[T-nex]

Ooc|- I think we need more Industrial ppl :S. Out of so many characters, we only have 3 sligs on the industrial side i think...

Niamae woke up with the sound of a hungry Paramite, dragging the remainings of his food away. He hadn't had a place to store it, so he usually hung dryed meat to his loinclothe if he'd be away from the tribe in a longer amount of time, which he usually was. Without thinking over it, he took a stone and threw it at the Paramite, and then stood up in a sudden move. It was enough to scare the paramite away. He rubbed his head and straightened out his feathers. He was still in search for the survivors of the village, only to see if the Head Shaman was still alive. it was a bit of a long time since he'd checked last time, and got a bit worried, although he wouldn't show that to anyone. He ate a bit of his food, and then he packed the rest of the stuff. He always had his Slingshot read, in chase of enemy sligs.

IN a more distant place, Bass was alone, in search for anything on two legs. He'd either shoot them or join them, depending on if it was a slig or a mud. He took out his radio, and called: "This is 182, If anyone listenes, respond immediatly, over."
He waited a while and repeated the message.
He didn't like the thought of moving alone in a Mudokon forrest. He knew that they were good when it came to silent killings. Well most of them were. He also missed some company since he was very bored.