[Munch's Master]

ooc: If the RP seems to be struggling due lack of Industrials, I'll add one. I have like 20 characters (major and minor) from my fics that haven't been used in anything yet, so I'll pick one of them at random. Also ,I'll be editing my sig to add a link to here, to give it better publicity, so guys like Havoc, big bro boogie and dripik might join.
IC:
Hadda woke up in what was left of his hut- a few burnt sticks tied rouhgly together with Paramite gut and vine, and got up.
The terrible slaughter yesterday had caused him to see his best friend get gunned down, and he was depressed.
He walked out of his hut, picking up the spear he had made rough and ready during the chaos of the previous day at seeing the destruction about the village, and headed off to the stream to get something to drink. Maybe he could find something to eat as well, and get his mind off the carnage.
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Laskar also woke up, he had never meant to fall asleep, due to the industrial attacks and the danger that they may be repeated, but the injuries and lack of energy had lulled him off.
He snatched up his rifle, slipped it into it's holster, slung it over his shoulder, then walked out of his tent.
He had had the foresight to take the standard issue survivall tent the Sligs were provided with for out of factory missions back when he deserted a month or so earlier, and it miraculously had survived the hell of yesterday.
He thuoght to himsellf: 'Better go find Cheddar an' tell him I wanna be a sentry. We need as many guards as we can get now, an' I could help out a lot.'
He headed off in the direction he knew the old shaman's private hut to be, looking around in horror and sadness at the wreckage littering the place, and hoping that most of the villagers had survived, particularly young Hadda.