Work at Rupture Farms (v.6)

[Taytay]

OOC: Since I am also new with Albino Slig, I'll try to tie in with his character. I hope thats okay, by the way sorry for the double post earlier in the other thread
IC:Name: Scranton
Species: Mudokon
age: 17
living: in the tribe of muds.
job: In the process of training and learning to joing a small group of mudokons that are going to go into factories and save native species of whatever kind they can. Which job in the group he will do, is which ever they need. We'll see where the RPG takes him.
Appearance: A faded green mudokon with a black ponytail average length. He carries no weapons yet for he has not had the thumbs up for it. Though he has practiced with numbers of weapons.
Biography: when he was 15 and scrubbing the floors he was smashed on the head by a walking slig. Next thing he knew he awoke up hanging by his legs being zapped when a flaw in the security system came about and he fell and there was a short power outage, and he followed a orange light and ended up out of rupture farms. There he dodged bullets and ran as fast as he could. And eventualy followed some other mudokons back to the tribe with the rest of the muds.
(After a year or so of training with the tribe, he learns to use a very small amount of magic, he carries a spoochebow and a small dagger.)

Into this rpg: After joining the group that is trying to break into rupture farms and steal them out they come up with a plan and eventualy are hiding in the tunnel where the train goes through. There are 4 mudokons. One Shaman for the portals to the tribe, a body guard (Tomohawk-man) and two spoochebowmen (including Scranton)

The train rumbles through the tunnel and the 4 muds get ready for the leap. After a few seconds in speeds right past them, but in the mere second it passed they each leapt and with the stickyness on their hands they clung onto it. The shaman and his bodygaurd on the roof, and each spoochebowmen on two different sides.

Scranton tries to move to the roof but realizes hes just losing his grip. After about 10 miniutes the train (which is carrying Jet) stops at Rupture Farms. Watching the sligs get out, the muds sneakily leap from the train to the walls around. A few sligs look back but see nothing due to their unique stealth. Hearing sligs trying to act tough and bad they hear one ring out of tone with a "Hello! Can anyone give me some advice for new slig workers?" After hearing a few laughs and the sound trailing on. The Mud group detatch themselves and hide behing a bench(that those wishing to board the train sit on) watching for sligs.

[Abe16]

OOC: Ok, here's I goes...

IC: Jam was working on some gadgets. He had a few bolts and nuts by side with a hammer. He was trying to get his invention to work. All it did was fizzle, turn on... then it rumbled and shut off. It was supposed to change your entire body to look like something else within 5 seconds, but all it was was a piece of scrap.
"Hmph, Why can't I get it to work," he muttered pushing it aside.
He pondered at his situation for a while, but had nothing. He sighed and then started trying to work on it again. This time it spurted out water.
"What? Where'd that function come from!" He asked aloud.
He tinkered with it some more. This time it blowed bubbles and spurted water.
"God, is there ANYBODY who can give me and answer to this problem!?" he shouted loudly.

[Gretin]

Ralph stepped away from Arnie's and Otto's table as Arrack came barging in shouting and looked calmly at him. He watched and listened silently to the exchange between Arnie and Arrack, his eyebrows slowly rising as Arrack ranted on. Then as the slig left, Ralph decided to follow and watch; afterall, he'd already told the boss he was offering his services, so if he was too distracted to give him a job he'd just do his own thing for now. He saw Arrack crash into the door, but backed away into the shadows when he saw the vykker coming out to see what the noise was about. He felt he'd had (more than) enough of vykkers to last him a lifetime!

He stood in the shadows, considering what to do next... Eventually, he decided to head back to the grinding area he'd come across before and see what was going on there and if those hopeless mudokons had managed to sort themselves out yet. He started heading down the passage in what he thought was the right direction....

[Sapphire Diamond]

Name:Sapphire Diamond

Race: human
Gender: female)
Age: (Earth years,
Appearance: blue hair in a plait and blue eyes, blue-sleeve-less t-shirt,black leather pant, big brown boots
Personality: short tempered, funny, nice, can be serious good drawer and storie writer loves adventure and best friend is Mysti(female two0legged steef whos a boundy hunter
Equipment[additional]: a brown bag with a pen knife, torch, and a black ps2 controller
History[additional]: she has been suck in her sisters ps1 and must help the oddworld creatures in all ways. she finshed her adventure saftly and everyones happy. she is a boundy hunter hero and a ps1 chosen one. Her sister;
older Emerald
younger Ruby

[Splat]

ATTENTION ALL NEWBIES!

Let's start at the very beginning (cus thats a very good place to start).
Albino Slig: All's well and good. Just remember your character will probably have to look around before he finds anyone. He's near the grinding area and there are a few people there, so maybe you could send him in that direction.
Taytay: I fixed your double post, but got some words of advice. No random characters allowed in this RPG, so unless the other three members of the party are going to leave very soon, you might be wanted to write profiles for them all. Second, this RPG is set a long time after Abe's Oddysee, Mullock is long gone and the new boss, Arnie, treats the mudokons well. Also, try to avoid lots of random destruction and shouting and fighting. there are no random characters in the RPG, so don't go saving 'random mudokons'.
Abe16: Your vykker can't just randomly appear in Rupture Farms, and don't say he's been working here since it opened, because someone would have noticed! You need to start again and write a proper arrival at the factory, maybe by train or, I don't know, falling out of an air ship.
Sapphire Diamond: I'll make this simple: There are no humans on Oddworld. We try to keep a small degree of sense in this RPG, and people getting sucked into a Play Station doesn't count. We imagine the Oddworld universe as something real, and not accessible though computer games on planets untold distances away from Oddworld. Get a new character and start again. Also, character profiles for Work at Rupture Farms should be posted in the 'W@RF Profile Thread' because the RPG topic is so big and characters can get lost.

[dripik]

OOC: OK, this is getting out of hand again. Let me point a few things out.

1. Albino Slig - Your entry seems OK, but the way Jet is trying to communicate with others is not right. They won't run to Jet just because he shouted for help. Make him go around the place, bump into someone, ask him how things are done around, etc. Be more creative.

2. Taytay - First, character profiles go into the W@RF Profile Thread, not here. Second, random characters are not prefered around here. Third, there were attempts to bring a Mudokon rescue force to RF before, and it didn't go well. I would advise you to create a normal worker Mudokon or a Slig or whatever you like. Just not a Vykker - we already have 4 of them.

3. Abe16 - No entry at all. You have to make one for your character, or we won't even know where Jam is. And, as I said, there are already more-than-enough Vykkers in the factory, though it's not really a problem, but I remember when Praetyre met the other two Vykkers.

4. Sapphire Diamond - This section is called 'Oddworld RPG', which means that the characters here are all Oddworldians. Not humans. The thread you're looking for could have been Havoc's Non-Oddworld RPG (forgot its name), if it hasn't been dead for months.

Even though, you're all welcome, just try to follow the rules. Also, read back a little, it can just improve your skills.


Just noticed that Splat sorted this out before me... Ah well, you must have got the point by now.

[Munch's Master]

OOC: Couldn't have said it better myself. But Albino Slig and Taytay's characters are about to become noticed by my guy- Arthur's already off to the Station. So provided we assume Taytay's just got the 1 mudokon and Albino's just got the 1 Slig, I can manage. Also I'd like to point out- Dek was the original Vykker here at W@RF.
IC:
Arthur stopped dead in his tracks once he entered the Station. A train had arrived. But not supplies- 2 new employees, a Slig and a mudokon. Most disconcertingly of all, the Slig was white skinned.
"Erm, wh oare you 2 exactly? My name's Arthur, so ya know, I'm Station supervisor an' part time chef, so ya need to report to me on arrival- who you are, what job you're after, what you wanna know about the place yadda yadda yadda. I'm kinda in the middle o' somethin', or at least about to be, so hurry it up."
He turned to the albino Slig "Also, is there a reason you're white?"
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Dek felt sorry for Praetyre. The poor surgeon seemed like he'd been through quite a bit despite his relatively short career. "Well, I suppose Linc can make do in stasis for now, he is stable after all. Let him rest. Wash, stay here rgeardless and help us with this friend of Praetyre's by going and fetching Slapo from the cafeteria. Psychological problems always are the hardest to sort out. But since he's cold, I'd suggest a nice hot cup of Expresso, mixed with Chill Pills, that way he warms up but doesn't go hyperactive. What state is he in physically? Will we need to do any body surgery?"
Dek was thinking Work work work. I've barely eaten anything but Chill Pills since arriving here a couple of weeks ago, and I've been at it non-stop. Still, it's my duty, especially since this Arrack is a friend to Praetyre. If Arrack survives and heals, Praetyre could well have a new lease on life."

[Patrick Vykkers]

EDIT: OOC: Sorry, was writing my post when you posted. Let's just say Dek said those things after Praetyre sedated Arrack.
Praetyre turned to his superior;
"Sir, since the restore-patients-will-to-live approach isn't working, I'll take to heart your lesson on fear. It might not give him much of that will, but it could shock him enough so that we could give him the will later. And I think I know just what to do."
To ease the feeling of sickness he and likely others felt looking at Arrack, Praetyre carried him like he did before, directly around his neck and torso, like a Slig with his gun. He yanked him out of his pants, moved the pillow from his head, and brought Arrack over to the Mudokon apparently named Linc. He then put Arrack very near Linc's likely field of vision, and used his two free hands to gently lift up Linc's eyelids. He then moved his hand back from Arrack head and down to his torso, uncovering the hideous sight of his head fully.
"Boo!" he said in the loudest voice possible.
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Arrack felt sore. He had evidently been injured in the head. But by whom? And why? Was it another clinching proof of the Transcendal Paramite Muffin conspiracy? No, he told himself, it must an Underconspiracy, that of the Vykker-Classical Music Fan-Glukkons Who Like The Colour Orange-Celibate Intern conspiracy. He awoke, and struggled from his unknown captor.

"Let me go, you evil minion! I will not be coerced by your dark cabal of smelly Gloktigi bathrooms! Death to ye!" he said, biting his captor on his strange metallic wrist. He nearly broke a tooth, and his depressed side took over.

"Oh no! I've broken a tooth! You're a bad Inhabitant, a bad bad bad baddity bad bad with Fuzzles on top Inhabitant. Or are you an alien. I don't care, I hate you all. I want cuddles! Cuddles! Cuddles and kisses!"

His psychotic side took over again.

"No, for that is MERELY A PLOT of the Homosexual Vykker Security Chief Confederacy. I've seen you all, with your Intern's in polka dots and your cop hats, you must be in league with the Church of Hot Intern's? You must know this, even as a pathetic minion! You all love each other, and I have tapes to prove it! Tapes in the blimp! Tapes in the stomach! Tapes everywhere, all tapes of doom, gloom, and far too much glitter!"

Arrack eyed what parts of the room he could see.

"A lab! A lab! This must be where you make the 665th ingredient to Transcendal Paramite Muffin Cakes! Oh, I have you now, skulldigger!" he said, spitting in Dek's general direction,
"I have you n.."
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Praetyre gently applied an injection of sedative to calm Arrack down. His behaviour made him wonder whether this was really him, or a new person.

Praetyre continued to hold Arrack up and try to awake Linc.

EDIT: Praetyre replied to his superior;
"Yeah, I guess you are right. Judging by the monitors, there are no imminent problems, disabled organs, blockages, irregular processes, or such other phenomena. If it continues like this, he'll probably wake up in a day or so. A few hours if we're lucky."
Praetyre turned Arrack towards Dek.
"As for Arrack's physical state.. sir, as words cannot truly describe it as much as seeing it can, you can look."

"Other than.. that.. he's not that badly hurt. He feels like he's taken more than one blow to the head, not to mention signs of bodily stress exerted by his mind. The skin isn't too bad, but he is going to be very sore in about half an hour. Five years of muscle deteriation, coupled with the effects of boiling water, and mixed with a species bred for fitness. That, ladies and gentlehabitants, equals more pain than me watching Her Fatjesty give birth.

As for surgery.. I'd have to hook him up to a monitor and scan him over a few minutes, but he doesn't seem to need any. If you mean a way to give him a front layer of skin, well, I think I remember hearing from an old friend of mine that he's allergic to synth skin. And most Slig allergies are genetic, so I would have to clone him, or risk killing him and mutating him unpleasantly with radiation. So the only solution for this is thankfully quite simple. I merely need a couple of hundred Moolah and a computer. Maybe Slap could help me with this. He could also get some of the supplies you need from the cafeteria."

Praetyre turned to the Mudokon named Wash;
"Well, you heard what my superior said. Go and fetch him, and get him to bring back the supplies needed."

Praetyre turned to his superior;
"Sir, should I lay Arrack on the bed face down? I don't want Slap to vomit all over the place. And should I hook him up to the monitors?"

[mitsur]

OCC: Ok, just publicly posting my permission for Pat to use The Door. Anyways, here's s'more Mech:

Mech was hopelessly lost. He had been wondering the boxes for what seemed like two hours, before he finally stumbled back to his recent campsite. The tin of insta-fire was incredibly still smoldering. Smiling horribly, he kicked the can over, and felt cold dread as he realized one simple thing.

I have to go back past the door.

Mech's mind instantly coiled away from this idea, but he knew he had no other choice. Hell, he might even have to go through it. Mech had an inkling that if he tried to go through, it would either be Mech or The Beast behind it who died.

Swallowing hard, Mech retraced his steps, not taking any chances. His assualt rifle was clenched tightly in his hands, and the single grenade he had been saving for the launcher was primed. As he slowly passed into Warehouse #1, Mech became aware of a liquid, smooth sound. Like something wet that was moving across the floor. The sound of something thawed dragging itself across the floor.

Oh shit.

Mech froze, and watched as It went by him, leaving a horrible wet fluid behind. The Thing passed by him without noticing, apparently muttering to Itself.

"He liked making jokes with his yes men, who always laughed at me. But now he was going to laugh no longer. He was going to die." It muttered to the empty air.

Mech briefly considered blowing the thing to Hell right there. A great many things would have been different if he had given into that impulse. But something stayed his hand, and It went by safely. Mech waited five minutes after It was gone, then returned to The Door. It had been ripped clean off the hinges. And not the usual, pull-until-oops-there-it-goes, rip-off. No, this had come from the Door being slammed so hard that it actually bent the metal inside until the hinges are pulled along with it. Mist gently flowed out of the abyss.

Mech took a deep breath, and stepped into the void.

[Splat]

Somi had searched the upper floors. She had looked around the corridors, peeked inside the R+R and found it empy except for a strange mudokon who looked sick (oh well, not her problem) and had looked in the droduction lines, where she had seen a few busy sligs and mudokons, but not Anni. She decided to head back down stairs.

[Zerox]

IC: Sturg quickly stopped Somi a minute before she went down the stairs again "Hey, since that weird sick Mudokon is alone, should we try to ask it about where your friend might be? And if he causes too much of a problem or an uproar, it would be easy enough to kill him. Or, if possible, knock him out instead. And if not...I at least want to raid some food up here. maybe something from the R+R? I haven't eaten for a while what with all this going on"

[Splat]

ooc: The mudokon is Dionysia, but never mind. The animals didn't get close enough to see I guess.

Somi was a bit worried. "We shouldn't hurt him, that'll get them angry. And if we show him we can talk, he might try and catch us, or tell other people that there are talking animals. There was a slig who heard me talking and tried to catch me because of it, so I'd rather not let any more know. If you're hungry we could go to the stockroom and break open some crates, or go out to the stockyards to hunt?"

[Slaveless]

OOC: Once again, I ccrept into the shadows to disappear. Study, study, which in all seem suck out my time. Oh well.

Four new members? Well welcome, I hope you enjoy your stay here at W@RF!

IC: Kix listened on Dean's idea about using old part in Rupture Farms. She nodded her head and replied, "Well you read my mind. I was thinking of using the old gas line pipes as well in the ruins of Rupture Farms. So, I guess we are off then!"

She lead the two out of the kitchen and back into the corriders. Kix remembered that there was a small trapdoor that was near the corriders leading into the Grinders, that snuck into a passageway tunnel that lead into the old Rupture Farm's lockers. She learned that it was for Sligs unable to find pants around the place, and needed to get to a pair fast. Kix knew not too many Sligs knew about it, since only a handful needed it back in the old days.

Once she got to it, she kneeled on her soft knees and push against the ground. The tile before her opened up, causing herself to fall into the depths of the tunnel. The fall was small, but when she landed on her back, she felt a bit of pain, and squeaked the angry noise she usually makes when angry. She got up and dusted off the dirt on her legs, looking ahead of her. Ahead of her was a metallic tunnel, that was lighten up by several little glass tourches. Only in a small bit of steps ahead of her was a teleporter, leading into a changing room. She saw that to the right of her, was a sign saying, "Slig Locker Room's Secret Enterance; Any Mudokon beyond this point is promised to be suspended from break times and lunch times at sight for a month!"

Looking behind her, she saw that there was a ladder leadin up into the main floor. Before the tile slid back into place, she lunged at the lever beside her and pressed it on. When doing so, the tile remained in place. Finally, she yelled to Dean, "Follow me! It's safe here!"
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Gappiqu paniced at the thought that he could very well be shot or worse, sent to Skillya's. Even Arnie would punish him for trying to destory property. He sweated in pure annoyance of the sitution. All he could think of was begging. He cried out in a panic voice, "No, please no!!! I can't take being banished from this place! Let me have one more chance! What if I proved that the Boilers have been shot?!? If you don't think that's enough evidence for you to think that Boilers could blow in a day, just ask Goresplatter!! Or Dionysia!! Yeah them!! They were with me!! I saw the Boilers get shot, and they know it!! Just please give me another chance!! Don't your sensors know that I am telling the truth?!"

After crying out beggingly, he finally realized that a Vykker was behind him. Suddenly, flashbacks of him in hospital beds huanted his head. They torcured him after he was injuried and had a great loss. And they let him lose his life, by making him a slave of emotions, and know nearily let him die this time. Tears bounced into his eyelids, letting saddness to enter his body. He couldn't bear all of this pain. He just wanted to get his life straight again and Dionysia was the one to do that. Love was all he had left. At last, he burst out whimperingly, "Just don't arrest me. All I ever wanted was have my life back. A good job and good friends was given to me by Rupture Farms, and I need to remain here. I don't even know if Dionysia loves me yet!! Just please..... Kill me or give me another chance. I don't want to lose anything anymore. Please...."

[Bullet Magnet]

Wash looked back at Linc. He was reassured by seeing him alive, but not so much by the condition his friend was in. Wash wasn't nearl so upset now, and he had the sneaking suspicion that his massive mood swings might mean he was was bipolar. Damn.
But now he had a job to do- fetch Slap. He was surprised that he hadn't seen him when he was down in the cafeteria earlier. He supposed that he hadn't been in any state to notice anything.
"Okay... Chill Pillz and Expresso? Gotcha." Sounds like a recipe for disaster to me. I've seen what mixing powerful sedatives and caffeine does.

Wash tried no to picture an Intern vomiting, and curried out of Dek's Lab.

[Albino Slig]

OOC: Sorry about that mistake I did with my characters entrance. Im trying my best. Sorry.



IC: Jet and the mudoken noticed Aurthur and looked confused. "Hello. Who are you" Jet said. "And why are these mudokens here at the train station? Guess we have our own little goroup. Don't worry. I dont eat mudoken pops. Eww! Okay, what is going on here and where are the new slig employees supposed to go?" Jet looked so confused.

[IloveHammy!]

Umm,I'm not sure if I should post this here but,I am very confused.I tryed the Forums a few months ago but it was just too hard for me to understand.Someone please help me!I want to work at Rupture Farms and have a role in the excitment!Please!

How do I create my Character?!I REALLY want to work @Rupture Farms with you guys!I'm just so lost and confused!

[mitsur]

OOC: Hey Hammy, anybody is welcome here.

First thing you should know, is that double posting is greatly frowned upon here, unless an honest mistake. Try using the edit button, located just below your post.

Second of all, go here to make and post your character profile. Be sure to follow the established guidelines. And please, be sure to try and make your posts more coherent, otherwise some dislike will pile up faster than Alcar's toliet during Mardi Gras ().

Last of all, post your entrance to Rupture Farms correctly. Since they can't have been there the whole time, try making them appear on train, or something.

A more in-depth guide to RPGing can be found in the first post of this topic, or here

Thanks, and welcome to W@RF!!!

[Zerox]

IC: "Meh...I was hoping for something different, really. It's fine though. Where do you think we ought to try next, then? Maybe if they have a sleeping quarters or somethin, they'll be there later tonight, I presume. We could try that. These 'eyed' creatures are useless in the dark."

[Splat]

ooc: Welcome Hammy, I know how terrifying it can be to start RPGing, especially when things are so confusing.
Try reading the information and advice to RPG newbies thread, and if you still have troubles you can post them in that thread. It helps me cus it tells me what else I have to add to the thread to get it right .
Also reading the rules is a good idea, as is reading a few pages of the RPG you want to join to get an idea of what to do.

IC:
Somi thought about it, "Well, it's only midday now, but if it takes that long then yes, we can catch her going into the R+R; that's where they all sleep. If we go to the store room for some food now, then we can look in the stockyards or something."
She led the way back to the store room on the ground floor and picked out a crate towards the back of the room that wouldn't be missed. "Alright, help me push this into the shadows and we can eat!"

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Krik watched distainfully while Gappiqu begged. It was bad enough having to put up with sligs at all, but this?
At which point Gappiqu whimpered something rather unfortunate. "I don't even know if Dionysia loves me yet!!"
Krik's jaw dropped in horror and rage. He was remembering quite clearly the result of Dionysia's last involvement with a slig. A slig who, by sheer bad luck, had turned out to be a Cartel spy and had told them everything. And now she was doing it again! It would only a matter of time before the whole nightmare of the Cartel inspection and the months of slavery that followed would start again! And if this slig was in trouble who knew, the news might even reach Skillya this time! And then it would be all their heads on the platter! He turned quickly to the robot, "Listen, RG whatever-your-number-is, if Skillya sends an inspection here, Arnie will be killed. There is something here in Rupture Farms that would drive her wild. So keep them away! Dispose of this fool yourslef if you have to!" He gestured at Gappiqu, and then turned to him and grabbed him by the arms and hissed to him, "Listen, Slug. Stay. Away. From that mudokon!" He didn't bother saying what he would do to Gappiqu if he didn't, but he let the tone of his voice do the talking. He threw the slig back down and turned to the robot expectantly.

ooc: Krik hasn't heard RG's name but he's been around long enough to recognise him... or it.

[Taytay]

ooc: I edited Scranton, and made a new slig character named Jade. There profiles are in the W@RF profile thread. I hope nobody stays mad at me...Im sorry. Thank you all for helping me though!

IC: Scranton looks around visualizing places he can lay his rebellios mud mark. Barley listening to Arthur he visualizes himself running around graffiting everything in sight
Jade rolls onto the floor of the train waking himself up darts off the train after hearing Arthur's voice. Jade stops in front of Arthur and after hearing what he has to say Jade replies in: "Hello sir! I am Jade, and I have been transfered from Boneworks with it's highest recomendation here is my paper for it sir!" Jade reaches into his pocket and hands him the neat little paper clarrifying everything Jade has just said. "Excuse me, sir! I will work whereever you'd like me to. I am ready to work whenever you ask"
Scranton startled at the scratchy pants'd slig stares at him remembering him beating him with his gun because the glukkon at Boneworks told him to. Scranton grimaced and then stared at Arthur waiting for a command of what to do.

[Munch's Master]

Dean followed Kix into the room. He turned to her and asked "Are you sure we're meant to be here? I mean, I know most likely nobody uses it anymore, but if there's security cameras in here that work, we could get in trouble. I was more meaning check the old store-rooms than rummage through lockers."
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Arthur looked at the white Slig. "As I said, I'm Arthur. Who are you, if I may ask? If ya wanna know where to go to get a job, I'd just head for the cafeteria now. You're meant to go to Arnie's office, but Arnie- he's the boss by the way- is eating lunch in the cafeteria right now. There's directions to the cafeteria on that map there. An' cause yer a new arrival you're meant ta fill in some paperwork, but I can't be bothered gettin' it."
He turned to the other Slig and mudokon. The Slig seemed to be very by the book, wanting to do anything to please. The mudokon seemed both shift yand nervous at the same time.
"Hello, welcome to Rupturefarms. I am Arthur, your current mindless greeting drone for the day......That's a joke by the way, it's Ok to laugh.....Ahem, anyway, for you," *pointing at Jade* "I'd again say go to the cafteria to find Arnie, the boss. Just so I know, is there anythin' you specialise in? because if you're a dab hand at cookin, I'll take you on as my assistant no paperwork neccessary, an it'd be a job worth a pretty penny too, cause i'm about to set up a big business deal. If you want a regular shmuck's job, go see Arnie. If ya wanna be a doctor, go see Dek, the local surgeon. If ya wanna be involved in security, go see #7 Slig, he's Head of Security. #7 Slig is in the cafeteria as well, Dek's in his lab. There's directions to all these places on the Directory map out in the corridor."
He then turned to the mudokon
"What's your name, fella? You seem another Jittery Jim to me, you look scared o' this here Slig. Well don't be anymore, cause here at RuptureFarms mudokon beatin is banned. Anyway, on your way. Again, go see Arnie for a job."
Arthur wanted them gone. Unless they were going to join him on the ktichen staff, they were only slowing his Intern Soup business deal down.
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Dek noticed Wash's funny look at the remedy. "Wash ,the Expresso and Chill Pill mixture isn't for Slap!! Its' for this...Slig here."
He turned to Praetyre
"It may seem a dangerous mixture, but what we do is give him the Expresso, then, once he's warmed up, give him the Chill Pills so he doesn't go into overdrive. If he has a bad reaction to it, anaesthatise him and we'll examine him. And if he's still cold, give him a while in one of the medical tanks, in hot antiseptic fluid."
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OOC: Don't want to soudn perverted but, Patrick, how exactly can you have a homosexual Vykker? They're all hermaphrodites, so technically they're all of every possible sexual persuasion at once! Unless they're only interested in one particular....organ. But I don't even want to think about that!

[Taytay]

Jade looked at Arthur with both surprise and happiness. Cooking seemed easier and alot less brutal. Jade liked that idea. At once Jade responded "I'd love to do anything you'd need me to do with cooking. Please, let me have that job! Jade tried to sound as happy as he was. Jade remembered the times he had been asked personaly by head glukkons to do their cooking. Jade then told Arthur about those experiences.
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Scranton shrieked with joy at the thought of not being beaten, oh boy they wouldnt do barley anything to him for the graffiti he planned! Scanton gave his best smile and ran to the map. Read it and went in the direction of the caffeteria. Running down the hall there were scarce sligs after his first turn. He grabbed his little charcoal peice that was oddly a bright red and began drawing a slig. Then he quickly drew muds shooting the slig. He tried to stay quiet as he ran happily that nobody seen him, but as he turned there stood a slig. He stopped looking so happy and kept down the hall until he turned once more but now into the cafeteria. He saw the prettied up famous glockstar of a gluk eating with sligs all around him. Scranton approached. "Excuse me...umm Gener-Presid-Mister Archie, oops no I mean ARNIE! I'd like a job doing whatever you'd like, maybe I can have a place with large room, like somewhere where I can...well just I'd like a job please!"

[Patrick Vykkers]

Praetyre replied to his superior;
"Thank you sir. My only concern is that its possible that such a concoction of chemicals will give him the same effects most Glukkons have after 5 alcoholic beverages. Uninhibited, overly sociable, and afterwards, brain damaged. And quite frankly, I think Arrack's brain is already damaged enough without reaching the level of legally dead. I'd advise testing it on a Fuzzle first. That, or putting it in a tube and seeing the reaction caused. That could provide us with some extra security."

[Zerox]

IC: "Mwahahah...I love being evil...sorta." Anyway, Sturg quickly inspected the crate. It mostly appeared normal, anyway. He then saw that there was a think leather (Scrab hide or something) strap on top, used by cranes to lift it. "Maybe if we tip the crate over, that strap will make it easier to pull. Or maybe...it's hinged. Can you climb up there and pull it down for us?"

[Slaveless]

OOC: Ouch. Now you ticked off Gappiqu. This might get a little violent, so if you don't like it, tell me, or we will have the same Stuey clone problem again.

IC: Suddenly, that little squeaky voice of that Vykker appeared again. It was shouting at RG-49, telling him about some dialema about Skillya. He pondered on the fact on what exactly did Skillya hated here. It was in no time, where it seemed like he was involved. His thought bubble popped and for hatred steamed through his head. It was Dionysia and his relationship with her. It almost was as if the Vykker himself was related to her. It burst into his mind as he remembered Dionysia claiming she was an experiment. But Vykkers usually don't treat their experiments with overprotection of the world. Hatred at last burst all toward the Vykker as he thought of how maybe the Vykker was in love as well, and wanted Dionysia all to himself.

It became worse as the Vykker suggested excuting him, and tried to push it into his head that he should stay away from her. And when he threw him back, it was imbearble for him to not try to do anything about it. Gappiqu stood fiercily up, deepened his voice, and blurted out swears against the Vykker in Sliggish. Even though he knew little of it, he still remembered some of it. Gappiqu rose his arm and pointed at him with a horrible glance, angryily roared, "You! What makes you think you can control my life??!? All I have to say to you is that your a filithy abomination on Oddworld!!! Now maybe you will respect the fact that your not the one for Dionysia!!"

Gappiqu for seconds didn't notice RG-49 was still there, and maybe even existed. And even if he did get killed, he did for Dionysia and that was all that mattered to Gappiqu. He hurled his fist at the Vykker on the other hand and directed right into the bottom of Dr.Krik's chin. Great strength dewelled within him and all he wanted was this Vykker to be unconscious. He didn't even cared if he hit him, the shock to Dr. Krik might give him enough time to escape.
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Kix looked at Dean again. She knew that the passages there were unpopulated and there was no light in the entire locker area. The whole power there was down and she was pretty sure that no Security Orb was there. She had no use for it until now. She replied firmily, "It's part of the ruins of the old Rupture Farms. The power is down and there is no electricity. We can still see, but I doubt Arnie cares about it now."

She thought about it and had to agree, they might get in trouble for breaking into a Slig locker room. And what if there were some Orbs flying around there still? Maybe they shouldn't take any chances. She commented on this by replying, "You know, maybe you're right. These pipes do in the storage rooms might be useful. Yet, do you know anything about pipelines? Because I don't. Maybe we should get a Slig and help get some pipes?"
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Slap noticed that Arthur seemed to have ran off after seeing the message. He would have hoped that he could at least call his friend with him before he got all excited about the soup. But oh well, nothing to do about it. He decided that he might use his remaining time to try to talk to Arnie about what is he gonna do about the crazy Sligs around here.

Before he was even able to type anything to Arnie, he was interrupted by some strange Slig. His features were disturbing, but he saw worse. But the thing that disappionted him was that the Slig seemed somewhat phychotic. Blurting things that didn't make sense, viewing two points of view, and thinking that Glukkons were onto him.... All seemed like a Slig that he heard about long ago. That story still disturbed him, but at least he learned something from it. Sligs with mental issues have unfortunante fates with Vykkers. He only got upset, because he saw this story 5 times already. That Slig will try to harm something here.

When the Slig left, Slap placed his laptop in front of Arnie, and typed down, "Sir, I do believe you saw that Slig, and I fear that he might just have the fate Molt, Stuey, and Gappiqu have. That Slig will go into the Labortory and will have to stay there until he eventually kills the doctors there. Please tell me you will do something about this sitution. You don't want to have fill lawsuits for having your employees trying to kill you. So please, tell me Molt and the others will have a future here that doesn't include having their mark on Rupture Farms be a deadly one."

[mitsur]

OCC: Hey guys, do you think Mech will ever be able to catch up with the rest of the peoples? Because I have no idea where in Rupture Farms everyone is. Since the main part of Mech's story will reolve around finding the Vykker who expirimented on him, he'll need to to talk to someone. So, if you can, please post he current whereabouts of your characters. It would definately help me out!

[Splat]

ooc: If you look on the map on the first page, Mitsur... There are a few people in the cafeteria (both the glukkons and Slap, an intern, there might be others too), Somi and Sturg, a meeech and paramite respectively, are in the store room, you might hear them bumping about or something, there are a few people in the basement and some in the lab upstairs. Oh, and a couple of mudokons in the stockyards, and a couple of people in the station, Arthur the slig and some of the newbies.

The odd punch is fine, Slaveless. But, Krik is like 50-something and Dionysia is, well, young. Ewwwwwwwwww! Mental image bad!



IC:
Somi obligingly leapt onto the crate and used her body weight to tip it over with a thud. "Alright, you pull it by the strap and I'll push it. Once we get it out of sight we can open it and eat!

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Gappiqu fairly punched my character's lights out.
Krik was not as young as he used to be, and he obligingly crumpled against the wall when Gappiqu punched him in the face. he'd been expecting a few things, and this was not one of them. Lights swam before his eyes and he gasped for breath.

ooc: This reminds me of a bit in the Simpsons. "Oh my God, I killed Mr Burns! I punched him right in his 104-year old face!"

[dripik]

RG-49 reacted to Krik's words with slightly inclining his head. "Killing Arnie? That is very unlikely. First, this factory provides the largest percentage of Mudos' meat products. This fact is more significant from an Industrial point of view, since the Native population is generally herbivorous. Magog authorities don't usually remove their head figures and replace them with unexperienced Glukkons. If this place was left without a boss, production would surely cease and the Industrial population would be left without their much-prefered meat products." he said.

His fingers were twitching near his rifle's trigger when Krik suggested that he should dispose Gappiqu. "Very tempting idea, but I can't deactivate the life functions of workers without permisson." he said. "But I'm afraid I must take the Slig organic to the Executives. At the same time, I will try to talk to them about their methods of management." All the distraction and trouble from the past few hours was rather disturbing for him.

But he couldn't get to the 'capturing the Slig organic' part, because Gappiqu gave Krik a punch in the face and ran away from them. "All right, I was wondering if you would choose the hard way." he said, raising his rifle. He aimed at Gappiqu's pants while he was running, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Rick, who was coming out from his hiding place, retreated back to avoid a running Gappiqu and the bullets coming after him.


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Arnie looked at the new Mudokon who looked rather excited to be there. "Of course, you can work here. I didn't get your name, though." He turned to Otto. "How come that every single worker forgets to introduce himself?"

"Must be the stories they heard about you." said Otto. Arnie raised an eyebrow. Otto continued. "They must be afraid you're not even real, being tolerant to the workers and all. I guess they are not used to that."

Arnie shook his head and turned back to the Mudokon. "So, got any special skills you can use here?"

He saw Slap typing again. "Uh, just one moment." he said to the Mudokon. He read what Slap has written. "Hey, you're the one with the 'reforming-Slig-attitude-with-philosophical-methods' idea, after all. What's this got to do with me? Do you think any of my employees is planning to kill me?" he said a bit angrily. Then he turned to Otto. "And I think you're the one who should listen to complaints and personal thoughts and what not. I made you Flak Clerk of this place, remember?"

"Oh, so you think I should wear a tattoo on my forehead with the text 'Glukkon Promoted To Listen To Your Problems', right?" asked Otto heatedly.

"I'm just saying that you should do your job!" replied Arnie.

"Seeing as you're the hardest-working Glukkon on the continent, right?" retorted Otto.

"I'm definately doing more for the factory than you!"

"Yeah, making a ComPhone call a day and watching the workers handle the rest must be really exhausting for you!" said Otto sarcastically.

#7 Slig was watching this like a Fuzzleball match, but he tried to interrupt. "Well, I don't want to be rude here..." he said uncertainly, seeing the Glukkons' faces. "...But I think you're both... uh, just... hanging around... yeah."

There was silence for a moment. #7 Slig prepared for the explosion, looking around for possible escape routes. Then, Arnie spoke. "I... Maybe you're right, #7." he said.

"I am?" asked #7 Slig, quite surprised.

"We should show more support for the workers than this." he said to Otto. "They must see us around themselves. No wonder they are not doing anything while we are sitting in our offices."

Otto was short on what to say, but he got the general picture. "I s'pose that could work."

[Zerox]

IC: Sturg got round the strap, got a vague grip aroud the top with his small arms, and pulled it forwards into the shadows. Hey then started knawing around the edges "Somi, help me get the nails out!"

[Taytay]

OOC: Thank you all for being alot nicer than another forum I had been in earlier.

IC: Scranton stared at the conversation around him, listening intently. Getting even more surprised each second, he waited then replied to Arnie.
"I am Scranton, In some of my previous bosses files I was one of their favorite muds. I am very loyal, and since I was doing so well they sent me as an upgrade to Rupture Farms. I am really good with my hands, and I am better with open places. Since Im loyal I dont need so many sligs watching me...that way you can have more sligs patrolling elsewhere. See here" Scranton showed Arnnie a peice of paper. "Here! It says I am loyal and I need very few sligs watching over me! So, where would you like me to go sir?"
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ooc: I'm waiting for Munch's Master to respond to my slig character Jade.