Try to ceep the RP'ing to your own caractar as much as possible.
Besides comments and minor things like: Then Killer saw the lever.
Thank you. (I dont really mind what happend, it is okay!
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Luckely for Crosh, the trees were pritty close together, so he slowly and quietly moved from branch to branch. He maid it to tree number three, and the treetop climbing was no longer an option. He stood up over the treetops. The sligs however had desided to whait for help, and wouldend move. They where 4 of them left. The Copral and three other gunsligs.
Crosh locked around, then he say two sleeping Fleeches in the tree. He carfully removed them, and tossed them at the sligs.
'FLECHES!' Cryed a slig, a shot one. The other sligs dident notice
them until a slig got eaten. Then that fleech got shot. Though shooting this Fleech actually relesed the Slig inside. The shot mearly hit his medal foot. And he broke himself out. 'Head towards the sound of the sirens!' called the Copral, and they left.
They haddent thought of this option untill the sudden attack of the Fleeches.
Crosh hoped down and ran for his hut. He hung up the dead sligs on a rope in a tree, as a warning to other sligs or creatures whom might understand. He climed a tree right beside his hut, then onto the hut, and opend a lach, and jumped in.
He light a candel, and grabed a bit to eat, and drank some water.
THen he heard a voice: 'You are surrounded! Come out with your hands on your head!'. Crosh growled in the classic mudokon way.
(Anger, key 5, AE, or 4 in AO). He hid a knife in one of his pockets and some food in the other. 'To bad I live so far from the mudokon village. I couldent make a run for it. It is atleast 5 miles, and those slogs!'. He understud that he was pinned in his hut.
and fighting wouldent help. They were to many.
He removed the trap came out, as they had told him.