Work at Rupture Farms (v.9)

[MarsMudoken]

OOC: I feel important with everyone waiting on me !...unfortunately I have work to do (does badass arm stretch then cracks knuckles thing).

IC: Mars stood there, confused, as a random series of events happened. Things moved like a blur as a slig raised a pistol to him, a paramite talked, there was a blue slig and what looked like a meech (this, combined with the talking paramite, was convincing him that he was crazy) and all of it so fast. Mars quickly turned to Anni. "Well, you're right. And they do call me a terrorist. Here," he said, handing his stuff to her. Then Mars threw his fist forward into the slig's (tok) face, flipped around raising both clenched hands to the air, dropping them down on another slig (flad). Mars's tattoo glowed like a lighter on gasoline powering his legs as he shot forward...tripping and shooting his head into a wall as his arms flailed helplessly. The shock knocked him on his back, defeated by a wall. He uttered one last groan until his eyes closed.


Next time he doesn't run with a wounded leg.


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If it's odd, run .

[Splat]

ooc: I have next to no idea of what is going on...
Also, one of the paramites in the pack, Somi, is my character (she has a profile and everything), so saying 'all the paramites obey one scrab' would count as controlling my character, which is God-modding and therefore against the rules. Plus, I fail to see why paramites would obey a scrab; would a pack of wolves listen to a bear?

No, they'd just eat it. Paramites are perfectly capable of organising their own affairs.[/nerd]

IC:
Dionysia rolled her eyes. "If you think that's best, you're supposed to be the security chief around here, aren't you?" Now she thought about it, she didn't seem to remember #7 doing much organising of anyone or anything she's she'd arrived. He never seemed to be on top of things. But putting that aside, she followed him away from Arnie's office.
"And be careful," She called back suddenly to Arnie, "If they're strong enough, some of them can possess through doors as long as they know you're there. Stay well back from it."

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It had been an... interesting twenty seconds for Anni. One minute she was telling Somi about the robot, then the native female mudokon (ooc: there, happy now Nexy?) was talking to Somi, then suddenly three sligs burst in on them, then Somi had jumped out of her arms just as Mars shoved a load of stuff at her and threw himself at the sligs. Then half-way through aa flying kick, he lost his balance, careered into a wall and ended up flat out, groaning on the floor in front of the three sligs (Ackro, Tok, Flad) and two mudokons (Hembar and Anni) and a meech (Crunchy) (I really hope I didn't miss anyone) as the paramites took the distraction as an opportunity to run away; they knew better than to get into a fight with a bunch of creatures with guns, no matter how hungry they may be.

Anni suddenly realised she was holding a spear and a spooce-bow. "Um," She said, putting them down quickly, "These aren't mine." She smiled angelically as another, bigger slig (Grace!) charged out of the shadows.

Grace took in Mars passed out on the ground, "Which of you guys got him?" He asked, approaching the unconscious mudokon cautiously.


ooc: I hope this has restored some order to the proceedings. Things have gone really crazy recently, especially with all the paramites running around, too.

Gretin, maybe Ralph and Jim should... go somewhere and... do... something.

This is hard with so few mudokons! Man, I miss Anni's friends. They were great at times like this.

[AckroTheSlig]

Ooc: ......

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Ic: Ackro sighed, making his way past the other sligs.
"Since the lower life forms are gone.. I've no reason to stick around with you guys (Tok and Flad)." Ackro said, making it clear he didn't like depending on the help of
other sligs. He then stopped, turning his head back slightly as he said.
"And we're not finished talking.. This is far from over since your the reason
I lost that strange box!" Ackro said to Tok, giving him a spiteful glare.

[MarsMudoken]

OOC: There were too many characters in the room. So I just wanted to get violent. The more unconscious the better. All right people can move my character by:

-Picking him up.

-Dropping him.

-Throwing him (would be kinda mean).

-Stepping on him (you're cruel).

-Kicking him (now you're pushing it).

-Shooting him (instant death).

-Heal his leg (the only nice thing).


Okay...

[AckroTheSlig]

Ooc: Mars.. I don't think I'll hurt you, since I'd rather not be
lectured again but being "Violent".


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Ic: Ackro, now leaving the area previously full of paramites and other sligs,
was heading toward the area where some of the rupturefarms barrel's might be dropping
off at. "I still wonder what that box did.. It could be some kind of mind control device"
Ackro said to himself, while thinking about how great it'd be to have control over every living creature in the company (Though that's not what the box dose.) "Hmph, if I ever see that pathetic little paramite again (Somi) I'll make sure to introduce it to my foot" Ackro said while moving some boxes around that were in a stack. Something suddenly caught Ackro's eye. "What is this thing!?" Ackro said, while leaning over to pick it up.
"Oh wow, It's a 10 moola bill!" Ackro's face was beaming with joy.
"I've never actually had this much moola at one time!". He slid the moola into the
side of his gasmask, safely tucking it away from view from the other sligs.
Ackro, physically and mentally tired from the little "adventure" with the paramites, pressed his back against the wall next to the boxes. He slid down onto his butt, laying there with his head hung low, yawning loudly. "Ahhh, I'm just gonna take a little nap, to recharge my old tired bones." Said Ackro, while falling into a deep snooze.

[slig# 5719]

IC:
Flad had just finished whispering to Mars when Ackro came up to him "Who is this self-proclaimed fugitive?.. he reminds me of a very, very, disobedient snot for brained box stacker at the Z.A.P training facility I used to work at." He said.

Flad was just about to answer him when a Mudokon fist smacked Tok in the face. Flad turned to see Mars spin on his good leg, arms in the air and smashed his fists down on Flad's head. "ARGH" Flad screamed, His vision blurred and he began to feel dizzy. Flad heard a crash in front of him and when his vision cleared he could see Mars unconscious on the floor. "Ha, the idiot knocked himself out." Flad said and rubbed his head "Ow, I wasn't expecting him to hit so hard."

Suddenly Grace ran out from the shadows "Which of you guys got him?" He asked. "Um... well... nobody. He just.. Knocked himself out" Flad replied and laughed to himself. He still couldn't believe what just happened. "Anyway, looks like the animals have gone so this makes our job a bit easier." Ackro walked away and Flad looked in his direction "There he goes again." Flad walked towards Mars's body and grabbed an arm. "Anyone gonna help me carry him? I'm sure there must be somewhere in this huge factory where we can lock him up until we can find out what he's doing here."

Flad looked at the Mudokons and the Meech "I suppose one of you knows your way around the factory. I doubt anyone wants to stay down here any longer."

[AckroTheSlig]

Ic: Ackro, sleeping peacefully, was dreaming about the sligs accepting him
even though he's different then the others. Though he hates to admit it, Ackro would
like to be included in the sligs operations at times. While dreaming, a snot bubble forming
outside of his facial tentacles popped, not enough to wake him up, but loud enough to alert any near by creatures. "Mmm, heh.." Said ackro, mumbling in his sleep.

[slig# 5719]

OOC:
@AckroTheSlig
Just thought I should tell you (although a bit too late.) Your only allowed a maximum of Two IC posts per day. Don't feel too bad though I broke the rule when I first started too

[MarsMudoken]

IC: Krivzee made his way to the executive's office. There was quite a ruckus. Stuff of possession and lies. Apparently the boss thought the slig, gluk and robot (w00t) were possessed. Drat. "Guekko, I'm going to try to open the door." he said to his glukkon buddy. His backpack opens up to reveal computer screens and wires. A keyboard shows up too.

OOC: Krivzee tries to hack the...what am I doing?

Krivzee just hacks it. it's all up to Drippy now.

[AckroTheSlig]

Ooc: Umm, twice a day?.. So uh, I have to wait 24 hours from now to make another post?..

[MarsMudoken]

Yes...it's cruel I know...

[AckroTheSlig]

Ooc: Cruel?.. More like retarded, how am I suppose to know when 24 hours is up?
Ugh, why can't this be a civil role play like all the others on the web.

[MarsMudoken]

Splat says he was in an RPG but they all posted when he was sleeping. So this is to stop people from excessive posting so no one is left in the dust.

[AckroTheSlig]

Ugh.. Again, how the heck am I suppose to know when 24 hours from now is up? -_-

[T-nex]

Ugh.. Again, how the heck am I suppose to know when 24 hours from now is up? -_-

Use your common sense?

You post in the rpg, go about your day, then you sleep, then you wake up and then you can post again. Repeat this cycle...

[AckroTheSlig]

Mm.. Thanks T-Nex, even though I didn't ask for your opinion.
What I was saying is what if I post early when someone replies to one of my post's.
Since we're in different time zones?..
Yeah, think next time. ._.

[T-nex]

Mm.. Thanks T-Nex, even though I didn't ask for your opinion.
What I was saying is what if I post early when someone replies to one of my post's.
Since we're in different time zones?..
Yeah, think next time. ._.

If you post on a forum, you automatically ask for everyone's opinions. Quit being a whiny baby.
There's a reason for everything, and this rule is very thought through. It's just a rule to keep things from being messy.

Honestly, I'm really tired of your crying over absolutely everything. Things have worked extremely fine this way, and you not being able to follow the rules is your own problem.
This rpg can survive with or without you, so no changes are going to be made for you.

So yeah.. Think next time.

[enchilado]

[-- ooc --]

Just look at the time of your last post!

[-- IC --]

"Hey, stop!" shouted one of the other Sligs. Tok glanced at him.
"Why should I?" he spat. "This little - "
"Gah! How dare you, this is your, fault ya goon!" yelled a voice from behind him. It was the blue weirdo.
"Hey, let's calm down," said the Slig Tok though was called Flad. "If you haven't noticed, we're surrounded by Paramites. You," he said to Tok, "No shooting. Who knows how the Paramites will react to that? Your the one we're after," he added to the native. "I'm keeping my eye on you."
Tok walked over to Flad. "This native - " he began, angrily, then something hit him in the face and felt himself smash to the ground. Blinking, he saw Flad go flying too; the terrorist glowed blue and whirred. Then he shot off at high speed before spinning out of control and crashing head-first into a wall.
"Get 'im!" shouted Tok, but nobody listened to him, probably because they'd already posted.
Then a Big Bro came out of the shadows. "Which of you guys got him?"
"Um... well... nobody. He just... Knocked himself out," said Flad, and laughed. "Anyway, looks like the animals have gone, so this makes our job a bit easier."
Ackro, at this point, wandered away again. "There he goes again," murmured Flad, and went over to Mars' body. "Anyone gonna help me carry him? I'm sure there must be somewhere in this huge factory where we can lock him up until we can find out what he's doing here. I suppose one of you knows your way around the factory. I doubt anyone wants to stay down here any longer."
"I'll help carry him," said Tok, grabbing the terrorist's legs. "In fact, I reckon I can carry him by my - " there was a pause as Tok tried to life Mars' legs " - er, yeah. Anyone want to help me 'n Flad carry this guy?"

~short post but I can't really go any further by myself.
Enchilado

[MarsMudoken]

Every system sucks. We have idiots in charge of our planet, we're encouraged to kill ourselves with smokes, and people sell oil for car's fuel even though it destroys the ozone. Them being in charge are apocalyptic, Splat being in charge is irritating. All he does is delay awesome RPGing. It happens anyways. You just have to be patient.


AND SPLAT IS GOING TO KILL ME!

[Gretin]

OOC: What T-nex said.

EDIT: And Mars, I thought I explained to you the purpose of that rule. In my opinion Splat is running things just fine. It's about making sure that everyone can be involved, not just the people who have plenty of spare time to waste on it - it's fairer this way than giving everyone free rein so those who have limited time miss out, even if it doesn't seem fair when you do have plenty of time. And you yourself were unable to post for a while, what would you have done if there was no limit to posting so there were 50 posts for you to have to react to between your last post? If there was no limit many of the players, including myself, would just get frustrated and leave.

And I just found out while looking up some W@RF history yesterday that there was previously a character named Ralph, nothing like the current one though
And yes Splat, perhaps Ralph and Jim should... go somewhere and... do... something, but I'm open to suggestions

IC:

Things started happening very suddenly now, but Hembar just stood still with the meech (Crunchy) hiding behind her until the native mudokon (Mars) very anti-climatically crashed into the wall, knocking himself out.

Realising that none of these sligs were ones she'd seen before, she figured that none of them would recognise her either, which meant they wouldn't know she was also a native!

She quickly looked at Anni and realised that the chances were that nobody was supposed to be down here, but if they didn't ask she wasn't going to bring it up!

She was going to offer to help the two sligs carry the unconscious mudokon, but realised it'd probably look kind of suspicious considering there were plenty enough sligs to do it.

Deciding waiting was the best option, she still just stood there, with any luck she could just make herself scarce and get away without any questions.

[Splat]

Yeah, think next time. ._.

That was... pretty rude.

Ackro, the idea is you can post IC twice between each midnight IN YOUR TIME-ZONE.
It works because everyone else is doing the same thing, and stops people getting flooded out of the RPG.

As for your comment against T-nex, it was rude, it was self-righteous and it was stupid! Clearly she is more able to think than you and you are making yourself so unpopular right now. We've tried to be fair and welcoming to you but you are doing yourself no favours.

Quit being a whiny baby.

That pretty much summons up what everyone is thinking about you, I think. We are not all out to get you, but you've got to learn to accept criticism or you won't even be able to get a job in Real Life. You can't take every attempt to give you advice as a personal attack.

Splat being in charge is irritating. All he does is delay awesome RPGing.

Yeah, let's address this;
1) The PPD rule wasn't made up by me; it was made by Dripik. I enforce it 'cus as mod, I have to enforce the rules though, as with the other rules, I think it's a pretty good one.
2) The rule is there so everyone can take part in and enjoy RPGing, not just the people who spend every hour of every day in front of a computer screen.
3) There have been other RPGs created on OWF while I've been mod, where the creators haven't had a PPD limit and they've regretted it as things have gotten out of hand.
4) I don't know why you're complaining anyway; you've posted only a couple of times in the last few days.
5) I lead the rules as T-nex did, who was RPG mod before me, and if you'd like to know what this forum was like before there was an RPG mod who enforced the rules, I'm sure she would tell you. If you don't like how we're doing this, you're welcome to leave, though frankly since this is the first time in months that this RPG hasn't been totally dead, I would rather you didn't.

I am really sick of how things have been here recently; I just want to RPG and have fun and recently I have been enjoying this more than I have for years, but now it seems every time I log on there are a bunch of whiny OOCs I have to deal with. I'm here to have fun; not to spend ages repeating rules. It's really ruined RPGing for me these last two weeks.


Enchilado, thank you so much for posting IC even when everyone else is arguing around you. Kudos to you.
I would follow your example but I hate ranting and ICing in the same post, so I will post again soon.

[AckroTheSlig]

I'm done arguing, and as far as "Taking things the wrong way"?..
Yeah, I tend to get a little mad when I'm told to use my common sense.
I don't consider that "Helpful". All I'm saying is I was having a conversation about
the 24 hour waiting time with mars and Some people that I'll not at the time mention.. Should have minded their own business and not made some smart mouthed comment
like "Use your common sense". And if the 24 hour deal is a rule why wasn't I told before starting? I read the rules and I saw nothing like that what so ever. But yeah, this is the last time I'm going to argue over a "Game" You can reply to this saying what you want but i'm done, I'm going to be the mature person and quit this BS. So yeah, allow me to apologize to t-nex. lol..

[Splat]

ooc: Right then, let us put this behind us and never mention it again. If Ackro does return he can have a clean slate. Otherwise, lets just not mention it.

IC:
Grace shot Mars inna' head! Bwahahahaha!
Ok, kidding.

IC: (For real this time)
Grace was mildly surprised to hear about Mars' amazing self-destructive acrobatics, but then the mud was injured, "Right." He had to take care of the mudokons; what had they been doing down here, he wondered. For now he'd keep them busy, "You two," He said, gesturing to Hembar and Anni, "You can help carry the mud." That'd mean he could keep an eye on them, and have them with him when they'd got the mud somewhere secure. He turned to Flad and Tok. They were similar in age and build, but since Flad's pants looked rather rusty, he decided to give him the less... physical job. "You," He said to Tok, "You can carry the mud; keep a good hold of him. And you," Flad, "Watch him closely, and keep your gun ready. If he twitches and eyelid, put a bullet in his head." There was a pause, "Also, you guys have to tell me your names. Come one."

Anni reluctantly came forwards and grabbed Mars by the leg, thinking at least she might be able to keep him safe like this, though she was sorry to leave her chance to talk to Somi. Grace began to lead them back into the factory proper, while turning on his radio. "This is Grace; we've managed to catch the native. We need somewhere to take it, if you can suggest anything," He said to anyone who might be listening.


ooc: I'm sort of hoping #7 might be listening. O_o

[AckroTheSlig]

Ooc: Oh, I'm staying at the role play, just blocking some people.

[Gretin]

OOC: I posted IC as well :C And although it may seem pointless me saying this, the reason I'm saying is just in case my post was missed due to several-people-posting-at-the-same-time syndrome. Because I did ask if you had any suggestions for Ralph and Jim

Might as well use my second IC post too.

IC:

Hoping that nobody would notice the meech, Hembar obediently came forward and grabbed hold of Mars in place of Flad (I'm going to just assume Flad passes him over since Grace told him to just watch instead). If anyone noticed the meech she could just pretend not to know anything about it, since there were animals down here anyway.
The bigger slig then asked for their names, but Hembar remained silent, not knowing whether he that question was intended for everyone or just the sligs. He then picked up his radio and said "This is Grace; we've managed to catch the native. We need somewhere to take it, if you can suggest anything."

Speaking up, Hembar replied, "I think there's some cages in the labs, a mudokon was locked in there earlier today."

Actually, that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say, because if they went back to the labs she might be recognised. Oh well, too late now.

[Splat]

ooc: Sorry, I did notice, but I didn't have any suggestions... I'm trying to remember the times they've met in the past. There was the time Jim went to 'save' Ralph from that room on fire, and the time Ralph helped move Anni after she was shot...
Jim is so socially awkward.

[AlexFili]

OOC: Seems like Ackro, Grekin, Enchilado, Slig# and Mars have resurrected this RP. Nice work guys!

IC: "Oh my Ode", Borso exclaimed. Everyone was moving so fast that he literally had no idea what was going on. After all the hassle with the Paramites, it seemed that they got a Mudokon. Borso hurried over to where Tok was. "Hey, I'll help too!", Borso grabbed the Mudokon's feet, they carried him faster (to wherever they had to take him). "Finally glad this is over?", he asked to Tok.

[Guekko]

OOC: Whoopsie, I lost my place on the thread and the posts exploded, best be posting then ^^;

IC: The odd sound of Guekko's nails on the floor came to a stop a few paces behind Krivzee, his head turning and his eyes drifting about the place. Not the best place to be lurking in the middle of a security crisis he would imagine...then again in the middle of any factory during a security crisis was not the best place to be. Could end up possessed after all...again. Very unpleasant.
"I-is that the...the b-b-best idea?" Guekko's head now turned to Krivzee, "Sounds like a-a good way to g-get shot to m-me..."

[slig# 5719]

IC:
Tok came to Flad's call and grabbed the native's legs, then Grace spoke to the others and then to Flad. "...And you, Watch him closely, and keep your gun ready. If he twitches and eyelid, put a bullet in his head." Flad wasn't to happy about having to shoot the native but he would do it if he had to. "Also, you guys have to tell me your names. Come one." "Got it." Flad replied, passed Mars's arms to Hembar and walked beside the group carrying Mars, Holding his gun towards the native. "My name's Flad." He said.

As they entered the main part of the factory Grace started talking through the radio "This is Grace; we've managed to catch the native. We need somewhere to take it, if you can suggest anything," Grace's voice came from Flad's radio. Flad looked at his radio. "Oh right I better return that to the security office when this is over." He thought.

--------Meanwhile--------
A message was sent to Arnie's desk:

Transfer Notice

Name: Slen

Race: Mudokon

Position: Slave

Reason for Transfer: Insubordination

Extra notes: Just do anything with him. Under no circumstances should he be paid. He is being sent by FeeCo train and shall arrive shortly. All necessary paperwork has been delt with.


Signed
Gluck Shock Power Station executive.

---------Character Profile--------

Name: Slen
Race: Mudokon
Gender: Drone (male)

Age: 25 Oddworld years

Appearance: An ordinary green Mudokon however has a blue tint when thinking about his past.

Personality: Preferres to get the job done before anything else. thinks things through but not very smart. Helps others when the need arises.

Equipment: none unless you count his loincloth.

History: Slen was a slave at Gluck Shock Power Station. He was born in the power station's labour egg birthing area and since has been a slave. He has watched several escape attempts, all of them failures. Sleg came up with an escape plan: He would save up the very little wages he earned. (Gluck Shock was one of the few places that paid there slaves wages. usually just to see what they would do with it.) With enough Moolah he would buy himself and earn his freedom. Slen saved his Moolah for fifteen years and almost earned the Moolah he needed. However the higher ups at the Margog Cartel found out about what he was doing. They decided to take all of his Moolah away and transfer him to a working environment which did not pay slaves: Rupture Farms. The Glukkons spent Slen's Moolah on labour eggs.

[AckroTheSlig]

Ic: Ackro was sleeping soundly, when the group transporting the slaves grew near where
he was resting. "Hmm.. heh.." Ackro said in his sleep, dreaming about laying ontop of a huge pile of moolah. "This is Grace; we've managed to catch the native. We need somewhere to take it, if you can suggest anything," Hearing this, Ackro swiftly brought his self to wake up, where he pulled himself to his feet - his legs making awful screeching noises from just starting back up after being off during his sleep. Ackro pulled forth his gun, pointing it at the group. "Freeze, identify yourself!" Ackro said this for he couldn't see the group clearly yet, having blurry vision from just waking up.