((ooc: Welcome onboard L.o! Have a blast as RuptureFarms, mind the meat saws and angry caged animals and you'll do just fine!))
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*RM dashes down the zulag on his quest for The Porcelain God (...in other words: The toilet) *
RM: Oh man! This my typical luck! *hic* Like I wouldn't have enough problems of my own and now this? Rotten food... Where is this world---hey! *stops running*
RM: ... Why am I running? I don't even feel...
sick or anything. I actually feel fine. Heh. *shrugs and smiles widely*
RM: I must be growing old. *starts whistling and marching towards his post at the grinding station*
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RM: Another day, another...uh...yeah. Another day at the grinding station.
*Looks down to the conveyor belt, where the huge scrab carcasses are being chopped into pieces*
RM: ...poor critters.
*leans against the railing of the platform. He lifts his gaze from the meatsaws to the employer status screen on the wall.*
RM's thoughts:
... no casualties. Arnie has done a great job keeping this run-down factory on the line. From the stories I have heard, from the time Molluck was still in charge, this place was truly a slaughterhouse. Sligs could do whatever they wanted with the slaves... How horrible. *sigh*
RM:... I wonder how Jayne is doing... *leans to the railing with his full weight* I hope they treat her well. She is a Queen of her kind-- she deserves to be treated well. Vince, Correll and Smudge too... Oh Odd, how I miss them all.
*all of the sudden, the railing gives in----*
RM: !! What the--- whoa!
*---and RM falls to the conveyor belt below and lands with a loud thud*
RM: Owwwww....wha---? *raises his head and sees the large meatsaws looming right above him*
RM: No, no--NO! Not again! *rolls aside, barely being able to dodge the sharp blades*
I should've stayed in bed! *jumps up and starts running along the belt, dodging the meatsaws*
RM's thoughts:
If I remeber correctly, there should be a waste meat container somewhere near! I could jump there, because if I keep running along this line, I'll end up in the grinders. *quickly scans the surrounding area and sees an old smudged sign*
"Waste---" the rest is illegible! This one should better be the right one, because I'm only few feets away from the grinders! So it's, either this or mincemeat! Here goes nothing!
*jumps off the conveyot belt and straight into the dark hole of the Waste Meat Container*
*Bang!*
RM: OW!
*Smash!*
RM: Augh--
*Crash!*
RM:--eek!
*Riiiiiiiiiiip!*
RM: Ah, my leg!
*after the long fall, he lands roughly on the bottom of the container, accompanied with a sickening crack and a long howl of pain.*
RM: AAAAHHH!! Wh-wh... I...-- *brings his hands to his abdomed, only to feel a foreign object sticking out of it and the feel of of his own warm blood pulsing out of the wound* ...---I...---A...-a..am...---I ...ugh.. *faints*
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((This is the end, ladies and gents... this is the end... or is it...?
))