Work at Rupture Farms (v.5)

[T-nex]

OOC: meh... I noticed i aint really posting here anymore, or even checking the thread... Too much has changed and it doesnt really appeal to me. So I'm leaving. I'll leave OWF too soon...
So... Dunno... If anyone wants to take over some of my characters, feel free to do so. Just talk to me about it. If not, well I guess they'll die a slow, painful death

[Slaveless]

OOC: Oh, so he's leaving now. Boy, this is sad. But, now I feel like Slap and Molt should be my main characters. They are great characters, with so much planned for them. Max fortunetly, will be in the Stockyards and until the Slig gangs plans to get rid of the Paramite nest, he will be a silent character.

IC: Bonty remembered that Carrot said something about Mosasic Lines and he freaked out. Bonty, all his life, wanted to be free. And to see a Mudokon that could bring him to the native life, he thought of the possibilties. He could come back and save the Mudokons here. And this guy was the key.

He shouted at Carrot, "Wait, you went to Monsaic Lines?! Take me there! My life has been miserble and I won't live much longer here! Bring me to that scrared place!" He was dying to know if Carrot said that he could bring him there.

[Splat]

ooc: Wow, gutted T, though I should probably have expected it somewhat. i hope you'll stick around for a while, you've been a great friend to me since you joined here.
Anyone who managed to get me RPGing can't be that bad!
I've spoken with T-nex on MSN and she said I could take over Anni. I'm not sure how it'll go, but I'll give it a try. Hope to see you around a little though. Just won't be OWF without our kitty cat

[Slaveless]

OOC: Oh no, not T-Nex! Another one bites the dust....

Anyway, maybe there is someone who I can use. Prehaps maybe a few Mudokons, but that wouldn't help. I could grab some of Goresplatter's, but why bother having so many guys? Maybe I could just refer to them as, "the mudokons". But we will see.

[T-nex]

OOC: Well im sorry... I dont really feel for OWF anymore... Oh and Splat, thxx for taking in Anni... I'd appreciate if someone took over Kix too... The rest arent that important to me

[dripik]

OOC: Sad to see you leave, T-nex. According to my statistics, you're currently the W@RF Top Poster (as I said before). Your characters, especially Anni, gave real challenges to the story.

I agree with you on certain points, W@RF is not like it used to be. Maybe the story is worn out, or we're out of opportunities, or maybe it's just the lack of (good) players. I will stay to supervise the play, however...

...Maybe it's just the exam-mood speaking from me.

Oh, the statistics mentioned above can be demanded via MSN (Excel document, goes from version 1 to 4, showing postcounts and a few graphs). See my profile for address (same as e-mail).

Jordan, please insert a 'said Carrot' at the end of his speach. Oh, and welcome to W@RF!

[Slaveless]

OOC: I feel that W@RF is losing players and OWF is losing people that are interested in RPGing. And in my head, the players are the plot. There aren't any rebels from Stockyards any more, or strange experiments loose. Prehaps summer come, more people might come.

[Splat]

ooc: Well let's continue then. OWF and W@RF has hit low points before: st the end of last summer I thought W@RF had died, but we kept trudging on. I'm going to go with Anni then, so tell me if it's ok.


Jim looked confused. The prospect of being free terrified him almost as much as being a slave, so he knew next to nothing about the world outside. "Hey, wait up Bonty. What are Monsaic Lines, just some other factory?"

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Anni was excited as she reached Arnie's office. She knocked on the door and entered. He looked busy, but it didn't really bother her, she thought he'd be glad to find out her good news. "Hi, I found a great place for the garden. All i need is the spices and stuff and i can get it set up." She smiled excitedly.

[Slaveless]

OOC: I was going to take Dean, Kix, and Javi, but T-Nex's pm spot is full. Do you think that would be a good idea?

IC: Bonty looked at Jim confusingly. What Mudokon didn't know of Monsasic Lines? He tried to explain, "Monsasic Lines is not a factory, it's a native area for Mudokons. Imagine! No Sligs, all mediation, and no Glukkons! We could do as what we, when you want! No more beatings, no more Glukkon law, and no more processed meat! This is our chance! Join me, and we can free everyone! Even our mum, Sam! Think about. So what do you say, buddy?"

He held out his hand, waiting for Jim's answer. This could be the start of beautiful friendship.

[Slig outlaw]

OOC: Sorry for interupting but are you guys still taking signups because I want to join in?

[T-nex]

OOC: Slaveless, It's ok if you take those character, but I want you to consider if you truely can control them all. You already have a lot of characters, and I must say, controlling 5 major and 2 minor characters was a pretty difficult job for me.

[Bullet Magnet]

The van was not often used in the corridors of Rupture Farms, yet here it was, careening along the platforms and girders like a rampaging Mug. It was quite small, essentially just a cabin and a box on wheels. The side of the van bore the Rupture Farms logo, and the Glukkon's face eyeballed the scrubs nearby. Two sligs sat in the cabin, one driving, and the other smoking a Lungbuster. The driver had a strong desire to mow down the slaves they passed, but unnecessary killings could lead to a court-martial, and that meant meeting Queen Skillya. Or more accurately, her chef.
But these sligs had a job to do. The van made a nice change from the usual tasks they were assigned to, but it would be over soon enough. As they approached the correct zulag and their destination, the van slowed, then skidded to a halt, leaving tire marks all over the metal floor. As the nearby floorwaxer cried out with dismay, the sligs opened the circular doors on the slide of the van and exited the vehicle. The whirring of their pants drowned out the noise their footpads made on the floor as the sligs strode to the rear of the vehicle.
"You got the keys?" said one, in a typical, nasally voice.
"Yeah, yeah, I got 'em." replied the other, as if his friend was implying something. It turned to look over his shoulder. "Shut up, butt-munch!" it yelled at the blue mudokon with the floorwaxer. Using grubby hands, the sligs inserted the key into the padlock and swung open the double doors of the van. Inside was a barely conscious mudokon curled in a foetal position, lying on his side and covered in bruised and dried blood.
"The guys really went mad on this one," commented the slig.
"Who cares? It's just a mudokon."
"I heard that it was the third time he had escaped. I didn't even think that was possible. Why do they even keep it alive after that?"
"It finds flaws in security. Whenever it gets out, we discover another way the slaves might escape. I say death's too good for it. You hear what happened to the sligs on duty where it got free? I'll never eat another Scrab Cake, knowing what could be in it."
The sligs grabbed the beaten mudokon from the hold, and roughly hauled him onto the deck. One gripped the scrub's head feather and held his head up. It whispered in is ear. "If I ever find you escaping again, I'll kill you myself." The slig slammed the mud's face to the floor, and they both climbed back into the van.
"Hey! Get outta my seat! You're nuts if you think I'm ever letting you drive again."
The slig van pulled away, leaving Wash the mudokon lying on the deck-plate, praying to the Odd for the pain to go away.

OOC: any time you guys wanna help my guy up, it would be much appreciated.
I don't know when I can next follow this up (exams an' all) so bear with me.

[dripik]

OOC: You have real good skills at RPing, Bullet. Is this the first time you joined a text-based RPG?

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Otto looked at the fixed machinery. "At least they are up and running again." he thought as he watched a nearby grinder spinning, going down to the conveyor belt now and then.

#7 Slig stood next to him, waiting for orders, but since Otto seemed to be hypnotised by the grinder, he cleared his throat. "What shall we do now?" he asked.

"I guess we have to activate the conveyor belts to get production running again. I saw Gappiqu leaving, he must have finished the repairs up there. This means we can activate the boiler again. Will you, #7 Slig?" asked Otto.

"At once." #7 Slig waved his hand as a salute and left through the door leading to the production lines. He went along the conveyor belt, then went over a bridge to get on the other side of the belt. There, he found an elevator. He went down to the basement and, after passing through a few corridors, he found the boiler control room. He went inside.

The place was sort of eerie for #7 Slig. Not just becuase the red emergency lights due to the boiler shut-down, but of the stories he heard of boiler rooms. Whole factories could be destroyed if something is damaged in there. That was the least #7 Slig wanted to cause, so he tried to keep distance from the valves and levers. He found the main boiler valve. He went to it cautiously and turned it.

The boiler started to hum as a strange mechanical buzz came from the electronics. #7 Slig took a few steps back, dreading the thought of this thing blowing up. But then the emergency lights turned back to normal, and the humming got calmer. It seemed to be working fine. #7 Slig sighed with relief and ran out of the room.

[Slaveless]

OOC: I personally like Bullet Magnet's post, but I never the Zulags were still around. Oh well, I never read v.3, v.4, or the whole thing of v.5.

About the character business, I don't think it would hurt if I just took Kix. I don't plan to use so much. Plus, she wouldn't be a handful. Max won't be around very much, Molt will get unconsicous often, and Gappiqu isn't a man of great posts. So it wouldn't hurt me.

Oh and, I think this will end badly. Gappiqu never finished the pipes. He redid one and took a break. What were the pipes for anyway?

IC: Kix walked in some corriders for a while. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't find Javi, Dean, Jim, or Anni. Kix started to stop walking, and sat down. Exhaling, she saw someone she hadn't saw for a while. Dionysia.

Kix didn't know her well wnough to know if she was kind, but obviousily, she wasn't in a good mood. Instead, she grabbed a cloth next to her, and scrubbed some of the walls.

She suddenly felt a strange rumble at first, but it became an odd hum afterwards. Kix, of course, didn't have a clue what it might be, but she continued her scrubbing.

[Seargentbig]

(Ooc: Heh. My last post said I wasn't feeling 100%, and that was over 20 posts and two weeks ago. I'll bet you thought I'd kicked the bucket!
Or not, heh.
Bullet Magnet - it does look like good RPing, but there are a few things. First, I'm reasonably sure that most people who post for the first time here are critisized for having randoms in their posts - in this case, the sligs, scrubs and floorwaxer (Blue mudokon floorwaxer, hey?). Matter of fact, the entire post, while very well writen, seems to me to be out of context. Have you read the rules?
Heh. We've concocted a bit of a situation here, dripik. First order of business, to sort it out...)

When the doors opened, Duagen crept out of the elevator and hid behind the production conveyors. The sound of whirring echoed through the room, and peeking above the conveyor revealed a slig walking towards him. Still crouched, he scampered over to the wall opposite of the elevator and hid in the shadows in the corner. Luckily, the doors around here were not patient and closed before the slig could see them ajar.
He watched #7 Slig get into the elevator and go down.
"That, " he thought, "was very lucky timing. If I had been in the elevator a little later, that slig would have seen me when the door opened. I have to be careful." He decided to avoid the elevators then, and instead went into the corridors to find a safer place.


Nails walked up to Otto. "Uh, Boss? Anything else you want me to do? Things to fix? Places to guard? Cause, I heard that this place was back in business, and thought you could use another slig."


Having had a good sniff around in the caffeteria, and giving it a thorough "cleaning", Armpit went out into the corridors. He eventualy was halted by something interesting, in this case Kix and Dionysia. He walked up to Kix in the vague hopes of something being fed to him, but a scratch would be good too, he felt.


(Ooc: I ought to be getting the hang of this again sooner or later.)

[Slaveless]

Kix saw as the Slog walked up to her, with certain interest why it wasn't barking. It looked rather old, but he couldn't let be starved. Perhaps it wanted some food. She smiled a bit and scratched his face. She said to him, "Sorry bud, but I don't have any food. Why don't you go see your master or the cafeteria?"

[Splat]

Bullet Magnet, very good first post, just a few of the RPG rules need to be layed out. Like Slaveless said, no random characters, that can be ignored. This RPG started a long time after Abe blew the place up and it was reopened in W@RF 1 by the new boss, Arnie.
Your character won't have been here since the beginning, and beating mudokons doesn't fit in with the current story as (up until recently at least) Arnie is a nice guy and hasn't allowed the sligs to beat mudokons. We can assume the sligs dumped Wash here, but when he tried to escape from somewhere else (another Rupture Farms, it would seem) that was everything works out well and good


Jim was shocked. "Go out there?" From what he knew life outside was as bad as life inside. He'd been taught of terrible monsters that ate everything they met, and savage tribes of free mudokons who murdered strangers. He wasn't entirely sure how true that all was, but it scared him enough to keep him in line. That and the fear of what would follow being caught escaping wasn't attractive. "Are- Are you sure that's a good idea?"

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Dionysia rushed through the factory, ignoring anyone she passed, until she reached the R+R room. By now tears were rolling down her cheeks and she hated herself for it. She demanded silently, what did it matter if Stivik was being sent off? She hated him, he'd betrayed her and could have got her and her makers executed after pretending to be her friend.
'All he cares about is money', she told herself, 'An emotionless pr!ck; if he didn't just prove that to her then nothing could!'

She didn't notice Gappiqu asleep in the room. She threw herself on a bed near the centre of the room and lay face down, crying silently.

[dripik]

OOC: The pipes are not finished yet? Well, let's see...

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"Uh, first of all, I'm not the Boss of this place." said Otto to Nails. "Arnie's up in his office. I'm just his assistant... and the Flak Clerk of the factory." he added, mumbling. "But it seems that this place got fixed all right. You could supervise the production lines, you know. An important post, now that we're struggling for profit."

He looked at the grinders, and then up at the pipes. Suddenly, steam started flowing from the pipes. "Hell! Those pipes are not finished at all! All the steam is going into waste!" he said angrily.

#7 Slig came into the area, running and panting. "Turned... the boiler on... Otto."

"Then you can go back there and turn it off again!" shouted Otto while jumping towards #7 Slig. "That Gappiqu slacked off, and the pipes are not repaired yet!"

#7 Slig came to a halt then turned around. "Go back... down there?" he asked while running towards the production lines, trying to avoid Otto jumping on his head. He couldn't hear his answer anymore, so he went back to the lift, descended to the basement and turned the valve off. The boiler stopped humming slowly, while the red emergency lights came back.

[Splat]

ooc: Heehee, very good. Dripik, I've got Anni waiting for Arnie in his office. I'd like to get a reply before I post as Stivik.

[dripik]

OOC: Right away, Splat.

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A vein on Arnie's head throbbed again as someone knocked on the door. He went into the office entry hall, and saw that it was Anni. She told him about the place she found. "Ah, that's good. I've cancelled the spice transit, though I forgot to order the seeds." he said, and with that, he left to the office. "I'll call'em back right away." he said to Anni.

He sat down to his desk and called the Spice For Price Company again. The bespectacled Glukkon appeared again, dropping his cigarette again cause of Arnie's sudden appearance on his screen.

"I forgot to tell that we need spice seeds delivered here." said Arnie.

"You call that self-sufficiency?!" said the Glukkon, laughing. "Well, since I already deleted the contract, you can't..."

"Enough already!" shouted Arnie at the screen, and the Glukkon froze in mid-sentence. "I just want some damn seeds and that's all!"

"Sure, we'll send a pack of 'em with the evening Train. Contains three kinds of popular spice seeds." said the Glukkon, now in a more helpful-like voice.

"That should do it. Take the price off my account." said Arnie and the Glukkon disappeared from the screen. He turned back at the office door, looking at Anni, standing in the entry hall. "Handled it. It should arrive in the evening." he said while looking at the clock on the wall. "It's late, I think I should turn in now, this day was waaay too exhausting. Tell the others to have some shut-eye, will you?" he said, going out to Anni into the entry hall.

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OOC: Does this Glukkon count as a random character? I can make his profile, if it's necessary.

[Slaveless]

Bonty looked at Jim a little sadly. It didn't seem like that Jim was wanting to be free so badly. Hopefully his next sentence would change his mind.

He exhaled a little heavily, then said, "I would rather die in outside, than live in this prison. We have no lives according to Magog Cartel. So I am going to leave and come back to get you. This is your last chance to come with me." He looked into Jim's eyes, with the expression that meant that he may never see him again.
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Gappiqu breathing heavily. There was a reason why he had been breathing so hard. First of all, his dream was horrifing, for it included his old friend, Furz. Also, ever since his accident, his mask was made to shock him awake, if he didn't turn off his mask. And he didn't recall doing that.

Once he got up, he said to himself, "Well, back to the grinders." But as he got out, he heard crying. Very quiet crying. He looked around the place and saw Dionysia. Crying. He couldn't believe his eyes. She of all people crying. Something must have happened over the time he was asleep.

He went over to Dionysia and quietly said, "Dionysia? Are you okay?"

[Splat]

ooc: I think it's fine, only really random characters if they're in Rupture Farms. And as he's unlikely to appear again, i wouldn't worry.
Cheers for that Dripik


Stivik arrived outside Arnie's office just as the boss of Rupture Farms stepped out to join Anni. He growled, all he needed was that little girl mocking him as he walked out.
"Arnie! Thought you should know, I'm leaving. Got a better job somewhere else so I'll be taking the next train outa here."
Anni looked shocked and then grinned.
Stivik went on. "I'd watch yourself if I were you. You keep letting merderous muds run around this place and things'll come up bad for you. Oh, and watch out for Dionysia or she'll have you waiting on you hand and foot by the end of the week. Ciao."

Stivik turned and left for the station. Anni hesitated and then said quickly, "I'll go down to the station and wait for the spices!" And ran off after him.

She caught up with him and danced in front of him, grinning. "Looks like I won Stivik! Never got Somi did you? Never got Arnie in trouble!"

Stivik glared. "Oh, I got Arnie in trouble. You'll work that out in a few days."
Ani just grinned at him. "Haha, like you can do anything when you've gone."

Stivik arrived at the train station to find what was quite obviously a Cartel train (if a rather old one) waiting for him. Pausing for a second, he swung his gun forward, hitting Anni in the side of the head and knocking her over and out of the way. "You've no idea how good that felt. You'll get what you deserve Anni; I'll make sure of that personally."

It hurt where he'd hit her, but knowing he was leaving put her in a good enough mood to ignore it. She laughed again. "Whatever. What are you going to do?" She leapt to her feet and danced out of his way before he could hit her again.
He growled again, made a rude gesture in her direction and boarded the train. A few seconds later it pulled away from the station, taking Stivk away from Rupture Farms and leaving Anni grinning in its wake, wondering how things could ever get better than they were now.

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Jim was tempted to follow, but torn between fear of sligs and fear of the world out there. Bonty was all for rushing off without thought, but he wanted to slow down and think his way through this. "But- but- what are you going to do if you get out? Just wander around and hope you find somewhere you can hide before you get eaten? Look, it's getting dark now, that's the time when things are gonna be hunting and stuff isn't it? Surely we can wait till morning so we can think this through? C-Carrot isn't going anywhere. Mosaic Lines won't disappear if you wait until it's light will it?"

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Dionysia stirred suddenly as he spoke. Anger flared up in her for a second as she quickly wiped her face on the bed and spun round to look up. When she saw Gappiqu she got herself under control again. Breathing hard, she stated, "I didn't know ayone else was here... No, no, nothing... I'm fine. Fine." She hated herself all the more now. Not only was she getting upset over Stivik leaving (she should be jumping for joy, she told herself) but now she looked stupid in front of Gappiqu. "Fine..." Unconsciously she fingered the scar on her arm. "How long have you been in here?"

[Gretin]

OOC: Hmmmm.... I'd like to get more involved in this RPG again, but given my current lack of ideas (and often a lack of time), I haven't really been getting around to it much lately. Perhaps soon my characters may make an explosive (kidding! ) return to Rupture Farms, but not just yet. Also the fact that my internet has been crapping out for the last five days hasn't helped anything...

[Seargentbig]

(Ooc: You're asking us if random caracters are ok? Dripik, as much as this RPG is anyone's, it's yours to do with what you wish. Other than that, though, I'd agree with what Splat says.)

Armpit enjoyed the scratch, and made a satisfied sounding growl. Feeling content, he decided that it would be good to lie down and have a snooze, but first wanted to seek out Nails again. He resolved to head back the way he came, towards the grinders.

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"Yes, sir, Mr. Flak sir!" Nails said to Otto, who felt that all Glukkons were in some way his boss. Some were just bossier than others. "I'll just head there now."
He headed for the doorway in the hopes that he'd beat Otto's order to help with the pipes. Those kinds of burns could hurt.

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Duagen found a set of stairs leading from the ground floor to the first floor. When he got to the top, he heard voices around the corner. A peek around showed a glukkon, a slig and a mudokon. Categorising this into his "for later observation" file in his head, he snuck (sneaked?) past, towards the packaging section and wormed his way around the conference room, getting past the elevator not long before Stivik and Anni came around to the station. Continuing this way didn't show any good places to hide. As Duagen got near the R&R room, he heard voices inside. He positioned himself in such a way so that he could listen in but still disappear through this staircase if anyone came within view, hopefully before they could spot him.

[dripik]

OOC: You've got a point, but I respect the opinion of other people. It was the least that I asked Splat about it.

Return as soon as you can, Gretin!

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Arnie left the office entry hall to the corridor, meeting with RG-49. "That's all for today. You can go now, and... uh... robots don't usually sleep, do they?" he asked, uncertainly.

"Never, as a matter of fact. My kind can put itself in stand-by mode, which is practically like sleeping, but awareness is higher than in the case of organics." said RG-49 simply.

"Uh... right." said Arnie.

"It means that, while my power cells remain at their current level, my environmental sensors are working at a normal efficiency." said RG-49, while looking at Arnie, and continued. "Organic cells are more efficient than mechanic power cells in this regard. They can recharge themselves, while mechanic ones need a proper recharger unit." he said with a slightly disapproving tone in his voice.

"I'm no doctor, but I see your point... partly. Dek would discuss this further, I guess. Well, I'm going now." said Arnie, and went inside the entry hall, turned left and entered the Executive R+R. He looked at his bed, but he didn't lie down. "A cigar would do me good now." He sat down on a chair next to the wall, took a cigar from the table with his mouth and held it to the lighter.

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Rick finished cleaning the room and threw the garbage into a sack he found under the table. He looked around the room, now barely recognisible. It was definately cleaner than its earlier state and cartridges and cards were piled up on the table. He sat down on one of the chairs and started playing with the cards, trying to figure out a game with them.

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#7 Slig ran back to the Grinding Station across the Production Lines. He went to Otto and checked the ceiling, wich was now free from flowing steam. Otto looked at #7 Slig. "Good thing you didn't go wandering around, or you'd be in trouble."

"Me? Tell me, who was the one who told me to activate the boiler, huh?" asked #7 Slig boldly.

Otto mumbled something under his breath angrily and looked away. #7 Slig looked pleased with himself.

[Slaveless]

Gappiqu looked into Dionysia and said, "I have been here for 5 minutes so far, but I see it's time to go back to work." "But it's forever when I'm with you." thought Gappiqu when looked deeper into her eyes.

He looked around and said again, "We are the only ones here, but some people are going to come here. But I'm glad you are okay." He stoodup and walked to the door. Opening the handle, Gappiqu exited the R+R. He was going to continue, until he felt something wrong. Something like that there was unidentified breathing.

Since Gappiqu's sense of feel was gone for the most part, his other senses grew. And his hearing had been adjusted to hear the slightest breath take. He walked over to shadows near the staircase and looked around. Finally he saw some sort of Mudokon. And it certainly didn't look like that he was a slave. He said nervousily, as he never encountered a native before, "Are-are you supp-pp-ose to bbbbe here?"
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Bojnty sighed. Perhaps another day at Rupture Farms wouldn't be so bad. He exclaimed, "Okay, I won't yet. But let's consider escaping tomorrow." Bonty slowly got to the nearest cafeteria exit, but then asked, "What should we do now? Any work?"
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Kix stopped smiling when that Slog ran off somewhere. Now she was alone. And as she saw, the blood stain was gone. She got up and decided to walk around the place.

Walking through random corriders, she decided to check out the cafeteria. As she entered the cafeteria, there was something odd about it. There was a door that seemed to enter to place she didn't know about. She was too curious not to go into it, so hse did. Once Kix got in, she saw groups of tables, cartridges, and several other tools which seemed to be used by Sligs. The place a little cleaner than she had intended it to be, but that was what it made it perfect. She saw Rick and said, "Whoa, this place is amazing, did you clean this place up?"

[Bullet Magnet]

OOC: Okay, thanks for the feedback guys. I intended to write here the way I write my stories, and as Wash spent his debut barely conscious, I needed some NPCs to get him in and to flesh out the post. Oh well. You live and learn, and in between you get to look like an idiot. As for his past, Rupture Farms is a big places ("the largest meat-packing plant on Oddworld) and I doubt that upper management would make such embarrassments common knowledge. -Wait- this is Rupture Resurrected? I thought we were operating under the same cruel taskmaster force, dammit! They're still all miserable slaves, though, right? Only I have… plans… for my character. Okay, I'll go with Splat's explanation, and work it all out. Second attempt

IC: Wash gingerly rose to all fours and coughed up blood onto the dirty steel floor. Though one eye was swollen, the other could see perfectly well, as he eyed the shiftless workers around him who refused to come to his aid. But then he realised that he did not recognise the zulag- or anything else. Was this still Rupture Farms Docklands Division? Those Gorram [OOC: curse derived from God-Damn-BM] sligs had dumped him in some other Magog hellhole, just to be rid of him? The irony stung more than his bruises- he'd finally got out of the RFDD, just to be dropped back into this other place, where he had no understanding of its layout.

He cursed the sligs in a tongue from off continent. "Elum Sain hat shing tu!" Rising to his feet, he hobbled over to the wall, so he could take the weight of his knee. I ain't never getting outta this place anytime soon, he thought. I'm so totally humped.

The regular sound of the meat grinders pounded away, Wash felt like he was the meat, as each time the mechanics made his head throb. He called over to the nearest person.
"Hey! Hey du-" Wash's body was suddenly wrought with coughing spasms. "Hey dude! Were the hell am I?"

OOC: Okay, is anyone near the meat grinders? Yo!

[Munch's Master]

OOC: Dammit, T-Nex has left. Real pity T, I can understand why you're leaving (If you're still around here to read this that is), but that doesn't mean I have to like the fact you're going. And Stivik's gone too. This RPG has really been shaken up lately. And I've not been posting for 2 reasons-1) Exams, and 2) my computer got a virus and couldn't turn on. And BM< they aren't miserable slaves anymore, they're moderately happy to treacherous employees. Yes, this is very little like the old RuptureFarms.
IC:
Dek nodded as he listened to Slap's suggestion. "Good that you found a vent, go and open it quickly, to try and let some of the gas get out. as for actualyl setting up the backup ventilation, we'd probably need a slig, their masks can help filter the knock out gas's chemicals so the gas wouldn't affect them. I suggest Arthur."
Arthur himself was standing further up the corridor, not sure what to do and just hoping nothing else goes wrong. Of course, that would be when the distant sirens would start up. He rushed over to Dek and Slap
"Uh Dek, I think the Lab's not our only problem. There's sirens comin' from somewhere else in the factory. Sounds like way back at the station, or the grinders, dunno fer sure. So, what now?"
"Now, you go and start the emergency ventilation for the labs. Slap, can you fill him in, I need to open the vent shutters first."

[Seargentbig]

Duagen shrunk further back into the shadows when Gappiqu came out of the room, and felt his blood run cold when the slig hesitated. He slowly eased his way into a fight or flight stance while the slig headed towards him and hoped that it wouldn't see him. When he heard Gappiqu's words, though, he hesitated in doing either. He had thought that sligs would faster kill a native than talk to him, and the fact that the slig sounded scared knocked him even more.

He eyed the slig for a moment. He didn't want to start a fight with it, because that would draw too much attention, and the slig might become hostile and injure him. Who knew? He couldn't come up with an answer that would explain why he wasn't in uniform and wearing body paint, either.

He resolved to go for the next option. He darted up the stairs in an effort to get away, in the hopes that the slig would think it was something else, or think that there wouldn't be a native mudokon in the factory anyway.

When he got to the top of the stairs he turned into the nearby security office and hid crouching behing the door.

[Bullet Magnet]

"This is the original Rupture Farms, little guy," said a tall mudokon. He had bloodshot eyes, and towered over all the other scrubs. "Rupture Farms 1024, reopened for business." He then noticed the mud's sorry state. "Odds. Are you alright?"
Wash was breathing heavily, that call had not done him anygood. "Not really. I've just been dumped here by some sligs. I used to work in another Rupture, the Docklands Division on the coast? Rough place." He coughed again. "Beat me up pretty bad."
"What they do that for?"
"Any excuse, mud. I keep on trying to escape, an' they don't like it."
Linc looked at his feet, embarrassed. To date, he'd not nearly suffered as much as Wash his entire life. He scrathed his ass for a moment.
"I'm Linc," said the tall mudokon, holding out his hand. Realising that he'd just scratched with that arm, he offered his left hand instead. Wash took it.
"I'm Wash," replied the mud, pleased to have found a friend. Linc's eyes sparkled mischieviously.
"Hehe heh. Wash the mudokon. Are you dirty or what?"
"Ha ha. My sides are splitting," drawled Wash sarcastically. "I've never heard that one before. No seriously, you should do stand up or something. I hear the slig barracks are just crying out for good entertainment..."