ooc: Since when did he have a shift? He's never met another employeeof the factory; he's not emplyed yet, he does not have a shift.
I suggest you try starting again from the beginning. As in, with your character arriving at Rupture Farms. |
OOC: I think the main problem with the RPG is that it is difficult for newbies to know how to organize their first post and what to do in order to be allocated shifts/jobs etc. When I first came here there wasn't a lot I could do beside read a few other posts and try and fit in.
It's hard to know who the authority figures are here, as well as more complex matters such as conversations/meetings with other characters. Either way I'm glad to be here and thank the friendly staff for all their support. |
OOC: Sorry for my absence. Not too much has happened anyway.
Silph is waiting for Golig (stonetooth's character) to do something. IC: If Slash had eyebrows, he would have raised one at the robot's remark. It had fairly sophisticated AI. Maybe it could even think to the degree to try to save itself from a troubled situation, where the majority of the lab had turned on it for interrupting their situation. The dark Mudokon and one of the Vykkers left. He waited to see the outcome of the situation. He yawned absentmindedly, impatient to find a magnetic material, considering this disturbance silly. He slowly drifted towards the door. EDIT: I thought Dionysia was, Splat, or have I made an error? Hard to keep track of the names, and varied appearances. EDIT2: Well that was silly. |
IC: There are two dark female mudokons now? :fuzconf:
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SU-01 looked at #7 Slig. "If you don't need me anymore, I request the permission to leave the area and return to the cafeteria." "I have to talk to the Executive as soon as possible..."he thoughts. |
ooc: Anni and Jim are waiting for Chronicler and Venks.
IC: Just as things between Arthur and Dionysia were gettig interesting (or at the very least, loud), Roy ran in, tripped over his feet and landed prostrate on the ground. "Finally woke up, did you?" Dionysia asked him scathingly. "'Bout time you got to work, isn't it. I expect they'll want some of the meet in there loaded into the machinery," She gestured to a door and gave Roy a glare that quite clearly said 'so you better get on with it'. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Krik had reached the station and soon after his train arrived. It was small and ugly, a little shabby on the inside, but it was the best he could expect these days. Oh, but how that was going to change! As soon as he had boarded and the train had pulled away, he pulled out the papers he had found in Dek's coat and inspected them again. There could be no doubt about what this was! Many years ago (what was it now, twenty? Thirty?) he had worked on a project to create a fertile female mudokon, for egg-producing purposes, but when the Cartel had found Queen Sam hidden away in the wild, they had put his work to an end. A friend had brought the research from him to use it for his own purposes, decidedly secret from the Magog Cartel. It had to be almost twenty years since he had spoken to Emlech, the vykker who had bought his research. And now here was the fruits of his labours, this mudokon... 'Anni' was the name given on Dek's report (though why he had put the mudokons actual name was beyond Krik). There could be no doubt that this creature was built using his plans! The signs of his work were as recognisable to him as a self-portrait to the artist who painted it! Well, he would look forward to inspecting her, but first he planned to renew his old aquaintance with Emlech. He wanted to know everything about his old friend's work on her! It seemed that things were getting interesting again. ooc: Readers of my story in FC will know Emlech; plot = thickening. |
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Now this is getting interesting...:) What happen when a Fanfic meet an RPG... I loved that story BTW. |
OOC: Uggs is still waiting on Dripik.
IC: Skullik watched in little beguilement as Anni yelled at Gewehr with a boiled-up anger. The big Outlaw looked back at the slig with a mean low growl. He turned back around to face the two puny mudokons. Skullik thought to himself while staring at them. Was all this yelling truly to end a fight? Jim doesn't seem all that fine, and miss mudokon over here is getting to be pissy. The large beast crouched down so his eyes were just above Anni's own eye level. For the first time since before the big house, Skullik took his metal visor off. He reveals two tiny red eyes, not as sinister looking as the large fiery glows that projected off of his face when his visor's on. The Outlaw whispered to Anni. "Girl. I-I-I reckon ya oughta ... oughtga 'pol-pologize to mi-mister Gewehr over there." Skullik said with a deep forceful order. "Slig's gonna n-need that 'pology. If'n ya wa-want ... want yer fr-friend cured of his injury least ways." |
IC: Borso reaches the cafeteria. He approaches a vending machine and presses a button. A Scrab Cake falls from the machine. Borso picks it up and eats it. He heads for the nearest Soda machine for some Brew.
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IC: Roy slowly got to his feet then softly spoke. "Yes...I'm very sorry about that..." He rubbed the back of his head and was thankful he didn't get into to much trouble. A bit surprised Roy looked at the door Dionysia gestured to. He didn't dare look her in the eyes so he quickly dusted off and ran towards the door. "Yes meat! Right away!" He got straight to work and was very careful not to mess anything up.
-------- Walking around the halls like an idiot Corky with Phats by his side patrolled the ground floor like he was a signed too. "This is so awesome!" Corky laughed. He pointed his gun around as if he was a big bad butt kicking BigBro Slig. "Now if only a Mud would walk by..." He stopped and stood against the wall. Phats sniffed but coninued walking a little farther down the corridor. |
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The head of the factory (Arnie) is currently on a meeting at the cafeteria, assigning new roles to everyone. ou should go there, introduce yourself and ask for a job. ;) |
IC: Borso looks around for someone called Arnie. He yells out to people for help but they are busy eating their food. "Darn". He walks around for a while looking for Arnie.
"Arnie, where are ya?" |
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Admeet asked around for someone called Arnie, the others told him to go to the cafeteria, he followed the signs to the cafeteria, there in the cafeteria was Arnie giving out new assignments to the other workers. he walked over to them and waited for his turn. when his turn came up, he introduced himself. "My name is Admeet, i am a slig and i am 9 odd years old, I used to work as a guard at the necrum mines but security there wasn't that tight enough, I transfered myself here because i thought i would be much more safer here and i could be made a efficient part of rupture farms , so i'd like to apply for a job in any department". |
Cog and Zen also walked into the cafeteria and stepped to the line.
When their turn came, they stepped up and shaked introduced themselves to Arnie: "My name's Zen and hes Cog. We used to work for Magog Motors, but we had to escape from there, so we decided to come here for work and we are ready to start whenever you like boss!" |
Gewehr looked around at the whole situation. None of it was really helping him progress to getting his goals accomplished. Perhaps there were other Mudokons in this facility that actually worked. He made a mental effort, for a Slig that is the hardest type of effort, to talk to the boss about this. The northern Slig not sure what else to do decided it was time to resort to drastic measures... work himself.
He reached a hand into his mechanical pants to look for his cleaning supplies. He always worked his hardest to make sure his pants gleamed. Discarding a black dripping towel Gewehr chose a cleaner looking one and turned it towards the maltreated machinery in the room. The Slig sprayed on some rust remover and started scrubbing to make the place look better. Gewehr's feelers started to pull back and twist a little, the Slig facial expression for embarrassment. What would the other Sligs think if they saw him doing this? How would he explain himself? |
IC: Borso frantically looked around, he spotted a sign nearby and walked up to a nearby Slig (Admeet). "Oh, hey there. You're new as well? It might be good if we stuck together for a while", he smiled and handed a cig to Admeet.
"Yo, Arnie. I used to work in SoulStorm Brewery but I got a bit bored there. I've got experience with rifles, flying pants and I'm not bad with a revolver either. Here's somethin' to seal the deal". He handed Arnie a very elegant cigar, probably used for special occasions. He smiled and eagerly awaited Arnie's response. |
"Thanks, i agree that we should stick together for a while". Admeet lit the cigar with a lighter from one of his leg pockets. "nice to meet you (Borso), hope to see you around". he gave a puff from the cigar and began his speech towards Arnie.
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ummm how can i jion i have posted proflie so what do i do i know im a little late |
OOC: You have to talk to the Glukkon in charge, Arnie. Not sure if he's around... but its a good place to start. Try and meet up with some characters and get a conversation going.
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@ Odd Ryan : You also have to make your character arrive by a FeeCo train, at the station. You can't spawn like that in the factory ;) You should also post your character's profile here. |
ooc: Odd Ryan, before you start posting here, please learn to use a full stop (the little thing that looks like this . ) and capital letters! It will make your posts a thousand times easier to read and will generally give you a much better reputation around the forums as a whole.
IC: Anni nodded reluctantly at Skullik's suggestion. She stood up at looked over at Gewehr who had started work with one of the machines. "Look, Gewehr, I'm sorry about loosing my temper. But Arnie doesn't like it when the slig's hit mudokons; it's been one of his rules from the start, as far as I know. Jim wasn't being rude; he was just frightened of you. He's frightened of all sligs." She paused and then added, "There are more machines upstairs. Maybe Jim could go and work up there; Skullik could go up with him if you want, and then he can work without having to worry about you; I can work down here." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Dionysia had wondered to the doorway of the store room and was watching the mud run back and forwards loading meat into the machinery. "See, it's working now. Do I really have to say here?" She muttered to Arthur. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Krik's train pulled away from the station with a jerk an an enourmous wheeze which flooded the station with smoke. It began to thin, drawn into the void left by the exit of the metal behemoth. Out of the smoke emerged a slig. It was bigger than a normal slig, but if it was a big bro it was very small. Its pants were battered and rusty; they were a very old model, as was its gun, but despite its age the gun was much better maintained, gleaming in the striplights, every part meticulously greased, the whole thing free of dirt and grime. His tail, chest and arms were strung with bulging, knotty muscles, his skin mottled with scars and spooce burns. His mask was an old model designed for combat, with a wide visor, not glowing but translucent enough that his sunken, puffy eyes and ugly face was just visible through. A skinny, badly rolled cigarette hung from between his tatty tentacles at an angle so that the smoke rose and engulfed his head. His body language suggested a grim, mirthless smile as his pants clanked and clunked him into the factory. Name: Grace Gender: Male Species: Slig Age: 18 (Sligs live to be about 20) Appearance: Notably smaller than your average big-bro, but still quite big enough thank you very much. His mask is the old visor-style but not quite as opaque as normal; a little can be seen of his sunken, puffy eyes beyond. He bares a fair share of scars and looks fairly roughed-up at the best of times. Personality: Shrewd and mean; his interests are only for himself and he distains the society he lives in. He's never violent for the sake of violence, but he has a dangerously short fuse. Equipment: His pants are old and poorly maintained, his visor is old, specialised and reasonably well looked after. His gun is a very old model, but powerful and treasured by its owner. History: A old battle veteran from when land and slaves were won through war and not deception, Grace was retired from the military when his usefulness was used up. A tactician and a fearsome leader, he did not adapt well to life as a guard. His inability to hold down a job for more than a few weeks have caused much wandering across Mudos, finally leading him to Rupture Farms. |
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Be sure to read this before you start (the first page of the thread.) ABM |
Shrykull power, please read this as it will give you some advice on how to RPG, and this, as it will tell you how to avoid getting shouted at. ;)
Then read the first post of this thread. It may also help to read the last two or three pages of this thread. Sorry there's so much to get through, but it will help you play, and ensure you don't upset people. Then you're free to join. :) |
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Hey, Splat...Can you please "dutifully" bother Dripik again to make him post...We're all waiting for him...Kinda...I think...Oh well XD |
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Much obliged. Thanks ! |
OOC: The time has come for me to return. Save the confetti for a few more weeks though, uni is still going and I have things to do. But, since I finished a rather long essay today, I decided to spare some time for W@RF. Also, Splat drove me mad with his constant 'bothering' (you should see the logs...), and I had to promise that I will make a reply today, right after I'm done with the essay. Hope y'all happy now.
I take it you're the one to thank for the 'dutiful bothering', Jimmy. Well, all I say is: lock your doors... -------------------------------- #7 Slig turned from Vykker to Slig and to Vykker again as everyone started explaining things at the same time. After Krik had left, he held up his hand. "Alright, enough. Dek, you tell me again, please, what happened here. Especially about the Mudokon in the cage, since I can't recall much about him being locked up in there." -------------------------------- Meanwhile, RG was standing outside, eyeing the small Slig (Uggs) in the shadows. In a robotic way, he was amused by him trying to hide in the dark, with his glowing vizor telling away his position. The Slig spoke. "Hi? How are ya? Things look a teensy bit sad in there. What are ya? You're not evil are ya?" "I prefer to say 'efficient' instead of 'evil'." replied RG in his usual monotonous voice. "My question is: what are you doing here, Slig organic? Judging by your size, you are not guardforce material yet. I have doubts about you being here on permission by the Boss." -------------------------------- OOC: That's all for now. All you others who I haven't replied to, show signs of life (either a short PM or a post here), so I know that you're still around. |
OOC: Who's in charge of the "Arnie" character? He hasn't said anything for a while.
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@ AlexFili : Arnie is Dripik's character. @ Dripik : Woopsie, didn't know you were that busy, sorry. Now I'm gonna check all my doors are locked ;) |
Another looming shadow approached RuptureFarms. The clanking train sped into the station, fumes belching from it's exhaust. I t came to a sudden, abrupt halt, and a small dent appeared in one of the doors. As it whined open, a strange creture rolled out, clutching it's head. Fearfully checking the scene around him, the Meech scampered off down a corridor.
----------------------------------------------------------- Name: Crunchy Race: Meech Gender: Male Age: 17 'Meech years', 4 human years Appearance: Darker colouration than Meeches in general (due to harsh sunlight), and slightly longer fingers. Shards missing from some shell plates. Personality: Slightly deaf, which can cause problems for a creature with no visible eyes. Quite shy and a tiny bit paranoid. He can scrawl a few words of Mudokonian. Usually hungry. Equipment: Small backpack. History: One of the isolated Meeches that did not get eaten, Crunchy's ancestors was smuggled out of their native land to safety in the Monsaic Lines by Mudokons during the rise of the Industrialists. Lonely, he made several trips to Scrabania and Paramonia, though this was because he had a habit of falling into wells. |
IC: Ark reflected on what had happened to him recently; Caused a psycho mud to cause a panic, get shot, running and hiding from security (which was the job he initially wanted… sort of), get knocked out shortly followed by being imprisoned, and breaking out, only to be caught in the middle of the act. In was a much more eventful day than his first.
All of this was this had caused Arks’ mentality in accordance to his situations to change from what it normally would be, in other words, he really didn’t care as much as he should of. Too much had happened, in too short a time. Getting up, Ark announced to the small group, “Well, this has been a nice chat. It really has, but I’m going to find out just what it is that I’m supposed to be doing around here.” Brushing off some dust from his loin cloth, he continued, now turning his attention to #7 Slig, “I was employed here about 2 or three days ago, it’s kind of hard to tell in here and I was knocked out.” He said simply to #7 Slig. Arks’ voice than took on a matter of fact tone, in which to tell the events that happened to him. “At some time yesterday, I believe, I was somehow able to frighten a dark skinned, female, Mudokon, who caused a panic by yelling at me. I presume she did so in response to approaching some Vykker, to ask him a question. Not without some cause, mind you, she had been able to get me a little angry; and my tattoos start to glow when I get angry. Anyway, People panic, people shot at me, and I ran, because I really don’t what holes or needles in me. After a chase, your security eventually caught up to me, and knock me out. I presume that they then put me in a cage, since that’s what I woke up in. The lock didn’t seem to work however.” His eyes quickly darted to the other Mudokon (Hembar), hoping that she would not react to the lie, “and upon walking out, and didn’t really want the one Vykker that just left to notice me, since he seems somehow related to why the female Mudokon panicked, and I don’t much care to know the answer to my question anymore. Upon them noticing, I asked this snoozer to take control of the situation… I didn’t want anyone shooting at me anymore, and the as far as I know they were going to experiment on me.” Shrugging his shoulders, he added, “I panicked.” “Now if, Dek, was it?” his head turning to the Vykker, “Well, if you be so kind, as to give your account of the situation; so that I can then ask #7 Slig, just what it is that I’m supposed to be doing here?” OOC: Let’s see if anyone responds to this, shall we? |
OOC: Looks like there's hope after all.
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Yup ! There is hope. I'm moving my character out of the labs, he's kinda stuck in there... -----IC----- Since he was no longer required, SU-01 decided to leave the competent authority take care of the situation. He went back to the corridor, where he saw what he determined to be "The Executive Bodyguard", discussing with a little slig, hided in the dark. "If this robot is here and the head of security is in the labs...then who is ensuring the executive's security ?" he thoughts. "The level of security is a bit low around here...A bit too low. Even if they think terrorists won't come here because they treat their employees fairly. Auto-turrets with explosives shell in every corridor, 24/7 armored patrolling drones, reinforced security camera with 35 different lens to detect just about everything and a big nice minefield around the factory... that's what this place truly need...Or am I just a little paranoid ? Maybe..." While he was thinking, he reached the Cafeteria which was much less crowded than before. |
OOC: I don't mean to be a bother, but there are some newbies around here who are waiting to get jobs from Arnie. If someone could give the person who owns that character a little nudge, that would be very helpful. Thanks :D
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NO. You don't want to bother Dripik X-( I did once, he told me to lock my doors and I didn't took him seriously...and I regret now...:D |
I shall recommence the nudging.
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Yes, maybe...But not only Dripik...Everyone who has posted in this version of the RPG... |
OOC: Well the newbies seem to be waiting to get jobs... not sure but it seems like this RPG could use a good plot device to get everyone talking again.
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