[toxicallpro]

OOC: I'm glad you like him. I figured he'd be a fun type of character to play with and every adventure needs a light-hearted character. Be careful with continuity, though. After the flare, the sligs went running into the woods to investigate and Sal followed after them. What happened to the sligs?
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Most of the natives had been rounded up in Norg and the area was secure, so when Vernon called in the order to swarm on the orgin of the flare every last one of the sligs went rushing into the woods. Upwards of 40 to 50 of them. Sal was trailing behind them, but the sligs seemed uninterested. The army of sligs was trudging along fairly slowly through the woods, because their mechanical legs were never intended to walk on anything but concrete or steel. Sal, however, hit the tree line and took off like a gabbit in the water. As he elogantly traversed his natural environment towards the origin of the flare, he yelled back to the sligs. "RACE YA!".

Sal had travelled pretty far into the forest, never once slowing down. He had heard a grenade go off earlier and figured it was just more fireworks, so he kept heading in that direction. Eventually the trees thinned out a little, and Sal came upon a creek with a large, dead, headless creature lying next to it. The creature resembled the ones he had been racing, but it was much bigger. Sal unscrewed a couple of particularly shiny bolts from the dead creatures legs before he noticed a cave entrance a few yards away. Sitting outside the cave were a couple of Steef. One of whom he recognized as the poison shop owner. Sal ran over to the steef.

*(copied from prior post)* "Hey!!!! I saw fireworks! Where'd they go!?" The mudokon said crazily. His hair was dishelved, and he was covered in dirt. It looked like it had gone through Hell itself, but the stupid grin on its face suggested it had just been to a funhouse. Flaxis mouth opened and closed without making any noise. Thats when the smoke reached his eyes and mouth, and he started to cough. The mudokon was somehow unaffected.

"Fine if you're not going to talk...Lookit what I found!" He held up a Flaxis's assualt rifle. "I found this on the way!!! I'll sell it to you for...hows about 50 moolah?!" It made a mock-seller's face. Calvarr just stood there, looking at the mudo. "Oh, by the way, me name is Sal! Hows ya doing?!" Flaxis just gave up trying to understand, and tried to punch Sal in the face. With a childish eagerness, his blocked it and went into a boxer pose, singing some theme song that had "eye of the tiger" in the lines.*(end copy)*

"hey," Sal said while putting down his dukes "you guys better get to work. There is a HUGE crowd on its way to see the fireworks. I hope you're ready..." the mudokon leaned forward and whispered "...they don't seem like the patient type"

Flaxis tensed up. His eyes squinted tightly. Through his teeth he asked Sal "....exactly how many are coming?"

"Oooh.....probably two million. They all seem pretty excited to get here, too"