OCC: Thanks guy, i'll post my intro right now. See the W@RF thread for his profile.
Mech shifted uncomfortably in the small corner of the train he had stowed away on. Coal dust and dirt flew into his eyes and mouth, making him cough and blink quickly. He hated this, but it was the only way to get into Rupture Farms without alerting the bastard who had done this to him. Mech closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But it wouldn't come. He was so worked up about this lead that he hadn't even been able to take a nap.
After what seemed a lifetime, the train finally started to slow down. It came to a screeching halt, send more dust and dirt everywhere. Mech grimanced, and pulled himself up. Looking around carefully, he made sure the way was clear. Satisfied, he jumped off the train and onto the hard yet cool concrete. He pulled a katana halfway out of it's sheath, and slowly walked to the nearest door, which was marker MEAT PROCESSING LEVEL 7. He opened the door and quickly back away, but no one jumped out. He took a tentative step into it, and, gaining confidence, strode into the abyss-like door, and a pair of auto-lights flicked on. Scrab meat hung on grisly hooks while a slight chill permeated the air. Mech could see his breath. At the end of the room, another steel door waited. Mech grabbed the handle, and heaved. The door clanged back, revealing the horrible sight within.
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