| Races of the Disk | ||||||||||||
| Igors | ||||||||||||
| While not technically a race in themselves, the Igors are close enough (or, rather, far enough away from any other race) to be listed here. These strange people, all by the name of Igor, with a tendency to lisp and limp, are just about the perfect servants. They have their own rules to follow, by the name of the Code of the Igorth. All the Igors are expert surgeons, a trait that, along with other body parts, runs in the family. They have an inbuilt tendency to not want anyone wasted, and are skilled in the art of transplantation of just about any body part. They especially use this skill among themselves, and when an Igor says he has his grandfather's hands, well, he really does. | ||||||||||||
| The Code of the Igorth | ||||||||||||
| Never Contradict Never Complain Never Make Personal Remarks Never, ever, Ask Questions |
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| In addition, a few more points of the code are: The Igors are comitted to dependable, discreet service with a smile (or lopsided grin, or just a curved scar in the right place). "An |
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