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Ok. Looks like you can't expect regular replies, because I suppose I'm a bit of an ass. But I'll try to post somewhat regularly.

One slig, one scrab, three paramites and seven mudokons later, the far door closed as the slaughter ended. The other door opened, and some mudokon slaves walked in and started cleaning up the gore, some sobbing as they cleaned up that guy from down the hall. The glukkons watched with gleaming eyes as the window closed. Most of the sligs were trembling; knowing that what would happen to them if they were to be punnished would be like what happened in that pit.
The glukkon turned to his guests. “I hope you all enjoyed my little show” he said, “but now, to business.”
“We all hold prominent footholds in our market – but, could we do better? Could we rise above the competition? Could we, perhaps, rise to the status that RuptureFarms once had? There is a niche in the market, gentleglucks, and I suggest we seize it with an iron fist!”
He waited for a moment. And then another. He looked down at his slig.
“Yeah? Wh- Oh!” The slig said. He slammed his fist down on the table. “With an iron fist! Yeah. Like that.” He stuttered.
The glukkon glared at the slig, then continued, “We can do combined what we could not do divided. The whole is greater than the sum of the parts – join with me, and we can dominate the market!”
He looked over his guests. He had selected them for three things – their general stupidity, their gullibility, and the fact that together they had the funds to do what he had just said. Anyway, it was cheaper than hiring an assassin and forging a will.
The other glukkons looked at him, and he could imagine them all figuring out a plot to rise above the others in the room and get the combined company for themselves. All had no idea that the others were doing the same – all but the host. In turn, they all agreed to his offer.
“Excellent. If you would all sign this paper…”
If this story were a film, then the view would probably zoom out, though the gory pen, through various animal processors, through several employees and slaves, and finally come to the enterance of the facility, revealing the name of the factory.
But I can’t write in binary for you to plug into your computer, so you’ll just have to imagine it. Yes, even the name of the factory.

I sneaked into the hub. Luckily for me, there were handy rocks in front of all the doorways. I peeked from behind the rock. I shot back behind it, suffering a shooting pain for my troubles.
The security had been beefed up. The first obvious thing is that they were standing alert. They must have found their buddy. Then there were more of them. Then I realised the third different thing.
There were slogs in here. Vicious things, they can and will take on a creature many times their size and capability. I could take on about half a dozen of them, but then I’d be full of bullet holes before I could think “I wonder if the guards noticed that?”
What I needed way a way to get into one of the entrances, unnoticed.
Because of some weird universal law I found my self looking for a chandelier rope, but to no avail. What made it even weirder, I didn’t know what a chandelier was.
If I could speak, I could probably distract them. But a paramites mouth, despite the similarities, cannot make the same sounds that a slig’s can. It’s probably because there may be something behind a sligs tentacles, but a paramite’s fingers are their mouths.
Maybe I could take advantage of how alert the sligs were. But what about the slogs?
With some pained dificulty, I bent down, picked up a rock in my mouth and – stoped.
If I could distract the sligs and the slogs, it would be a whole lot easier. I carefully put the rock down and got a slab of meat from my pack.
With my fingernails, I carefully cut the slab into a rock-like shape. It wasn’t a perfect job, because paramite nails are for scooping, but it would do. The, using my fingers as a catapult, I threw it to the other side of the cavern. I heard a damp splat as it hit the floor, then the sound of about a dozen guns clicking and a half-dozen various different barks as the slogs scrambled for the meat. I loped to the next doorway and went through.

Oh yeah, and look out for my sketches, jsut as soon as we can attach our scanner to the computer.