FennecFyre |
04-03-2016 01:00 PM |
What began as mere skirmishes and raids has erupted into full-fledged war. The industrialist factions held the advantage at first, possessing funds and firepower leaps beyond what the native resistance could muster. However, alliances of Native tribes, in forces unseen since the Age of Alchemy, slowly brought down company after company and freed hundreds of slaves, making up for their lack of numbers and weaponry with guerrilla tactics and a vicious determination that no conscript soldier could ever hope to match. As cash flow slowed to a trickle and the rebel natives grew in number, it soon became obvious that drastic measures had to be taken, and soon.
With all other options exhausted, a dispatch of envoys from several major corporations, headed by the Magog Cartel, was sent into the depths of Nolybab to beg help from their investors. They returned with an affirmation, and an ultimatum: if they spent time and resources developing a new weapon to combat the native forces, they expected it to be used.
With no other choice, the industrial factions agreed to the contract. One year later, massive crates of unknown cargo began to travel out of Nolybab, to be received across Mudos. The operation was kept a matter of utmost secrecy, but things always had a way of slipping through the cracks...
How does that sound for an introductory plot? Not my best writing, but I'm still trying to figure out what mood works best for an Oddworld setting. Also, how does "Something Wicked" sound for a title? Too melodramatic?
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