[Goresplatter]

OOC: Sorry sorry! Didn't mention in the previous posts, but I got a new graphics card, processor and motherboard, and my network was screwed up for a while afterwards. Hence, no internet for me :/
I've tried to read up, but it's alot to read back on, and I might forget some of whats happening.
EDIT: Spotted some directed questions; The Delivery Boy (you can call him Terrence) is a mudokon. Albeit, a pretty freaky and wrecked one. It IS alright for him to recieve mechanical implants.
IC:

Gore was running down a long corridor, from a scrab. He looked down, his organic legs working their full pace. Suddenly, a blade from the wall jutted out, and cleanly sliced off his legs. He shuffled round on the floor, the scrab getting closer and closer. He woke up screaming.
After a short while, he realised where he was again. He had fallen asleep, or gone out cold, or slipped into a coma, in the corner of the labs. He was wide awake, but feeling ill. Then, he remembered what he was there for.
Goresplatter: "Ebryn nt infolfed wif a frien geb oud pleass."
His tongue was numb, and he could barely speak. He tried to stand up, but his legs failed him, and he collapsed in the corner again. He waited for a short while, and eventually could feel his tongue coming back to him.
Goresplatter: "I can't feel my legs!"
He was slightly shocked. The numbness from his legs was moving to the rest of his body, he could feel it. Hanging onto the edge of conciousness and feeling very ill, he spoke softly.
Goresplatter: "Molt OK?"