt scowled in irritation, before lowering his gun and snapping, "Well, dats stopid, comin' form a nutter like ye."
Jutt gave his brother a look that could strip paint off a wall before hunching his bulky shoulders and signing, "Indeed."

OOC:
I have not the foggiest Idea what a Luskan is so I guess I apologize.
And whoever has a problem with me killing off Beetlroot, there was no point leaving him alive because he'd lost so much blood it was unbelievable that he could have any left and if he had miraculously recovered he'd have been shot or turned into lunch anyway.

IC:
Krett had thought that the slig had been listening and understanding what he was saying but before long it wheeled round and continued to flee. It was no use, Krett couldn't reason with a slig that couldn't understand him. He turned back and started walking back the way he came but before long he realized that he had not a clue where he was or where to go. So, as he had done earlier, Krett wondered aimlessly and it wasn't long before he found a room full of beds.

Occ:I have a problem with Beetleroot dieing. Who knows maybe someone could make a huge blood donation and let him live. And then not turn him into meat just yet because he has become extremely lean after that huge blood loss. And then send him off to the stockyards where someone can get some more meat on him. Then somehow he might be able to escape. Beetleroot's story hasn't been long enough in my opinion.
Ic:Jerr saw the paramite lashing out at the Luskan and yelled "Look out!". but then the paramite fell to the ground. Was it dead? He slowly walked up to it. After prodding it with his shotgun a little he decided that it was either dead, playing dead very well, or just unconcious. "Well it's definately subdued but we should either cut it up or, if it's alive, fix it up and put it in the stockyards. Unless we really don't need anymore of them." He said. For some strange reason, even though this paramite had tried to eat him 2 times, he felt it should live a little longer. He wondered how it felt, on the verge of death or already dead. He shuddered at the thought of it.

OOC: 8D I love you Skillyaslig. Now I can do more of my peoples, and Marvak can do hers and the world can go round.

And Carnix, tsk tsk, thanks for using my super place and code idea for your roleplaying, but I figured there'd be hope for Beetlroot. I mean, Chris was nearby, and she has motherly instincts. Plus it seems a shame to see someone die after ten minutes of entering a place, and I don't see how anyone could bleed away that fast. Venks doesn't get to post much. And I believe a Luskan Marauder is an Oddworld creature with a shell, only seen in the artbook. They apparently don't even trust each other.

IC:
Dimitrio only lay limp on the cold hard metal floor, in no response to Cylepso or the sounds of the other sligs around him. He then twitched his robotic arm, groaned as a masked segmented eye opened sleepily, then fell back into the blackness of unconsciousness again.

Tiro knew he would cry now. He mumbled a quick "Yes" to Wic, then nodded quickly and not much and proceeded to hurry off.

(1st FLOOR CORRIDOR)

Once away from the group, he cried softly for his lost loved ones and made his way down the wide metal halls to the stairs, feeling the cold industrial material on his bare feet. The cafeteria would be on the ground floor, like he had remembered from yesterday.

(STORAGE AND WAREHOUSE)

Letting her guard down from the lack of predators and things edible to her, Agent crawled out of the large shelf city room, shoving the door open with her head like a dog.

Even though Wic would proably be right there and listening, Tiro bawled like there was no tommorow, rubbing his eyes with three fingered hands. A figure bounding out of the door and hurtling to the left snatched his attention and thoughts.

He would of just remarked on that crawling slig being loopy to his new found friend (Wic), but he recognised her all too well. She had Agent's trademark butchyness and mamallian traits...Though her tight black shirt and shiny light silver pants were gone. His mouth gaped as she caught sight of the two, then dashed away.

Already, Tiro was sprinting after one of his sort of friends down the hall. Finally, he knew she was alive. But not well. She feared him, kept on speeding away like an animal...Had she gone insane again?
"Help me catch her!" He panted to Wic, his ponytail swinging in the wind. "She's the she-sliggy Dimitwio was talkin' about!"

Hmmmmmm, something's missing here......

No e, it's Beetlroot... or it was.
To be honest I didn't expect everyone to think that for me to kill off one of my characters so soon is that big a deal. His story was short because the only responses he got were fear and hatred and the question of killing him. Unless there were more paramite characters there was little for him to do but cause havok any way and that we do not want. But at least I welcomed Oddey's first character to the thread in a big way:).

OOC: A Luskan Marauder was a 'cancelled' race in the OWI 10 years Art book. They (Like Silph) are usually selfish, and care for no one but themselves. They have four legs and two clawed arms, some mandible like appendages around the head. They appear to be crustacean or similar (they have a hard exoskeleton).

IC: Silph was suddenly startled by the Paramite's action, befoe it thudded to ground, quite dead. He kicked the corpse to make sure, and because he felt like it. He shrugged, and picked it up again, before dumping it on a surgery table. he was about to walk off, when he noticed a Slig nearby (Jerr). he went up to him "Hey, where's the boss's room? I'm kinda new here"

Sturg remained in hiding next to the cafeteria door. He thought it might be better to get an escort from the lab, perhaps, if possible.

Slash was startled, but didn't fire. The Paramite failed to do anything other than die miserably. Slash shrugged, and flew off. He found the map again at the entrance. He thought he'd investigate the storage room, usually interesting things in these places. When he reached the door, however, he saw toned female Slig (Agent) pushing it open with her head. He flew down to her "Hey, you need some pants or something?"

OOC: Ah, my cat died today....I know its off topic, but yeah, I wanna let the grief out or something...On topic, I guess I'll reply to Zerox since he replied before I edited my post..... Whoops, should of waited for Sparky. And Carnix, I kinda edit my posts bit by bit. I don't like being logged out when I take too long.

IC:

(GROUND FLOOR CORRIDOR)

Agent heard the flying slig's voice (Slash), but only scampered away faster. She panted and panicked as the two mudokons were also presumably chasing her. She let out a screeching scream and sprang right through a door, just barely noticing the meech near it (Sturg).

(CAFETERIA)

When she smelt and saw the various other creatures, she only panicked all the more. In some attemot to not be noticed, she remained silent of sound and darted across the floor. Blindly, she leapt at a table and whacked her head on its edge.

She came to, to find she was pretty much naked and lying on a raised surface. Mumbling weakly, she groaned and got to her hands, looking around her.
"The Hell..." She muttered, regaining her eyesight. She froze on the spot when she saw she was right in front of a teenage yellow skinned slig (#9). She didn't move and only stared, frozen.

OOC: Now I just need Patrick, then I can do my characters in the R&R.

Slax stood there and looked at Dimitrio. "Ummmm, what do we do? is there a docter around here"?

As Jhonny got out of the toilet he gave a huge sigh of relief.

ooc: Right, I don't know if any of you remember me since I haven't posted in a while.
Any way, the reason I'm posting this is because my little brother wants to join using my character. If that's ok.

OOC: YESSSS >8D FINALLY!
IC:
Wic jumped a little when Tiro suddenly bolted off. He chased after him without another thought. Once Tiro was around the corner Wic noticed he was starting to cry. He would have made a comforting remark but keeping up with the distressed mud had him rather puffed.
Once they were on the ground floor, Tiro stopped and burst into tears. Wic hated seeing his new friend so sad like this, and he could feel sympathetic tears well up in his own eyes.
Wic cried out audibly when a green object suddenly bounded out of nowhere and dissappeared again, which Tiro suddenly chased after.
"Help me catch her! She's the she-sliggy Dimitrio was talking about!" Tiro called out to Wic.
Eyes wide, he sprinted after the crawling Slig, who seemed to be moving rather quickly for someone who had to use their hands. He heard a bang up ahead; It sounded like the Slig had crashed into something. Running as fast as his little feet could go, he burst through the Cafeteria doors, tripping and falling flat on his face in the process. Eyes watering from the pain, he got up again, chest heaving, to face the crawling Slig and another, yellow-skinned one. He had never seen a Slig with yellow skin before. Maybe this one was special? He only stared at the yellow-skinned Slig as he had not yet caught his breath.

IC: Sturg was startled by the flash of Slig. He moved nearer the door and poked his head round to see what was going on in there.

Slash swerved round, and watched it flee. He was somewhat confused. Another psychiatric case for the lab...he flew after where it had gone to the cafeteria, where it lay on the floor infront of another Slig. He scratched his head "You two friends? What's up with her, anyway?"

OOC: Well Beetlroot was a good charactor but I suppose you are right Carnix. Maybe we can get a nice paramite pie instead.
IC: "What? Oh I don't really know. I just got here and I haven't even gotten a job yet but I'll go with you." Jerr replied to the Luskan. Taking one last glance at the most likely dead paramite he looked around for someone to direct him to the boss. He spied the meech in the wheelchair. "Hey do you know where to find the boss of this place? I'd like a job here." He asked the meech while thinking about how delicious a Meech Munchy would be at the moment.

IC: Silph followed the Slig, where they came across a...Meech...in a wheelchair...WTF...not that he really cared that much. He merely stood nearby, listening.

Sturg startled, and looked up at the Slig, and the strange thing next to it. It had asked very calmly where to find the boss...odd, considering it was not talking to an employee. Unless during his unconscious period that had been officially stated "Urm, I don't really know, sorry...I'd guess either in his office thing or in the cafeteria..." with that, his confidence was boosted. Maybe industrialists wouldn't take a bad shine to him in the cafeteria. He wheeled round the corner into the cafeteria again, nervously heading for the other side, where the food was.

Silph scratched his head, confused, before remembering the blood trail (still there) had lead to the office. He headed off, following the blood, not bothering to tell the Slig. He reached the boss's office. He knocked on the door, waiting for a reply...

Silph got none. He kicked the door moodily, before thinking about what the Meech said. He headed back to the cafeteria, and went in, past the Slig. No Glukkons...quite frankly, he couldn't be bothered to find them. Maybe he'd just blend in after time. Not so easy for a Luskan...he decided to act natural. He grabbed 4 Scrab legs while the opportunity for free food was present, and sat down, and began messily devouring them as fast as possible. Living in the streets previously, he'd learnt to take what he could while he could. The same would presumably apply here...

Ralph looked annoyed. He turned to face the irritating creature (Krik :p) and replied, "Explain myself? Why should I explain myself to you!? Where I came from is none of your business, and as for my skin colour - let's just say it's a fine example of the incompetence of vykkers. It wasn't intentional. Now," he finished with barely concealed sarcasm, "if you'll excuse me, I've got more important things to do."

That wasn't quite true, he didn't really have anything important to do, but it made a good excuse. And besides, anything was more important than exchanging words with a crazy vykker in his opinion.

Occ: I sure hope dripik post soon. Otherwise Jerr is going to be doing alot of waiting.
Ic: "Ok I'll have to find it on my own. Hey where did that shell thing go?" He said. 'Ok look for a sign that says Executive Office. That can't be too hard. I'm starving though. Ok I'll get a bit of food before finding the boss.' He thought but as he walked into the cafeteria and saw the menu he was shocked. 'Scrab legs? Water? No I am not eating that thank you very much. Whoever runs this place must be low on moolah. I'm going to complain anyway.' He thought while stalking out of the cafeteria. As he walked he spotted a sign saying where the boss was. "Finnaly!" he yelled. After knocking on the door he waited quite impatiently.

“Aww crap,” Cylepso hissed, when Dimitrio didn’t move, “What the heck should we do?”
“Shock him with the paddles of life!” Lenny exclaimed.
“Don’t be stupid! We arent in the lab or hospital.”
“Mnmma, hnmama?” Seb said, pointing out the obvious.
“Yeah, but where the hell is that place? Got a map?”
“Uhh, maybe we should whack him wid something…” Vester mumbled, shifting uneasily. Being near dead people made him nervous. (OOC: I do know Dimtrio isn’t dead, but he acts like it XD)
“Really? Uhh, come on Seb, you’re a doctor-”
“Mhnm.”
“Well you work for them!” Cylepso snapped, “What-”
Lenny clambered over to Dimitrio and started to poke his masked eye, singing, “Wakie wakie sleeping slog!”
“Lenny, stop poking him!”

OOC: Hey Gretin whatever happened to that other char of yours?

IC: Doe inwardly giggled as Rick shied away from the southern hand shake. The Mudanchee warrior had expected as much, but watching it was none the less enjoyable. The Industrial worker stated calmly, "Hey there. Hope you don't mind, but I'm not used to these greetings. I'm Rick, by the way."
Doe nodded and grunted in acknowledgment. "Fair enough Rick. It's a pleasure ta meet ya."
The dark skinned Mudokon also greeted Doe with much enthusiasm, "Heya, Nat! You sleep well?"
Doe had a recollection of his frightening nightmares of fire, blood, and death... but he shrugged it off trying to keep up his image. Hiding behind a exceedingly friendly smile Doe said, "I sure did Precious! Though it would of been much more enjoyable had you been there with me!" Doe laughed hysterically and slapped his knee several times as if he had just told the best joke under the sun.


#9 was bashing himself continually in his own mind. Calling himself worthless and the cause of everyone's suffering. Until he noticed a odd-looking crawling Slig looking strait at him... where had he seen this Slig before? Then he remembered the vision and what #10 had told him. All #9's emotions of depression disappeared and were replaced by hope and happiness. Unable to control himself he said to the crawling Slig, "Agent! Is that you!? I've been looking all over for you! I found your gun and blood! I thought you were dead!"


Chris woke up slowly. The whole room was so blurry. He couldn't see anything. He blinked heavily trying to clear his vision. The first thing he saw was a empty bed where his patient should of been. Drat! She shouldn't be running around until after being checked on. Chris let out a long sigh and walked out of the lab. He needed to find his patient and make sure she was okay.

OOC: Sorry for short post, but I am tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired.

OOC: Don't worry, she's not gone XD Just waiting. I don't really want to post with her yet, and Ralph's waiting for Krik so I can't really post IC at the moment.

Ic: After waiting for a while Jerr noticed another slig(James). Only he had a different type of pants. Jerr was imeadatly jealous but walked up to him anyway. "You waiting for the boss?" He asked trying very hard to conceal his envy.

IC: Slash scratched his head and looked at the Slig (#9) talking to the crawling one "She'll listen to you, right? i asked her if she needed some pants and she just ran away into here..."

Silph quickly finished off the meat and belched loudly, leaning back in his seat and watching what would occur with the crawling Slig. The Meech was doing something over by the counter.

Sturg approached the counter slowly, looking around. No one payed much attention, unless they just hadn't noticed yet and were busy eating. He stretched his head up and managed to grab the tip of a plate, and carried it to an empty table. He put it on the table, and sat on the end. He picked one of the legs off the plate towards himself and started to eat it. Scrab was always nice when he rarely did get it, quite lean. It had something else about it, and it was warm. They'd obviously 'cooked' it. Nice and tender, and succulent. Eating was still somewhat difficult in this position however, but it was worth it for this food.

Dionysia briefly considered gouging Nat's eyes out right then and there, but her thoughts were cut off by the site of... something unusual.
Sh said, in a surprisingly calm voice, (and still managing to keep the bimbo accent) "Why is there an animal in a wheelchair eating scrablegs at the counter?

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Krik chased after Ralph, "Ahah! So you were made by vykkers? Where were you made? What vykkers did it?"

ooc: Sorry, short post and not one of my best.

OOC: Short post, Venks? That post is longer than most of the ones here!

IC:

Slap watched the following events after seeing the Paramite go unconscious. A creature that Slap had only read about in text books peaked into the room and started to hold the Paramite in his hands, asking for permission to kill it. The tired Intern who wasn't prepared to see this, who was about to ask the Luskan (Silph) to pierce the Paramite's head so the Paramite wouldn't be harmed in such a way that would effect what couldbe made from the body, when a few other events happened. The Lusker started to interact with a flying Slig (Slash) who was shifting his gun, distracting Slap as well. Yet another Slig (Jerr) entered the Laboratory who was talking about saving the Paramite for later. Slap was about to explain how it would benefit if they killed the Paramite rather than save it for later, but then the Paramite woke up. Within seconds, the Paramite died of being crippled. The Luskan placed it on a surgery table and left with the walking Slig and flying Slig.

Slap felt no need to tell Praetyre in what just happened. Instead, Slap looked at Chirstina who woke up, sighed, and left. Baffled that the doctor just left without a word, Slap looked for an explamation. He looked around and noticed that there was a few surgecial tools left on the ground, a table on the ground, and some pants left as well. Slap approuched the mess and realized something was missing. Looking around, the Intern realized that someone was missing. It was Agent, the female Slig that was operated on earlier. She left, in plain view.

Knowing the reason behind Chris' leave, Slap tried to play this out. The Slig left without pants of course, so it was in panic. She probably was under a lot stress. How could they cooperate with the Slig? Perhaps he could ask Chris if it knew anything before Agent left... It could tell them how they could cooperate. If it was acting really strange or flipping out, they would need a little more prepared for Agent's capture.

Slap rushed out of the Laboratory with his laptop. He stopped by Chris' side and typed down on his laptop,

"Salutations fellow medical employee. I couldn't help, but notice the urgent status of our female Slig occupant. To ensure her a relaxed return to the Laboratory, we will have to be considerant of her last state of mind. Were you conscious at the time of her awakening? If so, can you inform me? That would be much helpful for our capture of her."

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Kix became worried about Anni. She wasn't with Jim as she expected her to be. Why did she run off? Where did she run off? Did something upset her?

She replied in a concerned tone, "No, she isn't here. Where could she be? Was there something there that upsetted her? Maybe she's hiding from someone."

OOC: Yaaay. Where is Munchy?

IC

(CAFETERIA)

That teenage yellow slig looked happy now. She could hear the flying slig hovering nearby (Slash) talking, asking a question. She couldn't remember diddly squat before ending up on this table. She stared up at the now happy slig boy, bewildered.
"Agent!" he cried. "Is that you!? I've been looking all over for you! I found your gun and blood! I thought you were dead!" Her face was puzzled as she tried to remember. She definitely didn't recall this guy.
"Agent..." She pondered. "Wait...That's me." She froze there on the spot in fear. The pitter patter of three toed feet could be heard.

Tiro charged up to her, nearly crashing into the table. He panted, with a slap-happy look whipped across his face.
"AGENT!" He screamed out to practically the whole room. "We've been worried sick about you! You just went an Dimitwio fainted and couldn't sleep and Cylepso and Tiny and me have been wondering where you are and now you're heeeeere abd aliiiiiive!" He gasped for a long time.

He beamed up at her masked face, that only stared back coldly. There was no recollection in her mind, no reassurance she had been fine all along, no dramatic emotional reunion...His face was hurt and puzzled, but he received no comfort. He stared at the floor, hiding a face that would swell up with mudokon tears.
"Its....Tiro..." He tested her. "I'm Dimitri's friend...We hang out, sorta..." She didn't even seem to respond. Shaken and pale, he said no more and wandered over to a table to get that glass of water Dimitrio needed.

She stared down at the table. She could recollect small things. Talking with that Dimitrio guy, joking like they were old friends...But were they? She could recall nothing before that; it made no sense. She didn't feel like the friendly chatty type either. With her head lowered, she sobbed weakly, trying to silence her sad sounds. She wouldn't be caught crying in public if her life depended on it...Not like she had a choice in the matter. She sobbed as she failed to remember who was who.

(OUTSIDE R&R)

Dimitrio still didn't stir, despite being prodded by Lenny. His leg twitched and he groaned, muttering "Down, bag slog..." before slipping back into being conked out again.

OOC: Whooot!
IC:
Wic, puzzled and worried at Tiro's cold reception, quickly bounded over to the table he was headed for to pour a glass of water and give it to him first, as a token of friendship. Wic couldn't help but stare just a little at the yellow-skinned Slig (9#). He knew it was rude to stare, but he was just so fascinating!
Quickly turning back to Tiro with a wide grin on his dial, he said to him; "It's okay. I fink she's just a widdle confused." He shrugged.

OOC: Sorry for the short post fellers, I'm on a school computer and I'm kinda tired. |D

Jim answered, "It was wierd. We were just eating and then she sort of froze, like her mind was wandering, and then she suddenly jerked as if someone has hit her or something! I asked her if she was ok and she said she just had a headache, but a minute later she jumped out of her seat and ran off like she was terrified of something." He scratched nervously, "I don't know what's going on, and by the time I followed her out of the cafeteria she was gone. I thought she might have come up here, but... I don't know, where do you think she might have gone?" He asked Kix.