Work at Rupture Farms (v.9)

[Jimmy-le-sniper]

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@ Odd Ryan :

You also have to make your character arrive by a FeeCo train, at the station. You can't spawn like that in the factory

You should also post your character's profile here.

[Splat]

ooc: Odd Ryan, before you start posting here, please learn to use a full stop (the little thing that looks like this . ) and capital letters! It will make your posts a thousand times easier to read and will generally give you a much better reputation around the forums as a whole.

IC:
Anni nodded reluctantly at Skullik's suggestion. She stood up at looked over at Gewehr who had started work with one of the machines. "Look, Gewehr, I'm sorry about loosing my temper. But Arnie doesn't like it when the slig's hit mudokons; it's been one of his rules from the start, as far as I know. Jim wasn't being rude; he was just frightened of you. He's frightened of all sligs."

She paused and then added, "There are more machines upstairs. Maybe Jim could go and work up there; Skullik could go up with him if you want, and then he can work without having to worry about you; I can work down here."

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Dionysia had wondered to the doorway of the store room and was watching the mud run back and forwards loading meat into the machinery. "See, it's working now. Do I really have to say here?" She muttered to Arthur.

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Krik's train pulled away from the station with a jerk an an enourmous wheeze which flooded the station with smoke. It began to thin, drawn into the void left by the exit of the metal behemoth. Out of the smoke emerged a slig.
It was bigger than a normal slig, but if it was a big bro it was very small. Its pants were battered and rusty; they were a very old model, as was its gun, but despite its age the gun was much better maintained, gleaming in the striplights, every part meticulously greased, the whole thing free of dirt and grime.
His tail, chest and arms were strung with bulging, knotty muscles, his skin mottled with scars and spooce burns. His mask was an old model designed for combat, with a wide visor, not glowing but translucent enough that his sunken, puffy eyes and ugly face was just visible through.
A skinny, badly rolled cigarette hung from between his tatty tentacles at an angle so that the smoke rose and engulfed his head. His body language suggested a grim, mirthless smile as his pants clanked and clunked him into the factory.

Name: Grace
Gender: Male
Species: Slig
Age: 18 (Sligs live to be about 20)
Appearance: Notably smaller than your average big-bro, but still quite big enough thank you very much. His mask is the old visor-style but not quite as opaque as normal; a little can be seen of his sunken, puffy eyes beyond. He bares a fair share of scars and looks fairly roughed-up at the best of times.
Personality: Shrewd and mean; his interests are only for himself and he distains the society he lives in. He's never violent for the sake of violence, but he has a dangerously short fuse.
Equipment: His pants are old and poorly maintained, his visor is old, specialised and reasonably well looked after. His gun is a very old model, but powerful and treasured by its owner.
History: A old battle veteran from when land and slaves were won through war and not deception, Grace was retired from the military when his usefulness was used up. A tactician and a fearsome leader, he did not adapt well to life as a guard. His inability to hold down a job for more than a few weeks have caused much wandering across Mudos, finally leading him to Rupture Farms.

[shrykull-power]

can i work at rupturefarms

[alf's brother's mate]

can i work at rupturefarms

How can I join?

Write a profile in the following form:

Name: (Do I need to explain?)
Race: (Mudokon, Slig, Vykker or any known race of Oddworld)
Gender: (male or female)
Age: (Earth or Oddworld years, you decide)
Appearance: (How does your character look like?)
Personality: (What's your character's usual behaviour? etc.)
Equipment: (What does your character usually carry?)
History: (Your character's background)

When you're ready, post the profile in the W@RF Profile Thread. Those who are new to RPing should start with one character, until they get the hang of role playing.
It is important that you make a reasonable entry with your character. It can't just pop out of nowhere. The most usual entry is done by FeeCo Trains (there's a station in the factory).

Dripik doesn't write this stuff for his health

Be sure to read this before you start (the first page of the thread.)

ABM

[Splat]

Shrykull power, please read this as it will give you some advice on how to RPG, and this, as it will tell you how to avoid getting shouted at.
Then read the first post of this thread. It may also help to read the last two or three pages of this thread.
Sorry there's so much to get through, but it will help you play, and ensure you don't upset people.

Then you're free to join.

[Jimmy-le-sniper]

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Hey, Splat...Can you please "dutifully" bother Dripik again to make him post...We're all waiting for him...Kinda...I think...Oh well XD

[Splat]

ooc: Consider him bothered.

[Jimmy-le-sniper]

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Much obliged. Thanks !

[dripik]

OOC: The time has come for me to return. Save the confetti for a few more weeks though, uni is still going and I have things to do. But, since I finished a rather long essay today, I decided to spare some time for W@RF. Also, Splat drove me mad with his constant 'bothering' (you should see the logs...), and I had to promise that I will make a reply today, right after I'm done with the essay. Hope y'all happy now.

I take it you're the one to thank for the 'dutiful bothering', Jimmy. Well, all I say is: lock your doors...

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#7 Slig turned from Vykker to Slig and to Vykker again as everyone started explaining things at the same time. After Krik had left, he held up his hand. "Alright, enough. Dek, you tell me again, please, what happened here. Especially about the Mudokon in the cage, since I can't recall much about him being locked up in there."

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Meanwhile, RG was standing outside, eyeing the small Slig (Uggs) in the shadows. In a robotic way, he was amused by him trying to hide in the dark, with his glowing vizor telling away his position. The Slig spoke. "Hi? How are ya? Things look a teensy bit sad in there. What are ya? You're not evil are ya?"

"I prefer to say 'efficient' instead of 'evil'." replied RG in his usual monotonous voice. "My question is: what are you doing here, Slig organic? Judging by your size, you are not guardforce material yet. I have doubts about you being here on permission by the Boss."

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OOC: That's all for now. All you others who I haven't replied to, show signs of life (either a short PM or a post here), so I know that you're still around.

[AlexFili]

OOC: Who's in charge of the "Arnie" character? He hasn't said anything for a while.

[Jimmy-le-sniper]

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@ AlexFili : Arnie is Dripik's character.

@ Dripik : Woopsie, didn't know you were that busy, sorry. Now I'm gonna check all my doors are locked

[MeechMunchie]

Another looming shadow approached RuptureFarms. The clanking train sped into the station, fumes belching from it's exhaust. I t came to a sudden, abrupt halt, and a small dent appeared in one of the doors. As it whined open, a strange creture rolled out, clutching it's head. Fearfully checking the scene around him, the Meech scampered off down a corridor.
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Name: Crunchy
Race: Meech
Gender: Male
Age: 17 'Meech years', 4 human years
Appearance: Darker colouration than Meeches in general (due to harsh sunlight), and slightly longer fingers. Shards missing from some shell plates.
Personality: Slightly deaf, which can cause problems for a creature with no visible eyes. Quite shy and a tiny bit paranoid. He can scrawl a few words of Mudokonian. Usually hungry.
Equipment: Small backpack.
History: One of the isolated Meeches that did not get eaten, Crunchy's ancestors was smuggled out of their native land to safety in the Monsaic Lines by Mudokons during the rise of the Industrialists. Lonely, he made several trips to Scrabania and Paramonia, though this was because he had a habit of falling into wells.

[arkaznor]

IC: Ark reflected on what had happened to him recently; Caused a psycho mud to cause a panic, get shot, running and hiding from security (which was the job he initially wanted… sort of), get knocked out shortly followed by being imprisoned, and breaking out, only to be caught in the middle of the act. In was a much more eventful day than his first.

All of this was this had caused Arks’ mentality in accordance to his situations to change from what it normally would be, in other words, he really didn’t care as much as he should of. Too much had happened, in too short a time.

Getting up, Ark announced to the small group, “Well, this has been a nice chat. It really has, but I’m going to find out just what it is that I’m supposed to be doing around here.” Brushing off some dust from his loin cloth, he continued, now turning his attention to #7 Slig, “I was employed here about 2 or three days ago, it’s kind of hard to tell in here and I was knocked out.” He said simply to #7 Slig.

Arks’ voice than took on a matter of fact tone, in which to tell the events that happened to him. “At some time yesterday, I believe, I was somehow able to frighten a dark skinned, female, Mudokon, who caused a panic by yelling at me. I presume she did so in response to approaching some Vykker, to ask him a question. Not without some cause, mind you, she had been able to get me a little angry; and my tattoos start to glow when I get angry. Anyway, People panic, people shot at me, and I ran, because I really don’t what holes or needles in me. After a chase, your security eventually caught up to me, and knock me out. I presume that they then put me in a cage, since that’s what I woke up in. The lock didn’t seem to work however.” His eyes quickly darted to the other Mudokon (Hembar), hoping that she would not react to the lie, “and upon walking out, and didn’t really want the one Vykker that just left to notice me, since he seems somehow related to why the female Mudokon panicked, and I don’t much care to know the answer to my question anymore. Upon them noticing, I asked this snoozer to take control of the situation… I didn’t want anyone shooting at me anymore, and the as far as I know they were going to experiment on me.” Shrugging his shoulders, he added, “I panicked.”

“Now if, Dek, was it?” his head turning to the Vykker, “Well, if you be so kind, as to give your account of the situation; so that I can then ask #7 Slig, just what it is that I’m supposed to be doing here?”

OOC: Let’s see if anyone responds to this, shall we?

[MeechMunchie]

OOC: Looks like there's hope after all.

[Jimmy-le-sniper]

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Yup ! There is hope. I'm moving my character out of the labs, he's kinda stuck in there...

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Since he was no longer required, SU-01 decided to leave the competent authority take care of the situation. He went back to the corridor, where he saw what he determined to be "The Executive Bodyguard", discussing with a little slig, hided in the dark.

"If this robot is here and the head of security is in the labs...then who is ensuring the executive's security ?" he thoughts. "The level of security is a bit low around here...A bit too low. Even if they think terrorists won't come here because they treat their employees fairly. Auto-turrets with explosives shell in every corridor, 24/7 armored patrolling drones, reinforced security camera with 35 different lens to detect just about everything and a big nice minefield around the factory... that's what this place truly need...Or am I just a little paranoid ? Maybe..."

While he was thinking, he reached the Cafeteria which was much less crowded than before.

[AlexFili]

OOC: I don't mean to be a bother, but there are some newbies around here who are waiting to get jobs from Arnie. If someone could give the person who owns that character a little nudge, that would be very helpful. Thanks

[Jimmy-le-sniper]

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NO. You don't want to bother Dripik X-(
I did once, he told me to lock my doors and I didn't took him seriously...and I regret now...

[Splat]

I shall recommence the nudging.

[Jimmy-le-sniper]

OOC :

Yes, maybe...But not only Dripik...Everyone who has posted in this version of the RPG...

[AlexFili]

OOC: Well the newbies seem to be waiting to get jobs... not sure but it seems like this RPG could use a good plot device to get everyone talking again.

[OddYouko]

Wow. Been a while since I last posted...though I'm not sure if I'll be able to continue.
Been a little busy (like everyone else ^^) But I'm done with school work for the summer so who knows. I should go back a few pages, read them and reply.

I'm very sorry I haven't been on here much...and not posting in W@RF much either.
But if I catch up on a few things I just might get back in here!...Still not sure...
Again I'm very sorry.

[MeechMunchie]

I'm still here, but I'm just waiting for a good oppurtunity to start getting my character into shennanigans.

[AlexFili]

OOC: Okay, time to get something started (If you bring my character back his drinks can then we can start a conversation).

IC: Borso tried to do something constructive with his spare time... all this waiting around made him bored so he picked up a weapons manual and tried to read it. He got bored on the third page and went back to his bored state. Borso was swirling his drinks can around lazily, when he accidently dropped it. The unopened can rolled quite unpredictably, it was hard to see where it was. "Um, does anyone know where that went?". Borso was looking around nervously to try and find it.

[Rampage48]

Name: Ramp
Race: Mudokon
Gender: Male
Age: Earth years:18
Appearance: Dark green skin.Loin cloth.
Personality: Bored,Courages,Sly
Equipment: Rocks
History: Ramp was born into rupture farms. He was sold when he was a egg. And raised up to work at rupture farms.

OOC:Is that ok?

[MeechMunchie]

OOC: Perhaps if I pile enough imaginary dynamite into this thread, there will be some kid of literary explosion.

#100

[Splat]

ooc: The problem is largely a lack of Dripik, which is preventing a lot of the newbies from posting. Dripik is so weighed under with university work that he really doesn't have time to post.

Also, a lot of the older posters are losing interest. This thread really has lost momentum the last two parts, and the story is taking on the consistency of glue and the intrigue of a very small banana.

[Gretin]

OOC: If I'm one of the "older posters" just thought I'd poke my head in and say I'm still around! I've just been a bit stuck for what to do, since Ralph got dumped by Moosh da Outlaw, and Hembar is in the middle of the situation that's waiting for Dripik at the moment. Perhaps I should look at what I can do with Ralph to help get things moving along, but there probably isn't a lot.
But yeah, I'm still lurking around XD

EDIT: Oh yeah, and Rampage? Sorry, but if you did a bit of backreading you would know that you're not allowed to have a character who always "just was" at Rupture Farms. You need him to arrive at Rupture Farms in the present, not the past.

[AlexFili]

OOC: Can't we just have a couple of more glukkon characters? That would make it a lot easier for newbies to play. Why not a trio of them, like in AE? One for each W@RF admin.

[dripik]

OOC:

Why not a trio of them, like in AE? One for each W@RF admin.

As far as I'm aware, there's only two, unless I'm forgetting someone.

Splat's right about me being busy with university, but it'll only last for one more week. Two exams left and I'm done. Well, I'll have other things to do during the summer, but I'll try to concentrate more on posting here... as it always starts, then ends up in the same circle. Maybe I should do some W@RF artwork again for inspiration...

In the meantime, go have some RL while you're waiting.


...that might have came out as offensive.

EDIT:
OOC: Exams are over. I'm back.

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Now that most of the employees were off to their workposts, Arnie could concentrate on other things at hand. He had a few ideas on how to improve efficiency in the factory, and wanted to get to them as soon as possible. But some newcomers emerged in the meantime, along with the three-legged robot (SU) and Rick who finally managed to arrive...

The sight of him being late from the meeting made Arnie's temple throb again. This is exactly why he wanted to change things. Workers were not minding their duties, thinking only for themselves. They needed discipline. Arnie decided to start at once.

"Ah, a latecomer. I'm sure you noticed that you missed the meeting."

"Yes, Boss, I kinda lost track of..." began Rick.

Arnie ignored him and continued. "The meeting about which I clearly gave notice yesterday. I wanted all workers to be present because of the new orders they received. Well, those who actually had the brains to find their way here."

Rick shuffled his legs uncomfortably, trying to avoid Arnie's look. Arnie didn't say anything else to the Mudokon, but turned to SU-01. "I want you to escort this Mudokon here to the Labs and tell the Vykkers there to lock him up in one of the cages."

Rick's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he heard. "...what? No! Don't do this! I tried..."

"Trying is not enough." said Arnie curtly. He indicated with his head that SU should take Rick away. In the meantime, he noticed that Otto was still around. At the time Arnie looked at his Assistant, he was busy with a Scrab Leg he retrieved from the kitchen. Otto looked back at Arnie while struggling with the Leg. "'hat?" he said, holding the Leg with his teeth.

"Stay here and sort out the rest of the workers. I'm going up to the Office."

"Oh. 'eed a siga' afta' a' 'his 'isniss?"

"Appart from a cigar, I am mindful of my work, unlike some Glukkons I know." he said coldly. With that, he walked out from the Cafeteria. Otto dropped the Scrab Leg on the table next to him and called out. "...OK, anyone in need of a workpost, gather around here."

[Splat]

ooc: Please note everyone, Dripik has edited some IC into his previous post.
Annoyingly, it doesn't effect Dionysia (waiting for Arthur I think) or Anni (Venks? Chronicler?)

However, I may as well move my new guy.

Name: Grace
Gender: Male
Species: Slig
Age: 18 (Sligs live to be about 20)
Appearance: Notably smaller than your average big-bro, but still quite big enough thank you very much. His mask is the old visor-style but not quite as opaque as normal; a little can be seen of his sunken, puffy eyes beyond. He bares a fair share of scars and looks fairly roughed-up at the best of times.
Personality: Shrewd and mean; his interests are only for himself and he distains the society he lives in. He's never violent for the sake of violence, but he has a dangerously short fuse.
Equipment: His pants are old and poorly maintained, his visor is old, specialised and reasonably well looked after. His gun is a very old model, but powerful and treasured by its owner.
History: A old battle veteran from when land and slaves were won through war and not deception, Grace was retired from the military when his usefulness was used up. A tactician and a fearsome leader, he did not adapt well to life as a guard. His inability to hold down a job for more than a few weeks have caused much wandering across Mudos, finally leading him to Rupture Farms.

IC:
Pants making a noise not unlike a machine being deconstructed by an imbecile, Grace the slig stalked his way down the corridors of Rupture Farms, his foul cigarette adding its own layer of filth to the already smoke-grimed ceiling. He quickly located the Boss's office, entered the lobby and banged on the door with a fist. When nothing happened for thirty seconds, he left again, and saw a glukkon twaddling down the corridor towards the office in the way only glukkons moved in their ridiculous suits.
"Oi," He called by way of a polite greeting, "You the boss round here?" Over a decade and a half of military service had given him little respect for even the best of glukkons.