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OOC: That's right. I've decided to rear my ugly head again, after about three days of reading this thread. First - nit picking, mainly for the newbies. Wheee, look at all the little one-person subplots that are whirling around the place! How about people try to stick to the main one until they get the idea, hey? And perhaps wait until there are less of the things.
Next - spelling. Everyone's guilty of it, I wouldn't be suprised if I had some mistakes in here. The trouble is when every second word can't be found in a dictionary. For heaven's sake, check before you press the little button to submit! Please!
Finally, though it's hard to tell for me, what with reading them all at once, don't spam up the thread with half a dozen posts a day. I hate it when that happens...
And, yes, this heralds another one of my tangents of RPG playing. I ought to get that seen to... in any case, I'm joining again. Odd help you...
And just so you don't have to go into the Profile Thread, I'll put the profiles here as well. Aren't I kind? And yes, they are old characters. I'll just have to re-introduce them.

Name: "Nails"
Species:Slig
Gender: Male
Age: His age in physical years is a little over 15. His equivilant age is 53.
Appearance: Old and beaten. His skin is pale green and covered in scar tissue, and he is missing some tentacles.
Bio: Nails (tough-as) is an old slig. Experienced, too. He's been involved in many rebellions and minor battles, and was until recently a drill-sergeant at the slig barracks. The sound of his voice has sent BB sligs into a foetal ball, bringing them violently back to days of being woken up at 5:00 am by a voice complaining about how he had been brought mudokons instead of sligs to do back breaking, strenuous tasks. He didn't get the BB slig steroids himself because the effects would be too unreliable on an older slig. He is a bit of a freak for slig standards, being focused and on task all the time. The near collapse of the barracks had him leave. He also has a terrible addiction to cheap cigarettes, staining his tentacles and giving him a hacking cough with hacking voice.
Items: He has a modern gun and a grenade launcher straped to his back, as well as a mud spoocebow. It doesn't work without a mudokon, of course, but he keeps it as a souvineer. He also has on him a packet of cigarettes and a half-smoked cigarette. No matter where he is or what's happening, he always has on him a half-smoked cigarette.

Name: Armpit
Species: Slog
Gender: Male
Age: (In slog years) 50
Appearance: Like his owner; beaten and scarred. Like his owner, it doesn't mean he's weak, it means he's a survivor of many fights.
Backstory: Nails' slog. Presumibly he had a different name as a sloggie, but now it's armpit because he smells like one.

Name: Duagen
Species: Mudokon
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance:White body paint in stripes up his arms and legs, one stripe to a limb and visible at the front, extending up his body with his legs and across from his arms, all leading to a point below his neck. Red and yellow feathers sprout from his head in all directions. A rather fit and healthy mud.
Backstory: Duagen is a native mudokon. Not freed, he always has been. He is knoledgeable in surviving in the wild on his own, and is trained in using a spoocebow, which he uses to take down animals to eat. He is good at hiding, stayng quiet, waiting, and knowing when to stop waiting.
Items: He has a backpack, within which he keeps items of food and supplies of water, a heavy stick, and a pair of flint stones. He also carries with him, strapped to his arm at all times, a spoocebow.

That's it. I won't post I.C. yet, or this post would be absurdedly huge.