OOC: I know what you mean, MM, the more good RPers there are the better. It's going to feel like it's just our three characters in the whole complex, which is just, not good. Don't leave, Gretin! We need as many as possible!
It's tempting to suggest we put this on hold till the other RPers get back.
IC: Gore closed the cage door and locked it, careful not to use his broken hand.
Goresplatter: "Righto, by the end of this, he'll have to get what's coming to him, no matter what. What a sick freak."
He glared angrily at the unconcious Vykker in the cage. He then turned his attention to Terrence, though his face was hard to look at, so he stared at the mudokon's feet.
Goresplatter: "I don't think there's anything we can do for this guy. He has to be in constant pain. I think it would be best if we put him down later."
Gore got the knockout gas and eased it onto Terrence. The mangled mudokon drooled and lied down, asleep. He sat him in the corner and scratched his head.
Goresplatter: "By the way, if this can help with the leg conversion, you can have it."
He offered the tiny saw which Vykker X had used to escape the first cage. It was about the length of a mudokon's finger, and extremely sharp.