[MarsMudoken]

OOC: Awesome. Let the slaughter, er, games, BEGIN! Also I've noticed a severe flaw. You'll notice that my slig is Three. You're not dealing with a kindergardiner. Slig's live 20 years so Krivzee is in slig years 24 or so. Some of your sligs are around 35. Those aren't fit young sligs. Those guys are DEAD. In fact Moyris is 50. That would be like 250 years old. Seriously. And Mr. H? Muds live 40 years. Yours is 50. Your mudoken host is a rotting corpse. EDIT NOW!
PS: That Byron is a douche. Let's see who uses who as a meat-shield first...
PPS: I edited my profile.

IC: Krivzee stared around at the group whilst listening to the commander. When he hears about the headset, he goes to grab one. After fitting it on he hears "Testing testing, respond if you can hear this message."

"Roger" says Krivzee, glad to see technology again. So much power...on his ears. He notices this wolvark. He calls everyone a pansy. What a jerk. He takes a flashlight and passes it to a slig. The wolvark checks his flashlight, and walks inside. Krivzee, not to be outdone, says "Anyone coming with me?" and walks in.

Krivzee picks up a headset.
Krivzee asks for help.
Krivzee walks in anyways, hoping that anyone that decides to come hurries behind him. It's creepy.