1) This thread will also accomodate my fiction, if I write any.
2) Mainly for my benefit, I will shift some fanwork from other threads here so it's easier to find.
From the Oddiday thread:
A song from a Slig describing how you can take advantage of Glukkon's lenience around Christmas due to high profits:
I'm Gonna Get A Christmas Pay Rise
To the tune of Slade's 'Merry Christmas Everybody'
Why're you hanging in your sleeping bag on the wall
In the time when every Slig just has a ball?
'Cause though the workers are too happy
And your pants seize up in the snow
Your boss is gonna let that warning go...
Be-cau-ause...
Christmas is the highest spending time
In all of the financial year
You're gonna get a pay bonus
And a complimentary bee-ee-eer...
You're gonna get a much much bigger gun
And then it will be time to have some fun
All those snivelling Mudokons
You're gonna make them pay
For pestering you on 'Extra Extra Nap Day'...
Christmas is the highest spending time
In all of the financial year
You're gonna get a pay bonus
And a complimentary bee-ee-eer...
What do you do when the cameras are turned?
The Glukkons just won't care
At all...
At all...
Though the company presents are really cheap
You'll get an extra chance to catch some sleep
'Cause even a grumpy Glukkon
Will be filed with evil glee
When he thinks of all that sweet sweet dirty money...
Christmas is the highest spending time
In all of the financial year
You're gonna get a pay bonus
And a complimentary bee-ee-eer...
Yes, Christmas is the highest spending time
In all of the financial year
You're gonna get a pay bonus (IT'S NAAAPTIIIME!)
And a complimentary bee-ee-eer...
From TOWFFCFFC 2009:
My story of Sub, a worker Mudokon, and the events leading to his attempted escape from RuptureFarms. It does alternate between present and flashback, so be careful.
Attempted Escapee #224
By MeechMunchie
Running. That was all he had left. Sub tried to concentrate on getting as far away as possible, his heart pounding in his chest and his feet pounding into the rusting metal platform. He knew the route better than he knew himself; he just needed to avoid the bullets flying around his head. It was only a matter of time before one of the Sligs got lucky. Reaching the end of the walkway, he took a flying leap across the gap, clanking factory machinery stretching down into the void below.
***
RuptureFarms was, by nature, a deathtrap. Sub was a fast thinker, and had so far avoided any serious accidents. Others, however... they were not so lucky. Some of the things he had seen brought him to tears when he thought of them. Mutilated Mudokon bodies, torn to pieces by meat blades. Brothers fleeing, looks of pure terror etched on their faces as they were mauled to death by bloodthirsty Slogs. Distended corpses sprawled across the factory floor, crushed by falling carcasses... He was determined not to let any more of these things happen. He and his friends had taken it upon themselves to teach new recruits to survive, to take care of the injured and keep up the morale of the bereaved. Together, they could dare to dream of better things to come.
***
The Sligs were beginning to catch up, but their ammo was running out. Sub put it down to luck that the most of the factory’s Slogs were currently on border patrol, but if he couldn’t shake security soon, he was dead meat. Grabbing on to a steel cable, he swung into a shortcut only 4 years worth of secret searching on long shifts could reveal. Sub scrambled into the dark corridor and took a second to catch his breath, carefully listening for the metallic whirr of Sligs running. There was silence. Peering around the edge of the door, he froze. The baleful red eye lenses of the Slig stared back.
***
‘No.’ Sub tried to run forwards as he stared in disbelief, but Jo pulled him back.
‘Don’t, Sub. There’s no point. He’s gone.’
‘He can’t be... He was the one... He was going to...’ A tear rolled down Sub’s face as he knelt down, looking blankly at the body of his closest friend. Bud had always been there. He was the one Sub turned to when everything seemed pointless. He was the one who had started teaching new Brothers to survive. It was going to be him who led them out of RuptureFarms.
‘He died bravely. He saved 4 workers from that explosion. A hero to the very end.’
***
Sub tried to brace himself as the Slig slammed him against the wall again.
‘Y’ doin’ a runner, are ya? Normally, we’d have to take you to the Boss, but he’s... busy. So yer ours now. Heheh.’ Dropping him onto the floor, the Slig beckoned his workmates forward. The looming figures raised their guns as they closed in. How long the beating went on he wasn’t sure, but he was determined to go out with some dignity. Bruised and broken, he finally burbled through blood-slicked lips:
‘I wasn’t the first to try and escape. I won’t be the last. And when we leave, every one of you will be punished for your cruelty.’ He got no response other than a rifle butt in the face.
***
‘I’m leaving.’
‘What?’
‘I said I’m leaving. I can’t live like this anymore, Jo. I can’t stare death in the face every single day. Even with working deaths down, more Brothers than ever are disappearing for Molluck’s weird experiments. I’m leaving and I want you to come with me.’
‘Sub, no. You’ll be killed. Every Mud who has ever tried to escape from this place has. I know what this is about.’
‘Bud was all I ever had apart from you. If he’s dead, we ought to do what he would have wanted.’
‘BUD LIED! You can’t escape from this place. Saying that we would leave someday was just another way to make life bearable. If you really want to carry out his dying wishes, stay here. Since he went, I need all the help I can get keeping workers safe.’
‘He showed me the route...’
‘It was a dream, Sub. ‘Nothing more.’
‘You’re wrong. If I have to go alone, I will. I will escape, and when I do...’
‘Then what? You’ll get help? There is no help. It’s just mud, smoke and more factories.’
‘You’re wrong...’
***
Sub was dimly aware of the mud smearing over his face as he was dragged along the the lifeless ground. Roughly, he was heaved off the ground and turned to the sky. Even in his partial consciousness, Sub knew that his journey was over. He was just another corporate statistic. The rope now tied around his neck bit into his skin as he was gently lowered: Slow suffocation was the penalty he would pay for seeing the stars. He was dying, but this was as close to nature as he would ever be. He wasn’t sure if it was the bruises to his head or the rope around his neck, but he was certain he could see something in the moon... Something he recognised... Weakly he tried to raise his paw, failed and collapsed. Darkness swallowed his vision. A Slog barked in the distance as something slipped behind him, swift and silent as a shadow.
-----
That's all folks. Some may have noticed he is actually trying to escape on the same night as Abe. One of the hanging corpses in the Free-Fire Zone is Sub. (In fact, this entire story was inspired when I was playing AO and I could swear I saw one moving. I thought 'These Muds must have tried to escape too. What's their story?')
Coming soon... A more lighthearted short story. What's the worst time to inadvertently teleport?
A Scarcely Updated Collection Of Vague Scrawlings By The Member Known As MeechMunchie
Awesome picture.
