I like it (Again). Poor slogs though! Hope he gets his leg bandaged or something soon! He's making a mess! (Oh, right, he might die to. Yeah.)

Dude, It's Good
 

Yep, this is exactly how I feel about this chapter. ;) I liked the image of Larry in the corner as well. That was portrayed very realistically and it was a tense moment as well. Keep up the good work! :)

Thanks. :D The trouble is, I'm just real uninspired right now and I want to write, but my brain doesn't want to. So until I get some ideas you'll have to wait. Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up by Sunday or Monday, but I can't make any guarantees. And as to whether he'll escape, just wait and see. Although I will say that a wounded leg is a piece of scrabcake compared to what's in store.

Aye, I get that too. Most annoying when it stays for over a month.
The waiting makes it interesting, hope you get some ideas soon. (tHe age old question, how do you make daily life interesting?)

Eh? Are you asking that to me or saying that's what you need to answer in a fic?

Neither, i'm just pointing out the fact that there are some things that are really hard to write well. If something is just really average or repetetive (like computer game action) it's difficult to write about. Try writing about Abe entering a factory and saving the mudokons, you just get loads of movement and not much action.

Remarkable chapter, Master o' Munch.
Lot's of good detail, and I liked the play-by-play confrontation against the slogs.
Well done!
I'll have to find you a chisel and a mallet, so you can chip away your writer's block.

Heh, yeah, I could do with that. I have an idea but, it just seems rather.. you know, boring and slow, and not really enough for a full chapter. I'll hopefully think of something by Monday. Speaking of writer's block, do you still have that problem Dave, or will you update your fic soon? It's too good to be unupdated for so long! (Yay, I invented a new word)

No, no problem with writers block. Just a matter of getting online to post chapters. I have everything to the end of the story planned out, it's just a matter of writing it in chapter form and posting it. I have no real escuse, now that I think on it.
But you can't keep us waiting forever!

Hallelujah! The next chapter is up! I'm a bit undecided about this chapter. It's a rather long one, it took up two and a tiny bit pages in Word, and it's slow for the mos tpart, but does pick up at some points. Also I couldn't come up with a name for this chapter. All I will say is this bit shows a side to Arthur that you might or might not expect, and it also has a brief reference to the W@RF RPG, as this fic is set after the RP. I hope you like it, if you do please reply and critique where neccessary.

Chapter 5

“Larry? La-rry?”
Larry opened one eye to find Trevor, Max and Jeff crowded round him, looking quite worried. Well, Trevor and Jeff quite worried, Max was his usually p’ed off self, flexing his hands angrily as a sign that he was close to boiling point already. He opened his other eye slowly and glanced around, trying to take in his bearings. Still in the cafeteria. Oh well, better than being operated on by a Vykker. Larry thought to himself.
“Hey, you’re awake.” Trevor smiled at him, patting him on the shoulder.
“How long was I out?” Larry replied, still in obvious pain from his leg.
“About 5 minutes. Arthur was on duty and he let us stay behind and make sure you were alright. I think he’s gone to get some stuff to bandage up your leg.” Trevor replied, gesturing at his injured limb. Larry looked down and felt nauseated. His leg had teeth marks all over it from where he had been bitten; bits of dead skin had peeled up here and there, and partially dried blood encrusted his leg all over.
“I hope Arthur hurries up soon.” Larry grimaced, the sharp pain becoming a constant throbbing ache. He others just stayed silent, except for Max, who was still muttering darkly. Larry lay there waiting for a short while, until finally Arthur came walking back in, carrying a small roll of grubby looking bandage in one hand. He hurried over to Larry, and set the bandages down on the table.
“You’re going ter need that rinsing first Larry, all that blood won’t help.” Arthur simply stated.
“I can’t get up on it, how do I get to a sink to wash it?” Larry asked, more of a rhetorical question that anything.
Arthur gave the expected answer “Fine, we’d better carry yer. Trevor, support him by that side, Jeff, turn on the sink, Max, err, just keep doing what you are doing now.”
Max continued his angry mutterings and pacing, while Jeff hurried and turned on the taps at the sink. Together, Arthur and Trevor supported Larry, one under each arm, and helped him to the sink. When there, they waited as Larry rubbed his leg clean of the dried blood and skin as best he could with the warm water, then they helped him back to the bench and sat him back down.
Arthur picked up the bandages and handed them to Trevor just saying “I take it you know how ter do bandages?”
“How did you get these?” Larry asked before Trevor could reply.
“Eh? Oh, I err, got ‘em from the surgeon, they’re quite old an’ dirty, but they’re better than nothing.” Arthur answered, not bothering to look at him.
Trevor got on with the bandaging, Arthur standing watch. It all was going quite well until another Slig entered the mess hall, and saw what was going on. Trevor suddenly felt a hard crack in his back, and ended up on the floor with a nasty pain in the small of his back, followed by another painful thud and another pain, this time in his shoulder; with the Slig honking in his ear “What do yer think you’re doing, eh mud? Why are you bandaging him? Leave him to it, he’s hurt, he has to sort it out himself. You help him any more, and I’ll clobber yer some more.” The Slig then turned to Arthur
“And why were you allowing it? Leave ‘em to deal with their own problems, that’s what yer should’ve done, mudlover.” The Slig snarled.
Arthur’s reaction was instantaneous: the Slig suddenly found himself on his back across the table with Arthur’s hand fixed around his neck. Even Max, who had moved for the Slig the instant he struck Trevor, was surprised by Arthur and halted, slightly dumbfounded, while Arthur, his face inches away from the Sligs spat out. “Listen Lak, that mud ain’t of no use to nobody with a leg like that, so I figured that if he’s fixed up a bit, then he may be able to get on with some work.”

“Not that you’d know much about doing work, what with you sleepin’ all the time.” The Slig, apparently called Lak responded.
Arthur’s grip tightened ever so slightly around Lak’s throat. “You really don’t have any brains at all do yer? Well, lemme try and get it through your thick skull that if he’s in a capable working state, then he can do something useful, which is something you aren’t used to doing is it? Now p*ss off before yer start annoying me.” Arthur released his grip and shoved Lak away.
Lak, looking decidedly harassed, picked up his dropped baton and shuffled off through the door, but not before muttering a quick “Stresshead fag.” As he left.

“I heard that!” Arthur honked after him, but then turned back to Trevor, who picked himself up off the floor, but was still wincing
“You alright?” He asked Trevor, who weakly grinned back as he finished bandaging Larry up.
“Yeah, I’m alright, but-” however, before Trevor could continue, Larry cut across him: “Arthur, how did you do that? I mean, I always thought you were a take it easy, non-violent guy?”
Arthur grinned, before answering. “Well, since I am a take it easy guy who ain’t that violent with muds, the other Sligs started taking the piss with me, calling me a mudlover, shoving me around, you know, treating me like one of you, no offence meant. So I go into a fair few scraps, and I had to learn to fight decently well because they kept grouping on me. So cause I got so much practice, I an deal with little sh!ts like Lak there, it’s only the older and tougher ones and BigBros that I gotta watch out for.” He explained, rather cheerily.
Larry however, had a frown on his face, and asked “Well, if they all are like that with you, why don’t you try and leave?”
“In case you’ve forgotten Larry, you can’t get a transfer from here. I tried to go back to the reopened RuptureFarms, I liked it there and had friends, plus it was much easier, but I wasn’t allowed to leave. When you come to Septik Snaks, you’re stuck fer life.” He replied, much less cheery and much more darkly.
“No, I don’t mean get a transfer, why not escape, that way you can be free, you’re your own boss, nobody attacks you, and you can do what you want!” Larry replied, slightly hysterical. Jeff looked quite eager, Max suspicious. Trevor however, slapped his forehead, having a good idea what Arthur’s reaction would be. He wasn’t disappointed.
Arthur’s expression changed from a thoughtful but upbeat look to an irritated and slightly angry look, and he sharply clouted Larry around the back of the head, before answering in a rather annoyed manner “Shaddup Larry! Escape? Are you mad? I don’t personally fancy the idea of getting my brains blown out; I’d rather slug it out here, not fully happy but at least-” His voice halted ever so momentarily, but Larry picked up on it “-making an acceptable living. Now get to work; I ain’t covering for you any longer.”
The four of them knew not to disobey Arthur, as he could get quite unsafe when stressed, as he had proven with Lak earlier. Max and Jeff went to their two separate workstations while Trevor continued to aid Larry along to the Zulag area that they both worked at. When there Trevor asked the obvious question:
“Why’d you say that Larry? You were bound to get in trouble.”
“I guess I thought Arthur was… different to the others. Better. But it seems I was wrong, at the end of the day he’s the same.” Larry sighed, although he didn’t believe himself when he said that. Arthur did hit him yes, but it seemed almost half-hearted, and Larry had picked up on the pause, although Arthur had also looked unsure of himself even before he spoke. Maybe he was different....

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What did you think? I hoep you enjoyed it, I'm so-so about it. The next chapter could take a while, as writer's block has really hit me hard now. Still, good things come to those who wait (apparently...)

OOh. I love that Arthur dude!
That was a nice chapter there MunchieMaster. Keep it up;)

Nah, I thought that was great, can't wait for more. I can cerainly see the advantage of Arthur working for Arnie, even if the new Repture Farms is full of wierdos.:p

Hurrah, hurrah, and hurrah again.
Let's hope you can keep this story coming.

Awwww!
 

Aww, ain't Arthur sweet? Gotta love that Slig! :D Anyway, lookin' forward to the next installment. Now where did I put that mini-jackhammer... it's always good to be prepared fer more writer's block right? :D

Why do you go "Ain't he sweet?" In case you didn't notice he wallowed Larry. Mind you, well, I won't say anymore, as I don't want to give anything away. Still got the block. I've whittled away a tiny bit of it, but not enough for a full chapter yet, and the only full chapter I have got done is chapter 8, but I could change it t 7 if the block won't shift itself. Thanks for the compliments all, I hope to get chapter 6 up by Tuesday. No guarantees though.

Arthur's Still Cool!
 

Yeh, but he's still better then most of the Sligs, at least he don't beat Larry to a pulp right? :D

[Edit:] Plus I get the feeling he'll be helping them out later on...

Well, obviously he's better than most Sligs. And perhaps he might help them, but I'll say no more as I don't want to give away anything. Oh and I meant, 'wallopped' ,not 'wallowed'. Silly me *Edits*
As I said, new chapter come Tuesday if you're lucky, I just need some real good inspiration. Off to read Teal's fics again...

http://www11.brinkster.com/slaskia/Main.html
That's a great site for Oddworld fan fiction by this exmember of the Oddworld Forums. Check out the Oddworld and Drakkik seciotns for Oddworld stuff, plus most of her other writing is great too.

She's got some great stories, the only upsetting thing is that the sort of super-story they're part of is not all finished :fuzsad:.
Anyway, tis a great site and you may notice some similarities with these and Teal's fics.

Look, more posts have gone. Every post that has been made since the 20th of August has gone, can this be fixed? Anyway the block has finally gone, woo. I came up with an idea at 1:000 am in the morning while half-asleep. I'll write it nd post it up later today.

yeh, we might just have to start again from here... did i post in my stories since the 20th of August?

I'm not sure. I knpow that Dave's lost a couple chapters on his fic, so has Shrink, also W@RF has been messed up. But anyway, here's the moment you've all been waiting for! (Or dreading, however you regard my fic.)
I'm not thrilled with this chpater, it wasn't one I wanetd t do, more one i needed to do to set the scene for some future chapters, and I thin kthat reflects in the writing. Not the best bit I've done, in fact probably the worst, it's mostly talk and rather short, but it's important in setting up chapter 8. Here you go then:
Chapter 6: Planning an Escape

Larry was relieved when the morning session was over, as pulling levers for a grinder was repetitive, and he had other things on his mind. He was able to traipse back to the mess hall for the mudokons’ 5 minute gruel break, where he could think properly and without interruption. He was consumed with thoughts of both Arthur’s behaviour, and of new ways to escape the factory. Ever since the night before, when he had been caught yet again, his fevered brain had been working on a method of escape that he hadn’t tried. He had thought up many outlandish ideas, and he definitely did not want to get caught again, he hardly relished the thought of having both his legs broken, so that he was confined to a wheelchair for a lengthy period. But last night, during the 1 hour of sleep that the slaves got, he came up with an idea that could work. It relied heavily on luck, and on where he was working for that afternoon. He limped over to the schedule board and checked, he was stationed by Boiler 4, and the heating units for it. Perfect, his plan could be attempted today, although it did rely on Trevor or one of the others helping him out. He hobbled back to Trevor, who had been served some of the greyish mess of the slave food, and relayed the idea of his plan:
Hey, Trev, I’ve thought of a way we can escape, no joke, no dumb idea, this could actually work!”
Trevor was hardly impressed “Larry, you invent hundreds of escape ideas every day, and none of those you’ve tried have worked yet. I suggest you give it a rest man, Abe, or Munch, or someone like that will come and save us eventually. Until then, all we can do is put up with this and hope.”
“Hope? We have no hope unless we try. Waiting will just get us killed, through the guards, the conditions or the time.”
“And escape attempts kill us quicker mate.” Trevor replied, resuming eating his gruel.
“Just, let me tell you the idea.” groused Larry, getting impatient. ‘Lunch’ break would be up shortly and unless he was able to explain his thoughts to Trevor, or Max, his escape would have to wait.
“Fine then.” Sighed Trevor, finishing his gruel and pushing the bowl aside.
“Look, this afternoon we’re working at Boiler 4, doing cleaning, right? Well, the heaters are great big metal cylinders, and have pipes leading from tem to the factory roof, where they open theses hatches on them to ventilate too much hot air, right? You see, I’m thinking that I find some way to get into the heating tank, then climb the pipe and get out through the hatch. Whaddaya think?”
Trevor shook his head. “Another harebrained scheme Larry. First off, you need to find a way to get into the heater without there being too much hot air to kill you, second, to get the hatch open the heater needs to overheat, and that’d kill you. How do you do it?”
Larry grinned a nervous grin “Well, I was thinking, what we do is find a way to get the heating units to overheat, and then I climb into the tank, while it’s overheated but cooling down, the hatch will be open at this point, so I then just climb up the pipe, out the hatch, then walk along the roof, slide down the factory wall and get out!”
“It could work, but its unlikely Larry, ‘cause how do you get into the heating tank anyway?”
There’s an emergency manual door for when it gets really boiling in there, so that the door can be opened and it can b ventilated quicker, I get the door open, get in, and then climb up and out the pipe. I won’t get burnt ‘cause if I move quickly enough, I can’t get hurt by it, I’ll just sweat and be uncomfortable. And I needed to tell you Trevor, cause I’ll need you to shut the door after me so nobody knows it’ ever been opened, and you have to distract the guard while I reverse the heating direction on the boiler with the wheels so the heating units overheat. This factory’s boilers just distribute the warmth; it’s the heating units that actually warm the water for the boilers. Just trust me on this one.”
Bu, before Trevor could give his answer, he and Larry found themselves getting marched back off to their afternoon workplaces. Larry was bursting with anticipation inwardly, regardless of Trevor’s answer, he was going for it. This could be the moment he gets out.
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If you actually liked that piece of rubbish I just put up, then I'm overjoyed. If not, then I don't mind, because it's more of a scene-setter than actual chapter. Read and reply please.

Ain't nuttin wrong with a little chapter of set-up.
I'm anxious to see if Larry's plan works out. I have this gut feeling that it likely won't ....

I liked it! There's nothing wrong with speech, action is good but dialogue can be just as good if its done well (there were maybe the odd bits that didn't quite seem right, but on the whole it was great, if a bit short, not that I can complain about that.)

"First off, you need to find a way to get into the heater without there being too much hot air to kill you, second, to get the hatch open the heater needs to overheat, and that’d kill you."
Heheh, funny!

Woah, you actually liked it! Thanks, I didn't expect anyone to like this chapter. Next one might be up tomorrow if I'm lucky, it's just I go back to school very soon and I've got some work that I should have done earlier in the holidays but forgot so I've got a fair bit of work to do in the next couple of days.

School...*GROAN*
 

Yeh, I liked it too. And now I'm itching to found out what happens next! :D I'm glad your story wasn't affected by the forum going down...*mutters about hackers* Anyway, yeh, keep it up! :D

Yeah, I don't see how anyone couldn't like it, MM. It was a good chapter. ;) I'm so aggravated because I notice that most of my comments and other peoples' comments were deleted because of the hacker incident that occured earlier. Grrrrrrr!!! Anyway, it's ok that it's a scene-setter. Those chapters can be just as interesting and important as others because they allow the reader to become familiar with the environment and understand the type of situation a character is in. ;) Oh, and I understand about school.....it can keep people very busy at times. ;)

And now that the scene is set .... where's the scene?
Come on, MM, don't leave me hanging.
I won't post anymore Dante until you've got another chapter up.
That's a threat and a promise.

*gulp* better listen to him MM! He sounds scary!

I should probably read that story some day, thhough the day before school start is probably not the best time.

No. MM is just desperately in love with my Dante story.
No. It's far too long to start reading the day before school begins. Set aside a boring Saturday morning for it.

Great, now I'll have my and Dave's readers after my blood. Well, I'll try and start writing tonight, but I am back at school, so I can't promise updates for a while. And I did say the next chapter may be due Tuesday or Wednesday, so just wait a bit longer. Oh and I'll tell you this, I'm going to be a bit mean about what you get for chapter 7, you'll get a new chapter, but probably not about what you want. :devil:

Now you tell me, (literally) 5 minutes after I agree to go to town with my sister on Saturday morning!

So MM, it won't be about the escape? Hmm, I'm intrigued...

Well, I have had this chapter idea set out ever since around about chapter 5, it's the first time a chapter focuses on a character other than Larry, I'll say that much. In fact, I may hold off the escape attempt for 2 more chapters instead of one, as there are 2 characters I want to write about and develop. Sadly I have yet to get around to writing it, what with school, homework and limited free time now, but I'll do my best to get it up before Saturday.

Don't rush, you'll make me feel bad!

Yeah, don't worry about rushing. ;) I'm patient, so I can wait. ;) Anyway, the next chapters sound like they're going to be interesting.

The moment you've all clamoured for! Chapter 7! As said, this doesn't pick up from where you'd want it to, but I myself am pleased with this. It has a nice little action piece too, and sums up life for this character rather aptly. Hope you enjoy it:

Chapter 7: Barracks Life

Arthur watched Larry limp off to his Zulag, supported by Max and Trevor, and then sighed, shaking his head in thought and regret before walking off to his own station, as delivery loader. A boring job, which simply required taking the packaged food up onto a factory train then radioing the Depot or factory it was to go to when he was done.
‘Just like my job at RuptureFarms, in the old days. Gee I miss ‘em. Wonder what they’re doing now.’ Arthur thought to himself, thinking of the friends he had made at his previous job. He shrugged dejectedly and continued on to his station.
2 hours later

Arthur headed off back to the lunch hall after the morning session, quickly took a Paramite Pie and then began towards the Barracks. Seeing as his job relied on the trains he often had a decent amount of free time, and today he decided to spend it on three of his favourite pastimes, drinking, reading the paper, and sleeping. He saw Larry entering the mess hall out of the corner of his eye, and watched him check the work rota board. He hurried out quicker, not wanting to have to talk with them now about what occurred earlier.

He entered the Barracks room and sat down on his bed. The Slig bunks were marginally better than the slave quarters, they were bigger for a start, and had no dried blood, but were just as hard and rusty. He began eating his Paramite Pie with a bottle of Brew at his side, deeply immersed in thought. That is, until the whirring of fellow Slig’s pants brought him back to reality. He looked up and gave an inward cringe. It was Lak. But not alone, he had a few buddies of his with him.
“Why’d ya do that earlier freak?” He yelled at Arthur, who ignored him and continued eating.
“I said, why’d ya do that earlier freak!?” He screeched louder, pushing the pie away.
Arthur gave him a look of extreme annoyance, reclaimed his pie and muttered
“I’d appreciate it if you’d let me eat my food in peace, sh*tstirrer.”
Lak and his four cronies looked angry, but then laughed, Lak retorting “I’m sure you would mudlover, but why should we? Go off and sleep wit’ one of your dear mudokon friends.”
Again, Arthur reacted to Lak’s taunts quickly, and physically, by standing and simply swinging the half-eaten pie right into Lak’s face, and following it with a left hook again to the head that floored the cocky Slig.
“Well, seein’ as I can’t eat in peace, leave me be and lemme have my drink, cause if ya don’t this’ll end badly for you.” Arthur snarled, reaching for his brew.
But before he could even take off the top, two of Lak’s cronies lunged at him, one striking his stomach, the other punching him in the chin. Arthur dropped a little, winded and dazed, but retaliated by driving his own fist into the first Slig’s stomach, and braining the other with his bottle, which cracked but didn’t break. It broke though when he stuck another of Lak’s pals who went for him, two of them now down with glass in their bodies and Brew all over them. The fourth and first ones however, got him down, one tackling him while the other swung at his face, catching him just below the mask.

They pinned him down as he kicked, bit and struggled, scratching them and weakening their grip, but Lak had got back up, and planted the ball of his pants foot right into Arthur’ chest, then kicked him sharply in the mouth (just under his tentacles). The two bottled ones didn’t get up, but Lak hauled up Arthur and punched at him while his friends pinned Arthur’s arms back. They shoved him onto his bed, and Lak reached for his throat to pay Arthur back for earlier, but soon found Arthur’s mouth clamped tightly around his fingers. He kicked and punched, taking Lak down again, but soon was down himself after getting clouted and ganged up on by three of the Sligs, one having recovered from the bottle blow. Arthur soon had the fight knocked out of him, and Lak and his goons beat him up a bit more, other Sligs who had lunch break having wandered in to watch the fight and cheer on Lak’s gang.

Arthur lay in a bruised and bloodied mess, while Lak grinned, still clutching his bitten hand, and leaned down, hissing “Don’t start what you can’t deal with mudlover.”
The other Sligs, bored now that the fight was over, and merely having to squabble over winnings form bets placed on the confrontation, ambled out, leaving Arthur to drag himself wearily onto his bed, spit out a broken tooth, and slip mercifully into unconsciousness.

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There! Done, the first all-Arthur chapter, and I think it was a good-un! Dave you can now update your fic, seeing as you said you wuldn't update 'till I did, so now everyone's readers are happy! Read and Reply pelase. Chapter 8 hopefully up by Sunday.

Fantastic! Poor Arthur though! The fight was very well done, not to much said and not too little. Looking forward for more!

How do you reply so fast? And when your at school???

heh, I'm not at school now,m I finished about three hours ago. Or do you mean in past replies? Well first off I've always finished school in weekdays when I post but at weekends I'm obviously not at school so have longer on. Also, I normally log on for 1/2 hour to an hour, browse around here, if there's anything to reply to I reply, like now, and if not, I log off and do something else. Still, glad you liked it.

I really like your description of his thoughts and stuff like that.

*insert general compliments here*
Glad you finally updated.
I liked the chapter for what it was, but I don't like Arthur too much. Not because he's a slig, but because he's so unsliggy. I don't know. He rubs me the wrong way is all.
But hey, your characters, not mine.
Not bad at all.