Work at Rupture Farms (v.6)

[Goresplatter]

OOC: Yay, Dripik's back! IC:

Gore stifled a shriek as Gappiqu came down on RG hard - he hadn't been expecting that!
"Yo Gappiqu, I'll get out of here in a mo', hold on a second..."
He rushed back over to RG and yanked the gun out of his hand, pulling it backwards from RG's rear side. Whether the robot was built to emulate a life form he didn't know, but if it was, it would put a strain on it's arm.
Gore passed the gun to Gappiqu.
"Here, take this - you want me to do anythin' with this guy here?" he motioned to Rick, then approached him and got into a combat stance so as to hit him with his gun if he needed to. He moved a bandage out of his eye. This could be tricky - worker class Sligs, even with organic legs, weren't so strong.

[dripik]

RG-49 was slightly disorientated by Gappiqu's attack, and Goresplatter evidently took advantage of this. He grabbed his arm with his rifle and yanked it to his back, trying to render him unable to strike back at either of them. But his mechanism was not like normal organic structure, so he was able to turn around, even his arm was held back. He faced Goresplatter, preparing to pay back the favor... until he received a blow in the face from Gappiqu, who was apparently aiming for the back of his head.

His head bent backwards, cables in his neck straining hard. The hit he received shattered the glass of his optical sensors and damaged them. He couldn't see anymore. At first, he was under the impression that the lights must have gone out. He tried to activate the night vision mode of his sensors - no luck.

Meanwhile, Goresplatter released his arm and went for Rick, who was watching this, rooted to the floor. He wouldn't beleive this... How did Gappiqu end up like this? They were building that elevator in the Grinding Station some time ago... And now he was fighting everyone who stood in his way for some reason.

He saw that Goresplatter took a sort of attacking stance. He backed away further. There was no way out of this. Gappiqu would finish with RG sooner or later... Rick remembered the time when he activated the robot in the Storage Room. RG was not very tolerant that time either, but at least he didn't attack people without reason. And he actually saved two Mudokons from falling down from a decent height, even though he usually didn't think much of 'organic workers' - as he called them.

Rick noticed a thin pipe bending out from its normal place. It must have been broken by the shots of RG. He grabbed the pipe and broke it from its place. It almost looked like those wooden pikes Mudokons wield in the forests. He held it and took a defensive stance. He was not intending on attacking any of the Sligs - they might as well shoot him, so there was no point of doing that. Instead, he waited for Goresplatter's reaction.

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#7 Slig was munching on his Scrab Leg, observing the Cafeteria. He turned his head as a Steef and a Grubb walked in. "Wow... And there were times when you could only see Sligs and Mudokons on this level." he thought, mildly surprised by the newcomers. He walked to them, swallowing a bite of Scrab Leg. "Hey there. You're new here, I presume?" he asked them.

[Splat]

ooc: Alright!

IC:
Krik was just getting to his feet and trying to stop his head spinning when Gappiqu launched his assault on RG. He stumbled back against the wall and froze.
Krik, however, was not a coward. He didn't get where he was.... well, where he had been, by fleeing blindly from every insane slig who tried to cause trouble for him. He wasn't sure where Dionysia sat in this rebellion and he admitted to himself that it seemed odd for her to be involved in any kind of rebellion. Why, the very point of her existence was to stop this sort of thing! His teammates hadn't blundered that so badly that she was even turning against her purpose had they?
He looked around and spotted his snoozer and his bag on the floor near where he had collapsed. The two mad sligs weren't paying him much attention, so he quickly scuttled over and scooped up his bag and weapon, paused to fire a few shots over his shoulder at the slig who was attacking the robot and ran off down the tunnel he had come from, leading back to the stockyards.
He had to find Dionysia, right NOW!

ooc: Krik wasn't really aiming when he shot at Gappiqu, and he's not much of a fighter anyway, so the odds are probably against him hitting.

IC:
Ignorant of the fight going on two floors below her, Dionysia stumbled into the bathroom and found her clothes from the day before, hanging over the edge of one of the sinks. She'd just finished washing her blood out of them the day before when that fake wall had come crashing down and those two scared little muds had appeared. She glanced towards that wall, wondering if they were hiding back there, but decided it was unlikely.
She locked the bathroom door and began getting changed.

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Anni decided on a change of subject, "Somi, we were hoping we'd see you. Arnie let me plant some seeds here, so we could grow spices for the factory to use, and we need some water. We wanted to go and see if there were any taps or anything in one of the towers in the stockyards but we thought you should lead us cus it might be dnagerous." She added to Sturg, "You can come with us if you want."

[Psyke]

(( heh i'm just waiting for a good opening in the rpg. i wanna make a nice long post instead of several small pointless ones ))

[Slaveless]

Gappiqu was aggressivily proud to see that RG-49 was at least unable to do anything. Yet he was surprised to see that Goresplatter had gave him a gun. He didn't know how to use one with good aim or even with bad aim. He couldn't shoot or anything. But he was concerned about Rick getting into the way. Gappiqu looked at Rick, but he realized that the Vykker had just tried to shoot him. The shot struck the ground and not him, however one bullet shoot a dent through his pants. He didn't feel pain, but he wanted to kill that Vykker as soon as possible.

He looked at Rick and remembered something before he ordered him to be shot. He blinked, and just for a second, he thought he remembered something important. He blinked and saw himself younger, with a beating stick and saw Furz and himself torturing a Mudokon. The present came back, but left himself puzzled. Back in those days, Furz and him had beatened Mudokons for fun. And if they were angry, they mauled them and let be on the verge of death. Sometimes they even killed them for no reason. He had missed those days, but grew angry about them as well. Those Mudokons did nothing wrong, and so did RG-49 or even Rick. Beating them up will only get him in trouble. He should be angry at that Vykker, not them. Gappiqu looked down in shame and angryily replied to Goresplatter, "Let him live. Just make sure he doesn't leave. I will come back to fix RG-49. Just don't leave. I have some unfinished business to settle."

Gappiqu rushed off past Rick to go after the Vykker going into the Stockyards. He sprinted harder than before to reach the Vykker. Nothing had been on his mind except to punish the Vykker for even thinking about stripping his life away from Dionysia. Once he could see the Vykker a little more clearly, he charged the rifle of RG's and pressed the trigger. Rapid shots came out, which flew all ove the place, but Gappiqu just hoped that they would hit that Vykker at least once. If not, he would have to resort to combat fighting like he did earlier.
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Slap had just found his way to the enterance of the Rupture Farms, after finding himself going down the Grinders' stairwell and passing by some people. He paid no attention to them, since he was a doctor with a mission. He at last went through the walls of the Stockyards and found himself outside. The noon star was high in the air, but was to make a light grey come into the sky. It was apparently cloudy today because of smoke and made everything dark. Just how he like it. Slap decided to find himself go around the place, being cautious of possible Mudokons or Slig butchers around the place. He didn't want to seem suspiscous.

Slap, as he heard gun shots tried to look for Fuzzles. His feet ached in his search since his feet were not suppose to be used for this kind of rocky area. He tried to find small critters, but he knew that his very being here would scare them off. So while he tried to search for the critters, he tried to have a plan around in his head. He immidiantily got one when he saw a small cage, adjusted for capturing Meetle Larve.

He saw that the cage was like a trap, since it captured animals like a Scrab trap. Except it made a cage if an animal was to stop by to eat the bait inside. This time, it had no bait inside. Slap devised a plan to set a trap for a Fuzzle, by finding getting a piece of a dead animal inside the Grinders. "This was going to be harder than I thought." thought Slap has he tried to go back into the Grinders, through the enterance he came in.

When he went through the hallways yet again, he tried to ignore the fact that he was doing a job normally a Slig would do or a Mudokon. Maybe this was part of being a doctor around here, trying to do objectives in order to get down to business. Besides, who knows what kind of medience a patient needs more than a doctor? Slap continued his way through the hallways, and into the Grinders.
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Isaac had found a hose nearby a break station for Sligs when they were thristy. He grabbed the hose and placed it into the barrel. He then turned it on, to see that maybe washing the meat inside was not a good idea. The water from the hose creaked out of the barrel and rushed onto the floor. Most of dirt from the floor collected itself on to the floor and but still remained in some of the meat. The meat was probably good enough to package, but now he had to mop the floor! How unfortunant for him. He walked over the enterance of the Grinders, to find the mops and buckets around there.

When he got there, he came across an Intern. He froze in silence, for he feared the creature was going to beat him like a Slig. The Intern, to his surprise, looked glad that he saw him. The Intern grabbed a laptop from his apron and noted down, as if he spoke this way, "Good mid day fellow employee! I am Slap, the first Intern to be employeed around here since the opening of this new Rupture Farms. I am here to collect a small portain of meat around here. Do you know if you can spare some?"

Isaac was surprised by the Intern's friendly behaviour. He never met too many Intern's, but he knew they liked to see Mudokons being beaten by Sligs. So he was baffled by his behaviour. He replied, "Um yeah, there's some where I am going. You can go where I am going."

The Intern continued to type, "Very well, I will follow you. Do you mind?"

"Erm, no."

So the two started to walk over to the barrel after Isaac grabbed his sign that warned, 'Slippery Floors'. Isaac felt discomforted by the fact he was being followed by an Intern, since he was bit frigthening looking and looks like he can be up to something. He tried to ignore it and lead him to the barrel. When they got there, he hastily handed over the meat to the Intern. The Intern had his meat be placed in his pocket of his apron, while he typed, "Thank you, generous Mudokon employee. I need this for an experiment at the Labortory. Apparently, Fuzzles have not been capture, and I need this to capture Fuzzles. So that is all. But I might add you are a little cautious when you are around me. Is there something going on?"

Isaac looked at the Intern. It was weird enough that the Intern was nice and spoke through his laptop, but know that he knows what is going in him is rather pushing it. Isaac replied in a deep voice, "Nothing. Nothing at all is wrong."

Slap looked Isaac a little more carefully and made his way off, leaving a message, "See you later, Mudokon organic." Slap made his way out of the Grinders, thinking that this Mudokon was not telling that complete truth. He headed off again to the Stockyards.

Isaac thought as he placed his sign next to the wet floors, "What a strange Intern." This place was strange enough, did he have to go through some more?

Meanwhile, his brothers had discovered that they could actually use the saws a little easier. The saw had handles that could be used to slice meat straight from the bone, causing their jobs to be a little more easier. Now, they are starting to get the hang of being at a meat factory. And all because they learned that they didn't need the levers all that much.

[Splat]

ooc: Your last post wasn't too short, Psyke. It was good. You don't have to post lots, it's only if someone posts two or three lines that it can be an issue.
Oh, and Slaveless, Krik shot at him with a Snoozer. It's an energy weapon that basically stuns the target.

IC:
Bullets came rattling round Krik and he quickly stumbled behind a pile of unidentified refuse, most likely left over from Abe's escapade in the factory. The gun was fired with more passion than actual aim, and it wasn't designed to be used by a slig anyway, so he got out of the way without getting killed. One of the bullets hit his right foot as he scrambled for cover, not doing serious damage but allowing a steady and somewhat painful flow of blood.
There was no way he would be able to outrun this slig, especially now he was injured, and shooting moving targets was not something he was renowned for. Clutching his bag in two hands and his snoozer in a third, he used his last free hand to pull a scrap of bandage out of a pocket and, wincing, mop at the blood coming from his foot.
Clearly this slig wasn't much of a marksman, but at a close range the slig's superior weapon would probably give him the advantage if it came to blows. He settled for what he was good at and tried talking his way out of this mess. He probably should have run from the start, if nly his pride had let him. "What do you think you're doing? I am Dr Krik, the famous vykker scientist! I've worked for Skillya! If you kill me the whole of the Magog Cartel will be after your blood!"
Fifteen years ago it would have been true, but then all sligs were stupid. What was this one likely to know about famous scientists?
He had another idea though, "And what will my Dionysia think if you kill her guardian? What chance will you have then?"

[Goresplatter]

Leaving RG blind and unarmed, Gore was satisfied he would be incapacitated for a while. He smiled at Gappiqu's message, happily. He didn't really want to kill Rick. He took a friendly step toward him. He could tell by Rick's eyes that he wouldn't have had the heart to swing that bar at him. Instead, he offered an arm to him, to aid him to get up from his slouch in the corner.
"You hear that, laddie? Don't do a runner and we won't have to get nasty at all. Which I really don't wanna do right now. Smoke?" He offered a Lungbuster to Rick, remembering to keep an eye on the robot - he'd seen Greeters get back up after a few hits and... could they even see at all? They were big mouths plastered on to trashcans. He smiled to himself. Greeters were in happier days to Goresplatter, he thought to himself.

[arkaznor]

ic: Ark gazed around the room, seeing two things of interest. The first thing he noticed was a slig approaching a steef and grubb, and the other was two glukkons, one in a green suit with the other with a blue one. He was tense about the steef, they were fast, strong, and scary if they wanted to be. So, Ark started for the glukkons, standing nearby waiting to let them notice him.

[Psyke]

"Mhp...." he muttered to himself a tad confused as to where he was supposed to go he managed to squeeze himself through the hallways. ducking and edging his way under overhead banisters. "i think i'm lost." he said before making his way over to a intercom/screen and typing up a random number beliving it to be head office"........Hey!" he said into the built in mic. "where can i find da boss man?" he asked tilting his head off to one side waiting for a reply being quite the simpleton he thought there may someone on the other line. getting impatient roid sighed to himself and Set off once more "useless prick..." he muttered laughing loudly in a obnoxious tone as he left.

Coming to a set of stairs the sligs body filled with rage once more a side effect of the supple amount of steroids he'd been pumped with. "God Damn it!....stairs....i hate these things!" he yelled out clenching his fists into a ball. his voice echoed down the entire ground floor below distracting the simple minded slig he chuckled "no! must figure out a way to get down" he said trying to concentrate and use what braincells he had to figure out a way to get down

gripping the sides of the walls beside him he barely managed to hoist himself up with the extra weight of his legs Lowering himself down onto the stairs with a loud thump he began to repeat the process over and over again till he reached the bottom. gasping and wheezing slightly from extreme exhaustion. "peice of cake..."

[Splat]

ooc: Sorry, one of the rules of this RPG is that no random characters are allowed, in other words no characters who aren't controlled by another player and have their own bio. Your stuttering mudokon would count as a random character.

[Psyke]

(( woops ._.;;; Sorry about that.))

EDIT: there i fixed it..

[moxco]

Mox walks into the train station with B1 and B2 behind him.
Mox has no idear if the station is active or not.
*lights cigar*
Mox and bounces leave
the train station and enters the grinding area(lvl2)
and mox yells out heloooooo any one any here.

[IloveHammy!]

ic:Opple:"Yes,we are new.And we would like to work here.My name is Opple Steefson and this this my sister,Shickwayla(I'm adopted by the way,just so ya know!).We have come all the way from New Yolk City.We just love big factories and everything industrial!"*winks at the Slig,trying to be flirty*
Shickwayla:*rolls her eyes at her sister*"Are you in charge here?If you are,please could you tell us what papers to sign so we can find a room for our things and get to work?"

ooc:I have a picture of Shickwayla in the fan art thread,it's in "IloveHammy!Or Ca$andra'$ Oddworld Art".Please check it out.

[Zerox]

IC: When Sturg was invitied to come, the definite answer was "Yes!...please". Well, kinda. Not like his life was gonna get any excitement at all if he said no. His life had been pretty boring 'til very recently.

[dripik]

"I'm in charge of Security around here. Oh, the name's #7 Slig, by the way. You can put your belongings down in the R+R, it's on the first floor. You can take the stairs next to the Grinding Station. And I don't know about papers, we never had a habit of handling paperwork. Just as punishment for wrong-doers." shrugged #7 Slig.

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Rick did not accept Goresplatter's arm. He remained where he was, eyeing the Slig suspiciously, holding the pipe in front of him. "No. Destroying myself is not a hobby I prefer." he said coldly, refusing the Lungbuster Goresplatter offered him. "So you don't want to get nasty at all, right? I'm sure RG would understand when you told him that, after tearing his gun out from his hands and making him blind." he said sarcastically. He shot a quick glance towards the robot, which was standing where he received the hit, apparently paralyzed.

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Arnie and Otto had just left the Cafeteria, when Arnie noticed that a new Mudokon was following them. They stopped and turned around, facing him. "Hi. You must be another newcomer. Looking for work, I suppose?" asked Arnie.

[arkaznor]

"Um, yes. I don't really know what I can do around here. But, I have experience with newly hatched mudokon, dealing with wildlife, shooting thing, and I can posses fuzzles. And, I was told to come here to find work, without becoming a slave. Also, I can fill out an application if I have to." Ark replied, deciding to talk only if asked a question. Ark also wasn't sure if could trust a glukkon, even if he had been told that you could.

[Slaveless]

OOC: I am going to avoid the possibility of Gappiqu becoming a killer for sake of the RPG's rules.

IC: Gappiqu sprinted over the fallen body of Dr. Krik, to see if he was dead yet. He was to be unsastified to see that he was still living and talking is way into Gappiqu's mind. He rose the gun to Dr. Kirk's face and was to listen to his statements. He recharged his gun when he learned the Vykker's name, which in fact rang a bell. Gappiqu recalled Vykkers grumble about his amazing discovery that they didn't find out about 15 years ago. Then and even now, he didn't care. He barked out in fresh anger, "I don't care if you are Skillya yourself, that doesn't cover the fact that you will ruin my life in moments!!!"

Yet he thought about what he said about Dionysia. It processed into his angered head since it was worth thinking about. Guardain? Was this Vykker just the creator of Dionysia? That made it seem like the two were close friends to some extent. And he would hate to upset her. How could he live with having to know that he upsetted her into depression? Mudokons were very sensitive, and they don't recover fast if you're Dionysia who could hold a grudge? He too would go into depression. The sitution was hard to think about, since he had placed himself into a position that couldn't be covered. One choice made him live a lie, another would make him destory what he had. Either choice would not be helpful for him.

It was then a new light shone upon him, for when he was blaming this all on the Vykkers, in reality he was the one that had torcured that Mudokon back at Vykker Labs, that caused him gain legs and life, but lose himself and his friend. The Vykkers made it worse for him, but he probably would have been killed by now if he hadn't gotten that surgery. Maybe Vykkers were wrong to destory his friend and his popularity, but that was all part of life. And maybe he should spend these last moments knowing what he has been doing.

Gappiqu made his decision. He literally raised RG's rifle into the air and whacked it against Kirk's Snoozer, hoping it would fall out and be smashed. He then stared at Kirk and looked at him both angerily and maybe almost as a father. Sure, he might be a b****, but he nearily was the one who made his life better and succeeded in doing that. Gappiqu smiled underneth his mask and started to weep of both saddness and happiness. He dropped his rifle and knelt down to Kirk's level. He wearily said, "Th-thank you!!", and gave him a strong hug. Gappiqu had to thank him. This Vykker changed his life in ways he preferred.

Gappiqu rose back up into the air and looked at the Vykker with glee. He could imagine how come this Vykker would be confused about the whole sitution. Gappiqu tried to wearily explain to the Vykker, "You might not think you did anything, but you did more than you could imagine. You made someone who is by far a great person in my eyes. Dionysia is not an experiment in my eyes, but a female that could be close to a Slig goddess in thought. She made my pitied life grow light. And then you let me realize that I could control of emotions over other people. That is by far the greatest gift any Vykker gave me. That may have been one of the most important things that ever happened to me. I know you have done bigger than what you did 15 years ago, (yes, I am that old to remember) but what you did affected me more than what Odd could do. So there, thank you. But..." He continued more seriousily, "If you tell anyone what I did to you or attempted to do, I will consider you a threat and think of nothing but to kill you. I will honor you in the ways I just mentioned if, and only if, you say nothing. I am warning you since my anger possessed self will come out again if that does happen and I won't care because there would be nothing to stop me. But yes, goodbye. I shall act like we never had this encounter as long as you do too. Promise me that?" He held out his hand to lift the Vykker off from the ground as a sign of trust.
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Slap had once again exited Rupture Farms and entered the Stockyards. He still held the pack of meat he had in his hand and searched for that critter trap he saw earlier. Ignoring the pain in his feet, he climbed over the rocky areas, in hope he might just find the critter trap. He however, paid attention to the animals around him. A Paramite might just pop outta nowhere, wanting the meat he held in him hand. Or worse, a Scrab. He hurried his pace to find his destination.

Slap was to be grateful that he found the critter trap before someone came over to steal his meat. He gently placed the meat by the critter trap and hoped that an animal would come by. He sneak far from the critter cage, but was still in a distance of sight from the trap.
Slap was lucky enough to see that two Fuzzles were by the trap when he looked back at the trap. They leapt at the meat as soon as they saw it, but yelped when trap crammed them in into the cage at once. They tried to struggle out of the cage, but they were not fortunent enough. Slap sprinted over to the cage as soon as possible before anything happened. He emptied his hand of any meat and threw it by the other meat. Slap had realized that this was Scrab meat and did not attract Paramites or Scrab. He was lucky this time, but he thought he could hear Paramites coming by. Slap sprinted off with the captured Fuzzles in his hands. As soon as he returned back into the enterance to Rupture Farms, and closed, but didn't lock, the enterance door. He then entered back into the factory.

Slap passed by the corriders, trying to ignore the shierks of the Fuzzles squeezed into a small space. He saw tons of new employees, and ones he saw from yesterday. He saw Arnie and Otto talking to a new Mudokon that he didn't see yesterday. Slap then tried to concur with himself whether or not some of these employees here were from two years ago or two minutes ago. The only way he could realize this is if he heard them talk to anyone, since they react and respond differently than someone that was an employee for a while. Yet, he figured this shouldn't be a concern of his and continued down the corriders and the stairwells. He saw Arthur talking on a fone, a Slig discussing with a new Glukkon, a Big Bro struggling his way up to the top of the stair way, another Glukkon with two bouncers, and two Sligs confused in the halls. There certainly was a lot of employees that he had never seen before. It was a shame he never got to meet any of them, since most of them had not received an injury yet or had not had a friend that did either.

Slap finally reached the Labortory and walked in. The Vykkers there were still doing what they did when he last left them. Discussing matters by themselves, on subjects Slap thought that would make good stories, but are unimportant to any extent in his eyes. He gently placed his Fuzzles by an experimentation counter and lifted his laptop from his apron with his slimey hand. He carefully typed his other hand to the others, "I guess Arrack is awake. May I suggest restraining him yet again until further medication is applied to him?

Oh and yes, I do have the requests you asked for. We should have Chill Pills somewhere around here, but I have the Fuzzles and the Espresso that you need. The internet orders have not yet been introduced, but I will be sure to get them applied. Anyways, can I try the treating Arrack? His condition should be in my degree."

[Patrick Vykkers]

Praetyre replied to Slap, ignoring Arrack.
"Well, my fellow employee, I'm thinking we should test their effects on Fuzzles before applying them to a sapient patient first. I would hate to injure or hurt Arrack in any way, and by the way, he is restrained. However, we cannot afford to inject further sedative into his system in such a short time. It's effects would be deadly. So, you just lay the Fuzzles down, and I'll pour some of the Expresso and Chill Pills into them. You can take care of Arrack yourself if you want. You seem to be our resident expert on Sligs like him.. like that other nut I met much earlier."
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Arrack yelled at the Intern;
"NO! No test! No test! Test by bad Vykker, he hurt people. Pleaaaaase don't hurt me, Mr Intern. I'll give you a hug and kiss if you don't, or a juicy Opple! Opple yummy! Owie, me feel hurty from bad Vykker. You make bad Vykker disappear, ok? And give me some Meech soup! Meech souuuuuuuuuuuup!"

[Splat]

ooc: Just so you know, his name is Krik, not Kirk. It might have been a typing error, but you made it a few times so... It was actually a tribute to the real scientist, Francis Crick, who helped discover the structure of DNA.
Some years ago Krik was quite famous, but then things turned rather bad for him and he lost his fame and money. If you want to know more (for the sake of the story of course) you can PM me; the information is free to be viewed by all employees of the Magog Cartel (which includes everyone emplyed at Rupture Farms).

IC:
Anni smiled and Jim pointed, "There's a security tower over there, maybe Somi should lead the way though, in case there is anything dangerous. I heard Molluck was pretty nasty to his mudokons."
They started on their way.

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As Gappiqu raised his gun, Krik got the idea he was about to get a beating and tried to bring his snoozer up to point at the slig's body, but he was too slow and the snoozer was knocked easily out of his hand. It skittered across the floor and out of the vykker's reach.
And then the slig had grabbed Krik and wrapped his arms around him. He froze, thinking the slig was about to try crushing him, but then it dawned on him that he was being hugged! Clearly this slig was more insane than he had thought!

Once again, Gappiqu began declaring his love for DS-P.L7 v4 and anger flared inside of him. Things might have gotten dangerously tense inside of him if Gappiqu hadn't unintentionally appealed to the only part of Krik that overrode his caution: his ego.

"I know you have done bigger than what you did 15 years ago..."

His arrogance swelled to know that despite everything that had happened his legacy to the industrial world had not been totally forgotten, even by creatures as pathetic as sligs! That brought him to his senses and he realised threatening this slig when he himself was unarmed and the slig still had the robot's rifle was probably not a good idea.
This time he played the reasoning card. In his most cheerful voice (which still sounded like his voicebox was full of gravel) he said, "Listen, I'm sorry I have to tell you this, but you seem to have been through a lot and I don't want you to suffer more than you have to." He took a breath and applied all his psychological knowledge into making the lie he was about to tell this crazy slig believable, "You're not the first to fall for Dionysia like this. There's been a whole line of sligs that she's led on to believe she actually wanted to get to know that better, only to break their hearts when it was the most dramatic, and the most embarrasing to the slig involved. I'm afraid she was made to deceive people. Her purpose is to trick terrorists into getting killed or caught. It's developed into a compulsion to trick anyone who puts their trust in her. I know she can seem very convincing, but really, that's the point of her isn't it? You have to remember that when it comes down to it, she is an experiment, and a meer prototype at that. I think it's better to break this to you know rather than let her do it in front of everyone."


ooc: In a somewhat unrelated note, I'm close to posting the start of the story I'm writing to detail the pasts of some of omy W@RF characters: Stivik, Dionysia, Dr Krik. At the moment I've written the start of Stivik's past, before he became a Magog Cartel snoop. Once I get up to his recruitment I'll start posting.

[IloveHammy!]

ic:Opple:"Thanks #7 Slig.You've been great help!Hope to see you again soon."*winks again*
Shickwayla:*Full of questions,she turns to #7 Slig*"Can we get a bite to eat since we're in here?We are starving!And afterwards,can we see Arnie?Or,is seeing him necessary?"

ooc:I now have a picture of Opple in my art!please check it out!

[Goresplatter]

Gore was slightly miffed. "Hey, leave my stereotype out of this... besides, robots don't feel pain, everyone knows that! Tsk." He stuck his tongue out, which looks particularly strange on a Slig. He just stood there for a second, then out of pure boredom, took his cigar and put it in the pipe. It slided down the barrel and popped out the other side next to Rick. He kneeled down and tried to think. He didn't know what about exactly, but he thought.

He suddenly noticed something though, however. "Muddy boy, that pipe was to the boiler, right? What did you think you were doing pulling that out of the wall!?" He started to panic. "Is it one of the active pipes?" He started shaking. "You'd better be able to fix it! I'm not kidding!" Goresplatter looked truly grotesque at this point. The sweat was soaking into the bandages and making them tear in places, revealing his red skin, and his eyes were bloodshot. Something was definitely up with him.

He started to quake like his adrenaline had gone into haywire. "Odd, is it hot in here? I'm f***ing boiling! What's up with this place!?" He looked oh-so-insane, enough to make the most devilish Vykker blush.

[Zerox]

IC: "I heard that too. Attempted escapes by Mudokons ending in hordes of corpses hanging off barbed wire, or shot noto the floor. Sligs and Slogs everywhere patrolling, security orbs, everything. Like a war zone. it must have been terrible in there. I don't see that sort of thing anymore, so conditions must have improved around here. Less food as a result, but..."
Sturg decided this was a good point to shut up about that subject.
"Okay, this security tower...for whatever reason, we need to infiltrate it. How secure is it, and is there anywhere to hide? Shadows? is it possible to turn lights off by shorting out electricity? I need to know!"

[Splat]

Anni smiled, "It's alright now. The new boss, Arnie, is nice. He generally lets us do what he likes, and he doesn't let sligs beat up the mudokons." She looked slightly upset at the thought, "Of course, there are still sligs who think they can get away with it."

"Okay, this security tower...for whatever reason, we need to infiltrate it. How secure is it, and is there anywhere to hide? Shadows? is it possible to turn lights off by shorting out electricity? I need to know!"

Anni continued, "It's not like that. It's an old tower, made by Molluck, so it'll be half in ruins now. The sligs don't use it, but we thought there might still be some pipes from the factory bringing water to it, which I can use on my garden. But we thought some animals might have started living in there so we didn't really want to go in alone."
Jim had a thought, "If the place is half ruins is it safe to go in? What if it starts to fall down while we're inside?"
Somi answered, "Well if it's not safe there won't be any animals living inside. If it doesn't look safe you'll just have to think of something else."
Anni looked a little let down, "Well lets go see anyway."

[Psyke]

Wandering the halls for a considerable amount of time roid began to worry if this was even the right place. having not seen a single creature in the hours he had been here. but he could hear noises in the distance. whether it was wild animals or Workers he didn't know "hmps...where is everybodys?!....it was never like this back and Flubfuels..." he said grinning slightly as he saw a lift. only to be let down by the fact it was broken "oh just Perfect!" he said placing his hands around his tentacles and yelling out "Helloooooooooooooooo?" Trying to get a sign of a response his scanner letting out a soft beep noticing the sudden change in temperature as he unknowingly made his way to the entrance.

Cringing slightly as his legs began to loudly screech and squeek clearly needing a good tuning up caussing the slig to avert his eyes momentarilly "oh....food!" he bellowed out seeing the cafe in clear site. the behemoth slig sauntered his way over. overshadowing the tiny grubb he tilted his head to the side his scanner giving off a eerie orange glow as he eyed her "odd little thing..." he said snickering as he looked over to the glukkon

"Yo. you da...bossman?....were do i start?" he asked. wheezing slightly as he held his chest "and wheres yur Tune up station...these things need fixing..." he said hacking slightly as he pointed down to the scuffed up outdated pants. looking somewhat of a early steam punk creation. "sorry for interuptin..." he said looking back to the steef and grubb for a moment. his visor beaming back and forth over the two. "the industry hires freaks now?...i knew times were bad....but c'mon.."

(( Ooc: sucky post ._.; ))

[Zerox]

IC: "A tower in ruins...? I think there's something like that I saw...Doubt there'll be any Scrabs in there, they prefer solid grounds. There'll be alot more Paramites, since there's more room without Scrabs and they can scuttle Odd knows everywhere."
Sturg then continued listening to the possible danger risks.
"Yeah, there would be no Paramites in it. If anything, they'd have reinforced it with their webs, to a degree, from its previous state, so it'll be much safer to wander around in, presuming they live there. And you Mudokons are lighter than me, so you should be safe if I can wander around safely in there."
Sturg then noticed something Anni said.
"Hm, a garden? Growing herbs or something, you mean? Can I see it later? I haven't seen any plants for years. Literally."

[IloveHammy!]

ooc:dripik,can you please respond to my last post soon?Should I talk to Arnie or not before my characters go to the R+R????

[Taytay]

ooc: Slaveless, I am afraid I am terribly confused on names. Wasn't it Bonty whom was running away along with Zap as a follower. Excuse and forgive me if I am wrong. Yay Dripik's Back!
IC: Jade pictured himself being looked upon by most sligs. Shouts of "Wow, what a marvelous suit that fine Slig is wearing!" and no more "Go Back to the Swamps, wussie!" Jade couldn't wait. He had some ideas for some gun modifications he'd enjoy working on...after all he would be uncontrollably rich. You know, being a valet and all.
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Scranton, the very impatient mud, darted at his full speed out of the cafeteria tripping over a steef shouting "Sorry!" back at the scary thing hoping not to piss him off. Scranton then found himself wondering where in the hell was this damn grinding 'thingy-ma-jigga' Scranton backtracking through the entrance next to the cafeteria into the hall near the train station.
He darted past the cafeteria walls and found an air vent. Curious to where it may lead him the thought process went through his head over and over "We let them work wherever they want..." So no matter where it took him he could simply say he wanted to work there. Let alone, the massive graffiti he had planned for the place. Around the air vent scraps of metal lie, useless. Scranton picked them up and formed them together. Using a weird sticky paste he had recently found, he stuck it together. He added his graffiti piece in, all melted and smashed. He added small pieces and over a good while of messing with it. He had a graffiti can. He left empty areas, to add more color. On the wall next to him he had already sprayed "Kill Sligs!" With a slig with x'd out eyes. Scranton chuckled and jumped into the air vent. He crawled, grunting "Ouch!" everytime his thick skull hit a wall. After a decent amount of time he saw light under him. He banged on the floor under him and eventually fell through. He hit his head on something sharp, he saw the color of his blood around him, it was all he saw. Then he blacked out.

[Psyke]

ooc:dripik,can you please respond to my last post soon?Should I talk to Arnie or not before my characters go to the R+R????

(( ooc: You can always have a banter at roid if your impatient for a post from dripik. he did just kinda insult you so i dont see any reason why not to :P ))

[The Red Muse]

((meh, might aswell give a shot...))

"Are you sure this is the right train?" , the smaller slig asked with a hint of disbelief in his voice, " ...because, to be honest, this landscape doesn't look familar at all."

"Oh shut yer trap! Dis here is the right train. Whaddaya think I am, a complete idiot?!" , the bigbro half-shouted while gazing out the window, "Dey juz changed da route da train goes, see?"

Muse gave Jammer a dull look. They have been on the train for days now, but still there was no sign of RuptureFarms.

"Oh yeah? Well answer me this, mr Brainiac; IF we are actually moving towards Rupture Farms, which I myself highly doubt, then why in the name of Odd there is ..." , Muse hastly glances down to the somewhat lush looking forest," ... a bloody forest below us?! Like, since when did you see a forest that lush near a glukkon-owned facility?!"

Jammer twitched lightly.

Muse groaned,
"I should've know better than to let you handle the train tickets... Where on the road to... Odd-knows-where! I'm so going to kill you if we end up in StressCo barracks/slig rehab -place...thing! I heard they make you eat oatmeal! Oatmeal! The horror!"

"What the hell IS oatmeal?" , Jammer questioned without taking his eyes off the window.

Muse shrugs,"Beats me, but I bet it's something horrible."

"More horrible than the so-called synthetic Meech Munchies we had the other day?"

"Hey, don't start to exaggerate things! NOTHING is THAT horrible! I think my liver died that day..."

Jammer snorts and looks at Muse, "Pfft, screw yer liver! My eyes are still spewing out puss and blood because o' dat crap. I can't see shit!"

Muse shivers

"Wanna see?"

"By Gods NO!" Muse cowers his eyes, "Just...just keep your mask on for the rest of the trip and you'll do fine.

Jammer frowns, "Dat wuz insultin'! It dun' look dat bad! "

"How can you know that if you can't see?"

"...shut yer yappin'..."

"Hah! I thought so!"

Suddenly the train came to a stop, sending the smaller slig flying across the room.

"Yarr!", Jammer howled and jumped up from his seat, "See now ya wee idiot? We are here!"
He started making his way to the door.

"Yeah," Muse grunts as he tried to get up, " ..but where is here anyway? I have a feeling that we're--"

"Oh fo' *F-bomb*'s sake!"
It was Jammer.

Muse couldn't help but to sigh.He had a gut feeling that their destination was
far away from what it was supposed to be. He slowly made his way out of the train. He looked around, frowning.

"Great job Jammer."

Jammer didn't answer, he was too busy chasing an intern who got too close to the raging bigbro.

Muse groaned as he read the rusty sign on the wall.

"StressCo, for those more touched sligs. Because WE care!"

"Might be a while before we get back to the Farms..."

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((Busybusybusy---> *flees*))

((Don't mind the typos, didn't bother to check 'em :P))

[Psyke]

(( *blinks* I think u luff ya red muse o.o;;. your post was so...different really well put together..and fun to read o.o; i could almost hears jammers odd accent. and muses continual whining xD ....i'll shut up now fer good >>; ))