The First OddWORLD War

[The Red Muse]

Okay, okay... okay.
This is an RPG. Duh.
The idea is pretty simple;
The industrials and the natives are at the brink of war.
And as all of you know, all wars has two sides- the good guys and the bad guys. It's up to you to decide who is the good and who is the bad.

The Sides :

The Natives:
Includes mudokons , gabbits and the Raisin(+the wildlife).
You can be Abe, Munch or any of the official characters if you want.
+Can use meetles as transportation and when equipped- can be used in battles.
+Has an affection for wildlife
+Can survive in woods/deserts longer than the industrials
+Has the tactical advance- i.e. Chanting
+Created to move in the woods/desert
+High morale
+Great teamwork

-Not that good with technology
-Can sometimes be covardly
-Give up easily when "cornered"

(note: Mudokon Scrubs are not native, they are a part of the industrials!)
Application form for a native:

Name:
Race:
Sex:
Age:
Religious race: (For mudokons- is he/she a Mudomo, Mudanchee or Mudoncho.)
Status: (i.e is your character a flake or maybe a tomahawker?)
Special skills: (Can climb trees, throw rocks, you name it. Just make it reasonable. No superpowers like, heat vision and stuff!. If you are a Gabbit, the you can automatically control fuzzles.)
Personality:
Physical description:
Tidbits: (This is totally optional, this is where you add all the cheesy details.)

The Industrials:
Includes sligs(all forms), slogs, glukkons, interns, vykkers and the mechanical creature(Shrinks, Snoozer...)
+Can use Mugs in battle.
+Can use Blimp for transportation and for spying
+Can use trains
+Highly skilled with industry
+Deadly weaponry
+Merciless
+Numerous

-Lack teamwork
-Rather stupid
-Useless/helpless when in nature
-Unmotivated
-Covards when facing superior numbers

Application form for an industrial

Name:
Race:
Sex:
Age:
Property: (For a glukkon or vykker/ wealthly slig with high status)
Workforces under command: (Same as above.)
Status: (What's your status.)
Weapons: (Only for sligs, interns and vykkers.)
Personality:
Physical description:
Tidbits: (This is totally optional, this is where you add all the cheesy details.)

[EDIT] Almost forgot...
You play this game like this...

Your character: "Saying stuff" *doing stuff* (Thinking stuff.)

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You are not allowed to use other players characters, if you do not have a permission from the owner of the character.

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C'mon up, don't be shy and JOIN!

[Hobo]

Cool, I'll join

Name: Phil
Race: Flying Slig
Sex: Male
Age: 21
property:-
workforces:-
Status: Sergant of a squad of six flying sligs, all named with numbers.

Weapon: He carries a long rifle, the rest of his squad carry a mix of weapons.

Personality: A fighter, not a Lover
Physical appearence: has a large scar across his chest from when he worked at rupture farms.

Tidbits: Has a long history of accidents at work.

[Seargentbig]

Me, too.
Natives
Name: Dernamen
Race: Mudokon
Sex: Male
Age: 8 (27 in human years)
Religous Race: Mudomu (what is muduncho?)
Status: Mudarcher
Special skills: More sproose than normal. Can climb
Personality: Thinks before acts, smart, nice, and merciful
Physical description: Thin, tall, Red Hair, and Green body paint on a paler than normal skin.
Tidbits: I don't know!

[sacrif]

Natives

Name: Sacrif
Race: Mudokon
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Religious race: Mudoncho
Status: tomahawker
Special skills: He can do the high jump and he is atlethic
Personality: Womanizer
Physical description: he is furious about the sligs
Tidbits: in the past there was a slig that stept on his toe

[The Red Muse]

..hehe... forgot my own characters...

~~~~~~~~~industrial ~~~~~~~~

Name: Christopher "Chris"
Race: BigBro Slig
Sex: Male
Age: 16
Property: Nothing except his armour and weapons.
Workforces under command: Commands the 4. Blitzpacker squadron and is the SIC at the Barracks.
Status: Lieutenant-general
Weapons: The bigger Blitzpacker and a Lungbuster
Personality: Commanding and demanding. Likes guns and rock music. Knows how to play a bass. Also likes to smoke ,drink and smile.
Physical description: Buffed like all the bigbros.
Tidbits: Has a secret desire to dress up as a woman.

~~~~~~~~ native~~~~~~~~~~

Name: Dominic
Race: Mudokon
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Religious race: Mudanchee
Status: Shaman
Special skills: Knows how to make friends with scrabs
Personality: A cool guy, some might say he is a live-wire. Is a real chick magnet!
Physical description: Bony, but tall. Loves to wear feather decorations .
Tidbits: Dominic is afraid of Alf's rehabs. He thinks camomile makes you see stuff.
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(what is muduncho?)

The Mudoncho worship Meeches, like the Mudanchee worship Scrabs .

Do you think I should create separated workforces?
You know, like different detachments... (something like; The Flying slig squadron nro. 33?)

[Seargentbig]

I dont see why not. It sounds good. Thanks for clearing up the muduncho thing for me. But what do the different Religous Races do?
And when can we start?

[Hobo]

Religious stuff has to do with what tribe, and maybe even inter-tribe wars.

Any way workforces sound good

[The Red Muse]

Originally posted by Seargentbig
I dont see why not. It sounds good. Thanks for clearing up the muduncho thing for me. But what do the different Religous Races do?
And when can we start?

Hmmm... I think I'll make the detachments...

The Religious Races define the way of thinking and of course, the creature they worship. It also has little to do with personality.
Mudomo are more peace-loving
Mudanchee are brave and proud warriors
Mudoncho are more like rangers... you know... rangers

Anyway, the detachments:
*only for industrials*
The Blitzpacker Squadron : Only for BigBros. They're like the commando/SWAT forces of Oddworld. Very deadly in combat.
Commander: Christopher (my very own Chris..)

The Blunderbluss Squadron:
Almost the same as the Blitzpacker squad, except this is for normal sligs. Is more into special missions.
Leader: LT. Paulmer (owned by ferill)

The Flying slig Air Squadron : Only for flying sligs
You can run, but you can't hide.
Commander: Phil (owned by hobo)

The Spies : For all. They are spies. They spy on on the enemy. Duh.
Commander: Brendan (owned by Seargentbig)

The Snooz-em's : For vykkers and interns.
They're the "less-used" forces, they carry Snuzis and they're more like war police, they anaesthetize the foe and take them to vykkers labs for test subjects. Run if you see one of these guys.
Commander:

The Pioneers : Hurray! They make bridges! For all.
Commander:

Infantry : They walk and shoot. For all.
Commander:

The Medics: : For vykkers and sligs.
Medical forces trained to work on a war-zone.
Commander: Doc (Owned by Abe's Son)

Please let me know if somebody wants to be a commander in one of these ...thingies...
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~Shall we start?

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Chris: *sitting in his small office at the Barracks, waiting for a new order. He is fingering an ink pencil.* ....*sigh*

*he takes out a cigarette and lights it*

Chris: Odd... This day has been... boring... No new volunteers for the army... no coffee... no doughnuts... no nothing.

*starts biting the filter tip of his cig, eyeing the clock now and then*

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meanwhile at a mudokon village....

Dominic: *is making little figures out of sticks and leaves. This has drained all his attention. * ...steady now... *places a stick onto pile of other sticks.* ...Ah! Here we go. Yet another perfect scrab!
I'm so proud of myself.

*stretches and scratches his armpit*

Dominic: Whoa... I'm getting hungry... I'll just-- make another scrab first and after that, I'll go to find something to eat.

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[Hobo]

*Phil is in the flying slig training area. Below there are moving targets.*

Phil: #1 GO!

FS(Flyingslig)#1: Yes SIR! *FS#1 lines up his shotgun and hits*

Phil: #2 GO!

FS#2: *Pulls out scoped rifle and gets head shot*

Phil: #3 GO!

FS#3: *fumbles with grenade, phil has to knock it out of his hands before it explodes*

Phill: Weekend Pass canceled! #4,5 and 6 go!

FS4,5 and 6: *They each pull out cannon like weapons, that are semi-automatic but are powerfull 3 explosions litter the ground with debris*

Phil: Good work! R&R for all of you but #3!

[Seargentbig]

Dernamen: *Finds Dominic*
"hello! I just..."
Crunch!
"OW! My foot! My foot! It hurts! Oh. sorry about the scrab model. don't worry, most of it is intact. even if "intact" does mean in my foot. Er, anyway, I just came here. What am i supposed to do now?"

[Hobo]

*All the flying sligs but #3 and phil are playing with a beach ball in the air. #3 is busy polishing his gun. Phil flies in with a medal on his chest. *

Phil: #3, tell the guys that we are now an official workforce. That means I'm now a leutenant (sp.) and the top two of you guys will become sergents. This also means we're gonna get alot more sligs here from now on.

*#3 flies outside to see the ball collide with the rotor on #5's back #3 then tells them the news*

[dripik]

I'm joining!

Industrial
Name: Admiral Fred
Race: Glukkon
Sex: Male
Age: 40
Property: A strategic Glukkon Admiral, wears black suit and medals
Status: Big Cheese, who learned about military earlier
Personality: not an ordinary Glukkon, because he yells less with his soldiers than others
Tidbits: nothing unusual.


Name: #5 Slig
Race: Slig
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Workforces under command: guard of Admiral Fred, Infantry lieutenant
Status: a respected Slig Popper
Weapons: has a shotgun, a two-eyed mask with laser-sight
Personality: friendly with his soldiers, merciless with the enemy
Tidbits: he lived in Slig Barracks before Fred hired him.

[Latamire_Munch]

((ooc- waaahhh! i cant deny your awsome power of pursuasion TRM, i must join!))

Native----

Name- Lani
Race- Mudokon
Sex- Female
Age- 21
Religion- Mudanchee
Status- Tomahawker
Skills- Can chant and possess, but she doesn't like to use it.
Personality- Sweet, kind, but ruthless in battle.
Physical Description- She is muscled, she has a long brown feather and purplish skin.


Name- Mihoshin
Race- Slig
Sex- Male
Age- Unknown
Property-None
Status- A hired mercenary.
Workforces- None
Weapons- Sniper rifle, a regular slig rifle (i forget what its called) survival knife in pants.
Personality- Very mysterious, quiet, those kinds of things
PD- he has a two eyed mask with special attatchments for his job, he wears a black scarf and shoulder armor.
Tidbits- He will be hired by either side, as long as they pay enough.

~~~in Mud village~~~

Lani- *walks around village, waiting for something to happen* Oh, I hate waiting!

~~~~Somewhere near an industrial camp~~~~~

Mihoshin- (with this war, I'll probably be getting a few job offers. Industrials don't really like those Mud chanters, maybe I can talk my way into taking a few out for them.) *walks into camp*

[The Red Muse]

Dominic: *watches horrified when Dernamen stepped on his "scrab"* ...Erm... Hi Dernamen... You know what, why don't you come with me to look for something to eat...? That's a great idea. Let's go! *pulls Dernamen out of his hut with him*
What do say if we go to see Alf.
He might have something good to eat. I'm getting hungry.

*his stomach growls*

Dominic: Okay... where was Alf's hut again...? I always forget it...

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Chris: *sleeping at his desk*

--*Chris' dream*--
He sees himself standing in front of a big crowd, all of them applauding and whistling.
Chris is wearing a pink tutu with flower decorations on it, he has a big rose bouquet in his right hand.

Chris: This... is *sniff*... the happiest day---in my life! Thank you! Thank you all!

--*Chris wakes up*--

Chris: Argh! *looks around * ...phew... Good Odd that was one freaky dream! Geez... a pink tutu?
...I wonder if it would fit me...?
*grins* Of course it would! Everything looks good on me!
Heh-- anyway... back to work...
*snuggles against his desk and falls asleep*

[Abe's son]

Name: Doc
Race: Slig
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Property: Medic kit, case'o beer, pack'o sigs, zippo
Workforces under command: Medics
Status: Medic
Weapons: Snoozie
Personality: Skitzo
Physical description: has a slightly flat skull
Tidbits: The flat skull is front when he ran into a wall....that explains the skitzafranicness...ness

[Hobo]

*Phil and his squad are on guard duty. Their job is to patrol the skies.*

#2: This sucks!

Phil:Ok then seeing as you have an objection to this work. Shall i volenteer you for canteen duty??

#2: NO Sir!

*Below them a team of sligs are on the shooting range. In the distance Phil can see a large scrab herd*

Phil: *Into radio* Captian? We have found a large herd of scrabs, shall we eliminate or ignore?

Captain: Eliminate, we've got some glukkons coming today and if anything so much as scratches them, you can kiss that workforce goodbye!

*Phil and his squad fly over the scrabs, the scrabs vainly try to jump at them but end up stumbing on the ground*

Phil: #4#,5 and #6 long range MOVE!

#4,#5and#6: Yes sir! * they scurry off to a quite a distance and open fire with their cannon like guns*

Phil: #2 extreme range!

#2: SIR! * #2 flies a huge distance away and preps his sniper rifle*

#1 and #3 : Take out any run aways

#1and#3: SIR! *They move off to positions where they're likely to escape*

*Phil hovers directly above them and loads his rifle*

Phil:*Into radio* All sligs, FIRE!

*The first volly of attacks strikes into the scrabs, the cannon blasts making huge crators*

Phil: *Radio* All men fire at will!

* The scrabs fall in large numbers, phil is picking off the alpha scrabs with his rifle, his engine starts to splutter, he then looses some height*
Phil: Heavy weapons hold your fire!
* Phil then plummets down into the remaining scrabs*

Phil: Heavy weapons team! Search and rescue!

*#4,#5 and #6 start to sweep the area looking for Phil. Suddenly #5 spots him being thrown about by a scrab. It starts stomping as if it was doing it's whirlwind attack. It suddenly falls to the ground*

[Seargentbig]

Dernamen: *limping*

"Um, I don't know where alf's hut is, but im told that the rehab is over there somewhere."

*points somwhere*

"or is it..."

*points in apparently random locations, until he covers just about everywhere with his finger*

"Hmmm. I guess i don't know where it is."

[Latamire_Munch]

Lani- *overhears Dernamen and Dominic talking about Alf. She approaches them* H-hey, if you wanna know where Alf's rehab is, it's right over there. *she points and smiles sweetly*

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Mihoshin- *Wanders around the camp. He enters a building and soon makes his way to Chris's office. He opens the door to see a sleeping Big Bro.* *mumbles* What a pathetic waste of flesh and bone. *calls to the slig* Excuse me, but might I ask where I might be able to get hired?

[The Red Muse]

Dominic: Ah! Lani! It has been a while since I last saw you--last Friday was it? That is a long time in a village this small--hehheh.

*ahem* Anyway- thanks for the directions! Would you like to join us for a cup of tea? *swallows in disgust as he thinks of a hot steaming cup of camomile tea and shrudders*

Dominic: ... you do need your strength when battle calls- now do you?

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Chris: *jumps awake when Mihoshin called him* Huh!? Oh yeah, hi, *cough* ...to get hired, eh?

*lights a cig and stands up sniggering- making his office look ridiculously small compared to his massive body. He walks to Mihoshin and pats him on his back*

Chris: You've come to right place! So now... *he walks back to his desk* ...did you come here to join the army... or are you a mercenary....? *quickly scans through Mihoshin's gear* Hmmm--- you're a mercenary... So, let's get started:
"Name...
Age..
Origin of your birth... this means like a birthplace... or something...
Salary....
And then the workforce you'd like to join...

Oh yes, and special skills, if you are a mercenary- this determines how much are we gonna pay ya. If you're good- you get paid well--if you suck-- you get even worse pay than the scrubs down at the Barracks!"

*leans against the window frame, eyeing the mercenary slig curiously*

[Seargentbig]

Dernamen: *Looks at Lani, then nods*

"ok, thanks for the directions"

*Heads off in the direction of the rehab*

[Hobo]

Phil: #1 get the medics!

*#1's voice comes over the intercoms around medical room in the base/bunker*

#1: We need Medics in sector 3, Scrab injury, heavy bleeding may need urgent attention*

Phil: Guys, sweep destroy the rest of them!

[Abe's son]

Doc: *wakes up* OK GUYS YOU HEAR THEM!

*interns jump out of cots and run to a helicopter outside*

Doc: *runs out there and gets in the helicopter takes off and flys twords the scean now in range of visibility*

[Hobo]

All the sligs but Phil are mopping up the rest of the scrabs when #3 chases one into a forest.

#3: (wow where am I?) *Looks at GPS on his wrist*, Wow this isn't even charted! I'd better get on the radio *As he picks up the radio a spear just misses him, he looks down and see's he's hovering over a mud village*

[Latamire_Munch]

Lani- Of course! I'd love to join you for tea! *leads them to Alf's*

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Mihoshin- Well, my name is Mihoshin, my age is of no concern, I do not know my origin, my salary will depend on my job (I get paid per job), I do not commit to workforces. My skills include, sniper skills, hand to hand combat, I have knowledge and can use any and all weapons in Oddworld and I am a master of disguise and a spy. And of the matter of me 'sucking', ....heh,....let's just say you'd be foolish not to hire me.

[Hobo]

*Phil sees the copter*

Phil: Heads up guys, copter coming in!

Meanwhile..........

#3 is under quite heavy fire from the muds.

#3: Ok I give in! Surrender!
* He flies to the ground and throws his weapons on the floor*

#3: Peace?

[dripik]

*Fred and #5 Slig walk in Slig Barracks*

Fred: "I wonder who is the leader here now."

#5 Slig: "There must be a sign here somewhere. The taskmaster of Slig Barracks usually has an office, like Gen. Dripik had."

Fred: "Maybe someone 'inherited' his office."

#5 Slig: "I think that's possible. But where was Gen. Dripik's office?"

Fred: "I don't know. YOU lived here, not me."

#5 Slig: "But I never had to meet Gen. Dripik. I saw him sometimes, but those who tried to follow him to his office are locked in a cell or sent to the Queen."

Fred: "Hmm, not bad. We better ask someone around here."

[Seargentbig]

Dernamen: *Sipping a tea at - well, alf's rehab and tea.*

*New Character*

Name: Brendan
Race: Slig
Sex: Male
Age: uh... 10?
Property: Sniper rifle, silent rotors
WUC: Uh, commander of the spy forces, if you let me.
Status: Flying slig
Weapons: Special Night Vision Sniper Rifle, Tazer.
Personality: Determined, smart.
Physical description: Uh, looks like a slig.
Tidbits: Likes birds.

[The Red Muse]

Dominic:*sits on a comfy looking chair and yells to Alf* Heyyy Alf! The Shaman Dominic has an order! I need service!

Alf: *yells from behind the counter* No serving to tables Dominic! And you know it! C'mere if ya want to drink something!

Dominic: *mumbles and stands up* Lani, what would you like to have?

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Chris: Hmmm... *eyeing Mihoshin* Hmmm... Well...
You sound determined of your skills...
That's good! That's very good! You're hired!

*opens a drawer and takes out an application form*

Chris: Sign 'ere. So, your payment is 450 moolah per day and from every captured mudokon native, you'll get an extra 1000 moolah to your account. You will get your money when you resign. This contract includes a bed at the Barracks, daily meal and the pass to all areas inside the Barracks. You made a good choise, my man. Welcome to the Slig Barracks.
Oh yeah, and prepare yourself, we are doing an assault to a nearby mudokon village tomorrow.
Expect some heavy resistance.
Now get lost-- I've got paperwork to do.

[Hobo]

*Phil is recovering well in the medical room. #1 is incharge. He is having a discussion with Chris *

#1: We need to use a less- deadly force in the village, #3 is in there! He's been taken captive.

*Meanwhile #3 is under mud guard. A mud comes in , he has a large tatoo down his face*

[Seargentbig]

Brendan: *Flies into the medical room, spots #1 and Chris, then Phil*

"Woah! what happened to him?

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Dernamen: *Fineshes tea, walks out of the rehab.*

"Now what do I do?"

*Spots a tree that desperately needs climbing*

"Aha! Ill be a lookout!"

*Runs over to tree, starts climbing*