OOC:
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me karakter bigbroglukon wit supapowaful gun! he shoot evry1 bam bam bam this rpg over start a nu 1 ol abaut mee!
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Stick to General Discussion. Roleplaying is not your thing, believe me.
Same goes for you Fil. If you find reading long posts troublesome, it'll be best if you leave. You'd be fried if Slaveless was still around...
(his posts are record winners in lenght)
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"Well guys ya heard da boss! Let's go round up that Jim guy and get to our post! I'm sure boss got more things ta botha with then our ugly mugs all day."
"Read my mind, that Slig did." thought Arnie with a smirk as Gewehr called out to Anni and Skullik. At least there's a member in the group who tends to motivate the others - effectively or not. Group 1 should be OK, but...
Arnie looked at the others in Cafeteria. Appart from the people who had not got their jobs yet, there were still some workers around who were already in a working group. Dionysia's expression caught his attention. The female Mudokon's face showed signs of fury and disobediance. Arnie still remembered the message Dionysia brought him - she got used to being treated differently just for being a 'prototype'.
The Glukkon turned away from the Mudokon. He felt that the workers needed further motivation. He turned to #7 Slig, who was standing next to him. "Blank shot, aimed at the ceiling." he told the Slig in a low voice.
"...what?" aked #7 Slig, unprepared for the order.
Arnie made no reply but turned to RG instead. "Blank shot, aimed at the ceiling."
RG did not make any objections. He removed a grey cartridge from one of his torso compartments and loaded it into his rifle. He aimed at the ceiling and pulled the trigger.
The Cafeteria rang for seconds after RG made the shot. Arnie called out to everyone in general. "If you got your orders, go and get to them!"
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OOC: I'll really get to the rest of you soon, it's still a few days until my exams are over.