(OOC: I'll see if I can have a go at squeezing back into the storyline. For now, it appears that I may have time just to pop into this thread every few days. Seeing as my last... must be two or three posts were practically ignored, I'll ignore them as well, so my characters might be jumping around a bit from where they were.)
IC: Groll, instead of being at the boiler rooms, has decided on some "target practice" just outside RuptureFarms. Although the design of the scope on his gun gave him a near perfect aim, he just felt like shooting something. He aimed at a scrab he could see in one of the pens, then thought better of it.
Groll's thoughts:"Better practice on something that's not alive."
He aimed at some rocks lying on the ground a short distance away and fired three shots in rapid succession at three seperate rocks, hitting the center of each one and sending loud noises echoing out across the stockyards.
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Sefon, instead of being in the grinding area, is heading towards the cafeteria.
He sees two mudokons, a slig, and a big bro slig.
Sefon:"Hey guys, who's big brother here? Wait a minute, who's everyone here?"
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I'LL GET MAH STABBIN KNIFE!
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