OOC:
Actually,
1st: His writing
is legible; granted it's not perfect but I can understand it and that's more than I can say for a lot of the people who have joined over the years.
2nd: We
need ordinary characters for this RPG to survive. I personally think his profile is just fine, and Splat has also said so. There comes a point where there is no such thing as originality anyway.
3rd: I have no idea what you're on about, he posted his profile in W@RF Profile Thread V.2 like he was supposed to and posted it here like he was supposed to, so... what's the problem?
So welcome to the RPG, slig# 5719
Good to see someone who can construct a solid character profile and who can actually spell the word "the"
Just work on your punctuation a bit, without commas it kind of looks like we'd run out of breath trying to read your sentences
Now, I should probably post IC sometime like now...
IC:
"Anyway," Anni declared loudly, "What we're doing is," She glanced at Jim, "Meat comes through that little hatchways and down the conveyor and gets ground up and then over there it gets pounded. So we have to make sure it's getting mushed up properly and then if it doesn't we probably mess with the controls until it does."
Ralph nodded, "Sounds straightforward enough. But once we get things running down here, it's probably best if I head back up to the packaging area myself, since that's the job I was assigned to. But it'd be very useful if one of you could come with me for that."
Just then, a snoozer (
SU-01) entered the room, appearing to have come from the basement. It walked closer to them, then started speaking in a robotic voice:
"Your attention, please ! As you might know, the basement is infested with paramites. I just went through their territory and they might be a little upset right now. Since you're working pretty close to it, I recommend all of you to be carefull. At least, until this problem is solved, and I can assume this is gonna be taking care of soon. So be prepared to have some more paramite meat to work on..."
Shrugging, Ralph moved to start working as the snoozer started walking away, then it spoke again:
"I will act like I didn't notice that little paramite with you...until I get further instructions..."
"What... paramite...?" looking around the room as the snoozer left, Ralph's eyes stopped on the huge bag belonging to the outlaw (
Skullik). Quickly putting two and two together, he asked somewhat incredulously, "You're
carrying a
paramite with you like it's some kind of pet?"