IC: Sturg woke up. Thankfully, nothing had attacked him. There must be plenty of other food as it is for now.
Hmmm...maybe that poster was outdated, or only for part of the world. For now, he rolled it up and held it in one pair of short claws. Maybe some of the workers in Rupture Farms would know anything about it, if he showed them the poster? He looked around. This was an old, unused part, but he knew that some was operational, otherwise tehre wouldn't be any smoke, Sligs, or trains going back and forth.
How could he get to another part? There was a few doors. He looked around a bit. He found an old area with lots of old barrels and the like (production lines). There was a small room nearby, like an encased metal box thing. He remembered vaguely something like this...a lift. it could take you up and down floors. He went in, and found a few buttons. Only a few were dimly lit. He poked a cople of buttons with his jaws. Nothing happened. he started getting more enraged, and ended up bashing the side of the lift. It creaked nastily, and he jumped out quickly, shocked. Evidently it didn't work. He savaged a barrel in rage, and had more of a look. Another lift. This one had more operational buttons. He jabbed some again. Unexpectedly, it juddered, and the door closed. But it started to sink. Damnation.
When he got down, he decided he mgiht as well have a bit of a look. The first room was nasty, full of disgusting, putrid waste. Only Slurgs and Fleeches crawled around here. He went around, finding a tough door. With difficulty, he pushed it open and found some stairs; He went up.
He ended up in the nests again. Hmm...these stairs continued up. He went up again.
He found an odd room, with cages scattered around, and he sensed brightness. He dared not go in farther yet...he stepped back a little, and stumbled on the thin stairs, knocking with a bang into the wall and rolled down a bit. Sturg sorta just sat, dazed.
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