[Zerox]

OOC: To my knowledge, all the doors to the cafeteria were locked, but then got opened.
Sturg barely let go of the legs, he was essentially an atom away from them when it blew up. He only really attempted to, sorry if it was rather confusing in that sense.
I don't think #10 blowing up is too gory, really, it happens in the games, doesn't it, in AO and AE? Violence like that is hardly all that common, but it's not really much more than the level in the actual games, so I see no problems with it.

IC: Everything was foggy. Various things around were in hysteria, as pieces of meat lay on the floor. Slig. He could tell from the smell. Where was he again? Oh yeah, Rupturefarms...was this really worth it? Possibly. So many years in solitude, and having almost any form of social interaction with...something may have been worth this...he just didn't want to die. Not yet. He couldn't. The rest of his race, where ever they were, depended on him to continue living. He tried to stand, hissing with the effort. He managed to get up, and took a step before collapsing again on his feet. His insides throbbed with pain, his heart trying to beat blood around his damaged organs. He needed help, at least some support. He slowly loped across the floor towards the nearby Big Bro from before who had taken the net off of him. It seemed nice enough. He hissed "H-h-heeeelp..." then slumped against the wall.