IC
Irou stepped off the train with chains around his arms, while his Slig watcher, Orton, pressed his gun into his back as he walked towards Arnies office. Orton saw the sign on the door that Slagger had seen before and swore, muttering under his breath, and looked around for someone to talk to, and heard a ruckus coming from the hall upward. Orton looked over to see what was going on. Seeing an opportunity, Irou ran for it. Just before he could escape he tripped over the Vykker corpse, landing flat on his face. “Get back here” yelled Orton, but he then saw the carnage around the room “What the hell happened here...” said Orton, Irou tried to get up, but Orton aimed his gun at him. “Don’t you move... So what happened here?”.

OOC
Sorry I havent posted in ages :goof:
I'll post Ortons profile soon.

Name: Orton
Species: Slig
Age: 40 (Human years)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Orton is an average Slig, but he wears a custom visor, which allows a greater range of vision. Also, his pants are a special kind of pants, made especialy for gaurd duties.
Equipment: Orton carries a baton, Macine gun, and Sniper rifle.
Personality: Orton is cruel, mean and horrible to be around. As a result, he has no freinds. He is often seen beating anyting that he allowed to, or sniping helpless animals and people alike. Despite this, he has a large weakness over blood and gore.
History: Orton used to be a gaurd at Rupture Farms, but was fired for beating empoyees to death. He then made himself his own gaurd bussiness, where he would gaurd for a fee. He was then hired by the police to gaurd Irou at Rupture Farms.

OOC:
Roll-call wise, Crunchy is liable to wander into trouble when Hembar starts moving again.

IC-

Nurple was having an overlode, so much in so little time!!!
as the must-help-muddkkons and the nice-muddoken-Slen talked he notased a big robot thing enter the area. Nurple's hands rapedly cooled and re-heated to his pulse.

He looked at the group around the dead vikker, some strange sligs the nicer-slig and the big robot ariving on scean."um...how did the vikker get killed anyway?"Nurple suddonly directed to the must-help mudukkons,whating for some answors all the time having flashes of memory of his lab days.

Slen: "But anyway one of them Sligs over there said you two should have these, they'll make you feel better or something."

"Uh, no thanks," Ralph answered the other mudokon."

Jim: "Um, we should probably move before those guys get any ideas about what might have hurt the vykker."

Turning back to Jim, Ralph quietly answered, "I think it's a little late for that," nodding his head in the direction of the just-arrived snoozer, "if we leave now it's probably going to look a bit suspicious. We might have to wait until security give us the all clear."

<•-•-•-•-•>

Hembar was slowly starting to come out of her meditation. It had worked - but only just; she was still not 100% but at least she could feel some strength returning.

The mystical glow that was surrounding her started to fade, and she slowly opened her eyes. At the moment all she could see was blackness, but that was a combination of her eyes not being adjusted to the dark room and her still low strength. But she would see soon enough.

ooc: Oh no she wouldn't, mwahahahaha!!!!


IC:
Krik approached behind the native, raising the syringe above his head. The glow around her began to fade and she raised her head, though he couldn't see her face on account of being behind her. He smirked, and plunged the deadly syringe towards her back...


"Oh, great," Jim muttered. "And I'm sure sligs will treat us in a fair and unbiased way. They won't just blame us due to a lack of having anyone else to blame!"

He looked around the room, trying to see through the crowd of sligs and assorted other people at the other end of the corridor. Where on Odd was Anni? It wasn't like her to disappear when there was all this excitement. He turned to one of the mudokons who had come over to speak with him and Ralph.
"Hey, have you seen a mudokon girl with pale, sort of pinkish skin around here?" He asked.

IC:
Zed was stuck in thought so he went back down the floors and secretly followed the mysterious snoozer

Name: The D-Reaper
Species: Oktigi
Age: Unknown (has been known to possess 1000 hosts for the past 80 years)
Gender: Male
Appearence: Dark, moldy, grimy, out of your worst nightmares
Equipment: possession suckers
Personality: So, so evil. Enjoys torturing his foes through psychological torment and manipulation. Has a bitter hatred for glukkons, though.
History: Not much is known about the D-Reaper except that he was known to have possessed many hosts, ranging from steef to mudokons, through grubbs and scuba toads, to even sligs and vykkers (which is bizzare) to get his way. Other than that, most historians claim that this is the stuff of urban legends. He has personally snuck into RuptureFarms through the sewers to continue his maniacal legacy.

OOC: I'm kind of new to this website, but I first came upon it back in 2004. I only joined a few days ago.

(I have narrowly affected the history of W@RF now, and I am planning for my character to be play a compelling role in the story. Wish me luck! d(^.^)b

ooc: I wish you'd been watching OWF a bit closer. Then you might know one or more of the following three things:

1: Double and triple posting is against forum rules. You should use the 'edit' button in the bottom right corner of your post windows if you want to add more information to a post. Double posting is spam, and can lead to infractions.
2: You should post your character's profile here and in the W@RF profile thread.
3: We don't want characters in W@RF who are gonig to march in lasers blazing and try and shipwreck the plot. The plot needs to change, but it should be a slow process. We don't really want characters who come in and blow everything up and mess everything around and make themselves all important.
Your other problem is that since your character is a parasite, who do you think you'll be infecting? Whose going to want to hand you full control of their characters?

occ: :( sorry about that. Guess that means I should be more careful...

OOC:
Hey parralax im not trying to be mean but please dont TRIPLE POST!!!
just edit youre last post and welcome to the forums
(also does anyone comment on this anymore?)

Pointblanc-slig, it's usually ok to explain rules to someone. But explaining rules after a mod has already explained the rules is stupid and spam. I think he heard when I said it.

sorry splat i didnt know there was a 12th page and i thought i was on the last page when i saw that

sorry

OOC: Hmm... I seem to have missed out on Splat's epic finale for Anni and Dionysia... ****.

Oh well... Hmm... no posts for about a week and half... not the first time and most likely far from the last... Oh well.

IC: Ark watched as the two Mudokons walked out, out the only life they knew, walked into a completely different one. He knew the feeling, in a way, but also recognized that it was in very different circumstances. He wanted to do more for them, though he couldn't think of what he could do for them at the moment. He could do more for them later when he was alone, but nothing now.

SU-01 said something about getting back to his post as he returned to the factory. Filing in behind the robot Ark wondered if he should of gone with them.

"No, I'm here for a reason, even if I'm not quite sure what that reason it. I can't leave now... not now..." Ark muttered to himself. Surprised that he had spoken aloud, he looked up, only to see that he was no longer behind SU-01. He was alone in the middle of the factory with no idea where he was.. again.

"Ugh..." he started to say before a look of contemplation crossed his feature, "hey, what about that other Mudokon that we left... in the room... with Dr..."

Dawning realization made him turn to the closest stair that he passed, and Ark started to run.

OOC: Not much actually in this, just kind of want to prove I was still alive, and maybe set it up so that Ark can rush in and see Krik doing something again... or not, he may not make it in time. I might edit this later to correct wording and spelling, as I'm writing this when I should be sleeping... in fact that's what I'm going to do...

OOC: Oops, been a while since I posted! Doesn't look like I've missed much though.

IC:

Hembar patiently waited in the dark for her eyes to adjust. It was oddly quiet; perhaps they were too far away from whatever machinery was running in the facility, but whatever the case, she could hear nothing but breathing.

Breathing? That wasn't her own breath she could hear!

Leaping to her feet, she swayed uncertainly and staggered a little to the side, accidentally bumping the vykker sneaking up behind her.

Startling herself with the contact, she spun around to face towards where he must've been, and stepped backwards slowly with her hands held out defensively in front of her.

"Who's there?" she still couldn't see clearly, so that was really all she could do.

IC:
With a sharp pang in his small brain, Crunchy knew the Mudokon (Hembar) was in danger. And he was getting close. He broke into a run, his claws rattling against the metal floor plates.

OOC - right after a long gap from being told i can join in im now going to finally join in :L

IC - Muchu finally arrived at a strange and unfamiliar setting. Far different to the jungle he grew up in, he had never seen anything like it in his entire life.

'off the train, scruff' - sayd the slig guard, as he cracked poor muchu on his spine with his gun handle, and muchu landed face flat on the hard floor.

'oww, that hurt' thought muchu.

The train raced off and left muchu to his devices...and the company of an ugly slig.

'Shift those scrawny legs slave' the slig nudged muchu onward.

'at least i have legs' thought muchu.

OOC - right i dont know what happens to slaves from this point onward? do they get sorted or what? assistance please.

ooc: Sorry for delay. Demotivated, other stuff to do...
'S not good.
Also, sorry this bit is so short; there's only Krik to move and action bits generally lead to short posts.

IC:
Krik was raising the syringe, ready to plunge it into the native when suddenly she jumped up, knocking into him. He stumbled back, half from the bump and half from surprise, but the mud was looking around randomly and shouting something; it was obvious she couldn't see him.
Not wishing to miss this opportunity, he lunged at her with the syringe, aiming to jab her pretty much anywhere he could reach.


ooc: Jim is waiting for one of the other mudokons where Emlech died. I don't remember specifically who.

***OOC***

I am alive! Know that! Well... I am having my free time raped by school but I am still alive 83! So... something quite simple to get back on track because I hope to come back as soon as posible :3. Still this will be quite short with only both my guys getting back and little more.

**KK7 (Dusts him off)***

Wanting it or not KK7 was feeling a bit sick. Reason? Well, a dead Vykker to that matter [Note: Remember that KK7 was with Flad and company :3? Ok so he remained silent a lot…] and what seemed to have been a little battleground. In the open, in forest, caves or so he would’ve been at home! Here in his first day of work he simply sighed and tried to be as little noticeable as possible.

When the Snoozer came over he left his mouth open, when it did leave the mouth probably was already getting to ground level alongside with most his body.

‘This’ he thought ‘Is definitely special, yep’ As he tried to digest most the information before a huge hand graved him from the tentacles.

*** Both Dbreak and KK7 ***

The Big Bro had been fallowing the Snoozer quite silently after it… he… whatever, begun walking away. He wasn’t in a chatty mood to say the truth and right now the bit of a grizzly scene he saw was of little matter to him as he had seen it previously and the only thing he made a mental note of was to talk to the guys that were mangled to let them know about Anni’s quite literal escapade.

“If nife to see ya againf buddy” KK7 commented as best as possible. A moment afterwards he did his best attaching himself to the Big Bro’s back as to breathe again “Any news in your front? I seem to be making friends”

“You could say I did” Dbreak commented nonchalantly “Shame you will not meet them”

“Huh?”

To KK7 seeing his buddy with a serious attitude like that did mean that something good had happened… or something had been screwed so badly he wished for to not have happened at all.

“Nothing” The Big Bro assured him “We will talk latter about that, right now we have somewhere to go” Pointing at the Snoozer he simply continued behind him until he stopped.

They were, again, where this little hell had begun so to speak.

-----OOC-----

Oh, look ! I'm not dead :D

-----IC-----

SU-01 quickly scanned everyone around, and after he identified everyone, he spoke loudly, so his voice could cover the ambiant noise.

"OK, everyone. Security has arrived. I demand you all to stay calm and not to leave the factory. You will be charged for this incident otherwise, I have your IDs registered. Thank you for your cooperation."

He turned to Jim.

"Stay around, I will have something to tell you after this mess is cleaned." he said quietly so only Jim could hear him.

He then walked up to #7 slig, still unconscious. He scanned his body and his healing device appeared under his arm.

"He's badly wounded...I can't fix him up in such proportions...Let's see what I can do."

A cloudy blue beam surrounded #7 slig while SU-01 was emptying his battery cells to heal him up.

After a while an auditive warning was heard.

"Warning ! Energy critical."

SU-01 stopped. He had fixed his patient the best he could and at least his days weren't endangered, but the slig would be in for a trip to the infirmery and a few days/weeks of rest...Once he regained conciousness.

OOC: Ok people, I'm new here and I'm new to RPGs so bear with me.
I've posted this on the profile thread and here. As the rules say it ;)

Forgive me pals, I'm still new at this

Name: Mudoo
Species: Mudokon
Age: 18 (Human years)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Mudoo has a grey skin tone and not much else of interest. He takes a black ripped shirt everywhere tucked in his pants like a handkerchief. Where did that ripped shirt came from? He's not telling. Well, not yet anyways.
Equipment: Nothing but his pants and lucky shirt.
Personality: Mudoo isn't very talkative, but he can be a good friend. He's an artist at heart :) and likes to joke around with close buddies even if he doesn't talk much. He likes to go to old, abandoned places around the Rupture Farms and paint odd pictures.
History: He's not very talkative about his history but rumor is that it has something to do with his lucky shirt and odd paintings. Paintings of another lifetime perhaps?

IC:

A new life, he thinks, as he catches the first glimpses of Rupture Farms, as the train makes its way onto the FeeCo train station. Mudoo grabs his ripped shirt one more time before the train stops. Nervous as he his, he still needs to make his own path from now on.

The Factory---------------------

Mudoo arrives at the station and thinks to himself:
"It's time to make a living... ..I-I better go check in at the security offices."

Silly him for thinking there would be closed doors... Mudokons are all over the place. Stressed, worried. Some running. Some.. Flying. With the aid of sligs, of course.

"H-Hello, I'm here to apply for a job."

me join!
 

Name: Mr bile
Race: Slig
Gender: Male
Age: Oddworld
Appearance: dark blue skin, fast working legs.
Personality: stealthy, good at finding out bad things, good at reporting.
Equipment: a machine gun, pistol, knife, note pad and one of those phone things.
History: Born and raised in Slig Barracks tunnel 4, Mr bile was trained in the art of stealth and gun operations, His family got killed by "The Terrorist Abe" and Mr bile swore revenge on his family, He left Slig Barracks with his closest Freinds who had related incidents with "Abe" after about 5 months most had left him.
He came across RuptureFarms and decided to get a job there.
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Mr bile is walking up to the bosses assistant to opt for a job as a Slig guard.

Mr bile got the job and has just found two lazy mudokons stealing food resources...naughty mudokons!

ooc: Mr Mudokon, I think its fair to say that having come so far and limped on in such pain, W@RF has finally reached its end; sometimes its kinder to let things die, which is why I won't be correcting any of the mistakes you made in your post.

Barring spirited objections from at least 5 active members of W@RF, I shall declare Work to officially have come to an end at Rupture Farms. It is a sad day that an RPG more than 8 years old, the oldest of it's kind I've ever encountered, has finally reached its end, but nothing lasts forever (except taxes) and everything eventually goes stale when it gets too old.

Nothing is more deserving of a proper Viking funeral (with a burning boat going over a waterfall in the fjords and weeping valkyrie warriors and everything) than this thread. Congrats to Dripik for making something so successful, and a huge thanks to all those wonderful people who made it great over the years.

Goodbye W@RF; ye shall be missed.

I'm here to pay my respects and basically agree with everything Splat said.

*Drops flower on coffin*

Although my posts were infrequent and usually overdue, I have really enjoyed playing this RP with everyone and shall have fond memories of it being the first RP I have ever taken part in.

Farewell W@RF, I shall miss you so.

Wuh...!

Well, while I'd like to be one of the "spirited objections from at least 5 active members of W@RF" I don't think I really can, since I'm not exactly active and I think Splat has a point.

It's been fun, but I guess as people venture forth into the great unknown they just have less time for the things like this! So many thanks to Dripik for creating this in the beginning and to everyone else who moulded the storyline of W@RF to be what it was!

Farewell to my first Oddworld RP. I ob=nly wish I was here longer.

...
 

Same here...

W@RF will always be in everyone's minds when it comes to Oddworld Roleplaying on the OWF. Who knows, maybe it can start again in a few months/years time when new Oddworld games come out. There's still hope!

OOC: Hey guys, kinda new to this forum, I'll try my best at RPing!
Name: Jym
Race: Slig
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: A normal slig
Personality: Plays Video Games and like to joke around
Equipment: Rifle, First Aid Kit
History: Unknown
As I'm writing this, I have realized this RPG is dead. Whoops!

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f1/64...0ab41cfb9a.jpg
mfw the three month bump restriction has finally been lifted

You can still roleplay as if it's post-apocalyptic setting, and you're all alone!

Work at Rupture Farms (v.76)?

Now this idea seems much less appealing.

Alcar and his sweet little lies

So the buggy product what technically is multiplayer but in actuality is a buggy desolated place are the forums, after all?

I want my money back.