*Said in stupid voice* Dude, that is like, so cool man! Like wright another dude! Cause that is like, so awsome! Really it is! It really makes you feel what it's like to be in the Scrabanian temple, very interesting. Keep up the good work, this is one opf the best stories I've ever read!

Oddling l:c l

Chapter Four: The Warrior
 

Here is the next section of my story. More thanks to Sinjin's Walkthrough.


Part Sixteen:

Amos entered the second door and continued through the ancient catacombs until he reached the next room. He was standing in a large cavern on a raised ledge in the center. Below him a scrab waltzed across the floor, its clawed legs clicking on the stone. Towering above him was a stone pinnacle with two travel wells at the top, one of which was joined to a well below him, the other going farther into the cavern. The mudokon waited for the scrab to move as far away from him as possible before jumping off of the ledge and dashing toward the well, pulling the rusty activation lever as he went. He jumped in as the ferocious animal began to charge at him. His body shot through the dark tube and flung him into the air above the tower. He landed and paused for a moment to catch his breath.

A while later, Amos exited the second room. This won’t be so hard after all, he thought smugly to himself. He walked on towards the third hub door. At this rate he should be out of this temple within the day. Running from some scrabs, lazy from their lives in the temple, was not a bad trade for the power he would receive.

Part Seventeen:

The slig looked like it had been dead for a long time. It looked like he had been unlucky enough to walk under a falling boulder. Pieces of slig flesh lay splattered and decaying amongst the red stones of the room. Amos continued onward.

Another dead slig lay amidst piles of dead slogs. What had happened here?* Amos knew that Rupture Farms sometimes used the temple to collect scrabs but he had expected a couple of live sligs. Not a bunch of dead ones. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen any until now. Someone or something must have cleared them out. Whatever it was would be no match for Amos. If he could get past scrabs, he could get past anything.

All he needed to worry about now though was getting this rooms flint lock activated and learning the bell song so he could continue to the next room.




*Unbeknownst to Amos, what had happened was Abe making his way through the temple. Conveniently clearing the way for Amos.

Wow, I'm wipin' out this story faster than... I did before.


Part Eighteen:

Suddenly the music of the bells stopped and Amos snapped back into reality. The fourth room was no break from the orange-brown rocks that the entire realm of Scrabania seemed to be made of. He watched as the vicious bats flew erratically farther down the passage. He would have to be quick to get past those carnivores.

Running towards the bats, Amos jumped over the large crevice in the ground below where they were flying. Just as he landed he glimpsed a large scrab on a ledge above him. He recalled an old Elderling proverb, “Wise mudokons look before taking the leap” as the scrab jumped down to great him. Wicked beak open, the creature shrieked and lunged towards Amos. Amos ducked and reached for something to fend of the beast. His groping hand found something and he swung in desperation. The Scrab let out a min jarring howl and took a step back. Blood and intestines dripped from the deep laceration on its stomach. Amos leapt to his feet scrambled onto the ledge the animal had been standing on, dropping the bloody rock shard as he went. That had been way to close. He would have to be more cautious from now on.

Ew! Nasty! Good story though, I like the part about Abe allready being there, good idea. Keep it up yer doing great!

Oddling l:c l

Chapter Four: The Warrior
 

Before you read the next part of the Marching Mudokons I'd thought I'd let everyone know that this story is now featured on Alcars website www.oddworlduniverse.com . Be sure to take a look everytime I finish a chapter, since I may be revising previous chapters as well.


Part Nineteen:

Amos let go of the ledge and fell the short distance to the next one. Opposite him stood a scrab, separated by a large gap between the two ledges. Amos waved his large hands and jumped off of the ledge and onto the floor. He raced to the scrabs ledge and climbed onto it just as the scrab leaped off to get him. The creature screeched and walked to stand under Amos. He lit the flint lock that the scrab had been guarding and looked down at the beast. He would have to make a mad dash through the cavern to get to the end of the cavern.

The scrab waited, its eyeless stare conveying its primitive intelligence. It knew Amos had to run and it would be ready when he did. Amos took a deep breathe and jumped.

As soon as his feet hit the floor the mudokon began running down the cavern. Sweat rolled into his eyes as he leaped over a crack in the ground. The scrab was devilishly near and the tapping was growing closer and closer. Suddenly another scrab leaped in front of him and snapped its beak inches from his face. Amos fell down and scrambled back… into the first scrabs legs. He was doomed.

Chapter Four: The Warrior
 

It's about time something exciting happened. Who knew walking through the Scrabanian Temple could be so dull... until now. I hope.


Part Twenty:

What’s the matter, thought a petrified Amos, why aren’t the scrabs ripping me to shreds? He opened his eyes and looked up. Above him towered the two scrabs, intently considering on each other. Amos cautiously crawled away and climbed onto a nearby ledge. From his safe spot he watched as both of the sacred beasts bowed their heads and let out a scratchy call. Then they began to circle each other, occasionally letting out a screech or making a feint with their beaks. Amos’s fear melted and curiosity replaced it. He had always known scrabs as pack animals, but these two were different. They seemed incredibly territorial.

The two scrabs continued to dance around each other. It seemed like it would be a close fight to Amos, they both were about the same size. The dance was seemed strangely majestic, a paradox of the bloodshed that was about to commence.

With out warning the two scrabs let out a blood curdling scream and lunged at each other. Their muscled bodies glowed red from their rage at finding another in its territory. The two scrambled together faster than Amos could pick up what was happening. The serene temple had become a battleground.

The swirling melee ended seemingly seconds after it began. One of the scrabs had gotten the upper hand and the other was lying on the ground in a puddle of steaming blood and fat. The victor let out a howl that echoed throughout the cavern then began to tap dance across its prey. Amos looked in awe as the creature then bent delicately to consume the mulched flesh of its intruder.

Only after the scrab swallowed its first bite did Amos retch onto the stone ledge.

Chapter Four: The Warrior
 

Part 21:

Amos entered the now familiar temple hub. Darkness flowed into the vast room through the large hole in the wall and ceiling behind the center column. Only the light of stars and moons broke the dark veil which covered the red stone ledges.

The mudokon had lost track of time while wandering the ancient catacombs of Scrabania. He had had a tough time, and had fresh lacerations to prove it. He would wear his scars proudly after he got out of this place. But for now the pain was just an annoyance.

Amos looked at the intricately carved door in the column center of the hub. That was his last test. The journey through the heart of the scrab nest. When he got to the end he would finally be able to meet the legendary Big Face. Then he would receive his reward.

But first a little rest. He would need it.

Chapter Four: The Warrior
 

Okay everybody, I'm just about ready to rap up Amos's backstory so who should I write about next. Lamuel the Mudarcher, Nathaniel the Native or Chukkra the Tomahawker?


Part 22:

Amos ran faster than he knew was possible for him. Scrabs seemed to everywhere. Popping out of hiding places he couldn’t see. The pink sky outside did little to light up the dark runways of the temple. He ran and the vicious scrabs followed. Run to the right. Jump the gap. The scrab jumped in pursuit. Jump the next gap. Would he make it? Dead end. No wait, a ledge. Jump to grab the ledge. Amos hoisted himself on. No time to stop, more scrabs from the shadows. Run. Jump. Stop.

Amos stopped to take a few needed breathes. He had managed to get to a place that the scrabs couldn’t follow. They hissed at shrieked at him from the darkness. His feet wear raw from running on the rough stone. He felt like he would faint any minute from the tremendous heat. If he had to take one more step it would be the end of him. How did that chump Abe do it? Amos clutched his chest, felt it rise and fall. His heart seemed to be clawing its way out. His lungs would burst any minute.

But he couldn’t stop. He had to finish. The blood in his body began to cool, it stopped racing through his body. His lungs no longer felt starved. A few more minutes and he could continue. The scrabs wouldn’t shut up.

Amos climbed down from his safe haven and ran.

Occasional safe spots kept the mudokon on the razor edge which was his life. He pulled himself up ancient stone and rope elevators. He ran from scrabs. He jumped over crevices, barely making it over certain doom. He continued on. He wouldn’t be outdone by a Rupture Farms floor-waxer. He could do it.

Amos ran. Blood racing, desperately trying to supply his organs and tissues with the oxygen it needed to survive. Adrenaline made his head throb. He ran from the newest in a long line of scrabs and saw a door ahead of him. This was it! He had made it.

The scrab lunged forward with a final burst of predatory effort and bit off a piece of Amos’s leg. He fell to the ground and frantically scrambled toward the door. He could make it. He would make it.

He jumped over the ditch in front of the ornate door. Small stones scrabs greeted the new visitor. Amos desperately scrambled into the door. The scrab backed away. This was another one’s territory now.

I think lamuel and then chukka then nathaniel

Chapter Four: The Warrior
 

Here it is. The startling conclusion to chapter four of The Marching Mudokons. Looks like Amos has got himself a grudge. The beggining of the next chapter to come soon.


Part 23:

Amos rubbed his paw. He deserved the power. Not Abe. How could Big Face do that to him? “Only one shall wield the power.” That was unfair. All that hard work for nothing. Well maybe not nothing. His sinewy muscles still ached from the running and jumping. After his muscles stopped aching they would be a lot stronger, he reminded himself. His mind had hardened into a ball of fire and ice. Mentally he felt like he had been given a fresh slate to work on. He had faced the scrabs and survived. Nothing could break him. Not even this. Not even that chump Abe.

It didn’t matter what the prophecy said. It didn’t matter that Big Face could not bestow upon him the power he deserved. He would get his chance. He would show Abe who the real hero was.

Amos began the long trek back through the sands of the Scrabania. His mind and heart where hotter than the desert winds. He would show them.

I'd much like to see the other characters appear in this order:

Chukkra the Tomahawker, Nathaniel the Native and Lamuel the Mudarcher.

Of course that is only my opinion :)

Alcar...

I like it Khanz....i thought today i would sit down and read everyones Fanfics and yours is great. ilike the story line its nice and original:fuzsmile: keep it up:D

Chapter Five: The Archer
 

Here it is. Part one of the fith chapter of The Marching Mudokons. The first four chapters are now on Alcar's www.oddworlduniverse.com . Capter Five: The Archer introduces Lamuel. Enjoy it for now because once I get to Chukkra things won't be so pretty.


Part One:

The sun rays played on Lamuel’s long golden head feathers. The mudokon Mudarcher looked at her surroundings (authors note: As a warrior class mudokon Lamuel has no sexual organs. Most mudokons are referred to as he for the sake of convenience but in order to preserve the femininity of this character I have chosen to refer to it as a she). It was another beautiful day in the Spooceshrub Forest. A rat hopped across the ground in search of a bite to eat. The cute creature stopped to glace up at the mysterious figure on the hill. Instinct or intellect told its primitive mind that the figure was no threat and it hopped on its way through the dense underbrush.

The white figure gracefully moved down the grassy knoll towards the edge of the forest. Just being near to the trees sent her a feeling of oneness with the Spooce. She recalled old Ben the Shaman’s explanation of the spiritual energy, “The Spooce is what gives a native mudokon their power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us. It’s what binds the galaxy together.”

As a child she had not cared much for religious enlightenment. Adventure was for her. That was what originally prompted her to become a Mudarcher. One of the best ever, so she had heard. But being a mudokon was more, she had learned. Any fool creature could pick up a gun and kill something. It was the ability mudokons had to draw on the Spooce that separated them, well the wild ones anyway, from the glukkons and other industrial races. They had forsaken nature and nature had forsaken them.

Lamuel stepped into the dew ferns of the forest floor. Touching them with her hands as she continued her morning walk.

Chapter Five: The Archer
 

Here is the conclusion to chapter five. Short you say? Well what would you rather read about? A peaceful trek from the Spooceshrub Forest, or the bloody adventures of a tomahawker? I thought so.


Part Two:

The world was teeming with life. Or was it the other way around? Lam watched the birds fly through the tree tops. It was such a lovely day. She sat down cross legged and closed her eyes. Spooce entered every vein in her body, enriching it, purifying it. This was the true Oddworld. The natural world. No Magog Cartel factory stood within miles.

If only the industrialists would realize the pain they were causing the planet. And all to please the selfish khanzumerz. It had to stop. Someone had to do something.

If only what was said about Abe was true. Could he really shut down the glukkons. And if rumor was correct he now had the help of a Gabbit, scores of fuzzles and the mudokons of the Monsaic Lines. She was on her way now to visit the legendary shaman, Big Face of the Monsaic mudokons. She wanted to help Abe in whatever way possible. Perhaps her skill with a spoocebow could be put to use. She rarely missed even the toughest of targets. She could help Abe reclaim what belonged to every wild creature, the natural wilderness which the glukkons had stolen.

Very good job Khanz, man I missed alot! I've been reading for about 15 minutes non stop! Can't wait for the next chap.:fuzsmile:

Keep up the good work!
 

I really like this story, and the idea about preserving the femine side of the Mudokons is very original, and interesting.
Let's hope for more!

Chapter Six: The Tomahawker
 

Here it finally is. The sixth chapter of the Marching Mudokons. Here we get to introduce the musclebound tomahawker, Chukkra. This chapter should be good.


Part One:

The forests of Necrum were quiet. Not quiet as befits a crypt of its size, not an eerie quite. This was the quiet of approaching danger.

Chukkra crouched low and made his way slowly through the thick brown-green ferns. The brown birds overhead silently watched him and his band of tomahawkers. They had been drawn to the great amount of spooce drawn to the focal point of the portal they had used to get here. They did not fly around the now invisible portal, sucking up spiritual energy, as the birds usually did. That alone was reason to be cautious. Chuk looked at the other five, white warriors. They would have to be cautious indeed.

Rumor had it that a band of sligs had been sent by their glukkons boss to reclaim the land freed by Abe. They were supposedly wandering now through the forest, making their way toward the great temples. They had brand new ghost locks to trap the souls of mudokons to an eternity of dismal darkness. That could not be allowed.

Chuk flexed his massive muscles. He gripped his two tomahawks in anticipation. Unless he was greatly mistaken, the sligs were very, very close.

Hehe, this story just keeps getting more and more interesting....oh, crap! that reminds me its time I should start working on my story again!

Chapter Six: The Tomahawker
 

Part Two:

The band of mudokon tomahawkers cautiously slinked through the dense underbrush. Miles, Rivers, Wesley and Jin all followed Chuk through toward the distant mechanical sound of slig pants. They were almost identical in appearance. Painted with identical purple stripes, dressed in identical loincloths and gloves, heads adorned with identical head feathers. Wes was made obvious by the extravagant black tattoos on his arm and they all had different scars on their bodies. But other than that they looked like any other mudokon of their class.

Chuk however, was a stand out. Many years of hard work had caused his muscles to grow massive in comparison to any other mudokon he had met. He had once killed a scrab barehanded and walked away with no permanent injuries or lasting scars. His head was bald and he had a small feather goatee. But despite his fierce appearance he usually radiated with a brotherly charm. Usually.

But sligs always rubbed him the wrong way. He was on the hunt now.

whoa...
 

I so don't want to be those Sligs right now.
I love this story though, it's very interesting, and it covers some view points I hadn't considered.
Keep up the good writing!

This story is great!!! *grovels at Khanz's feet* right more please please!!! *looks around and sees Sligs that are about to be blown up* *gasp* Uncle Freddy!!!! Look out!!!

Oddling l:c l

Chapter Six: The Tomahawker
 

Part Three:

Rivers motioned for the rest of the gang to come towards him. He pointed toward the obvious trail carelessly torn through the jungle. Chuk began walking along the cleared path and the rest followed single-file. They followed it through the dense brush. Suddenly the sligs appeared in their view after they made it paste a turn in the path. There were six worker class sligs carrying batons and two large big brother class sligs, each with a blitzpacker. They were talking in their mechanical voices, laughing about some sick joke. Two of them were smoking cigarettes. The big bros each carried a large box. The words “Ghost Lock” were stenciled on the sides.

Chuk looked at his companions and nodded. Now was the time to attack while the sligs were not on guard. He gave the signal.

“Hellllp!” screamed the first slig as Jin delivered a crushing blow to its head. The others turned in alarm.

“Get ‘em,” commanded the big bros in their deep voices.

The other five bouncers ran towards the mudokons. Miles, Rivers and Jin swung to counter their blows. Wes and Chuk leaped for the big bros.

The two sligs began to let loose a volley of fire towards the mudokons, not caring to aim in the confusion. Wes yelled as a can of SoulStorm Blitz left a large black bruise on his arm. Chuk used his two tomahawks to bat away most of the fire. Brew spewed from the crushed cans.

The bouncers cursed as their feeble assaults were blocked by the trained mudokon warriors. Miles crushed a slig’s ribs with a sinister blow as Jin knocked off his second victim’s mechanical leg. The slig screamed and fell to the ground. It tried to crawl away into the tall grass but Rivers crushed it’s skull with the butt of his tomahawk. Black blood and brain material oozed onto the ground.

Wes swung at the nearest big bro with his good arm as the slig paused to reload. His tomahawk connected with the sligs arm with a sickening “crack”. The big bro dropped its gun and growled. Blood rushed from the fractured arm and splattered on the mudokons face. The slig punched Wes and sent him flying into Miles and his opponent, sending all three sprawling onto the ground.

Chuk cried, “For the Chosen!” and brought his tomahawk down on the big bros head. It exploded in a cloud of dark red blood, white bone shards and green face-fingers. The decapitated slig’s body slumped over and fell out of it’s now broken pants.

The remaining big bro cussed and began to shot wildly, hitting the both the mudokons and the two remaining bouncers. Chuk dropped his tomahawks and grabbed the metal pants of a bouncer killed by Jin. He swung and knocked the gun out of the big bros hand. Wes sprung forward and picked it up, killing the slig with the remaining ammo.

The others sligs ran in fright through the forest, but they didn’t know the terrain. The tomahawkers caught up and showed no mercy to the pitiful creatures.

Hmmm, poor ol Sligs:fuzsad: Oh, well this story is very exciting I cant wait to read more!:fuzwink:

Chapter Six: The Tomahawker
 

I know it is a little to soon to wrap up this chapter, but hey, I don't know about you but I want to get on with the story! So who are we writting about next? Well what do you know, Nathaniel is the only one left.


Part Four:

Chuk and the others arrived at the mudokon village later that night. It was never completely dark out since Oddworld had so many moons and stars to replace the sun when it was gone. But the night was still menacing. Night was when the really horrible creatures came out to play.

They had encountered five other groups of sligs on their hunt. None had been left alive. The massive tomahawker chief had made sure that all of the ghost locks had been smashed to pieces. They had saved sligs other equipment. Food and beverage, weapons and grenades; it could all be used.

Rivers and Miles waved goodbye and walked towards their huts on one side of the village. Jin was next to go, crouching and entering his hut when they arrived at it. Wes and Chuk continue walking. They wouldn’t sleep while the possibility of attack remained. The walked to the far side of the village, turned and faced each other, then walked separate ways. They would meet back on the other side of the huts.

Chapter Seven: The Native
 

Here is the seventh chapter of The Marching Mudokons. This will probably be a shorty because I'm anxious to get on with the story. Seven chapters seems way to long to introduce characters. I wonder how long it'll take all of them to meet? And then after they meet go on an adventure? This is going to take a lot of writting. I shiver at the thought.

Btw, could anyone (everyone?) please give me a thoughtful PM answering these questions? Thanks.

1) What do you like about my writting?
2) What don't you like about my writting?
3) Who is your favorite character and why?
4) What would you like to happen to this character?
5) Do you have any other suggestions, ideas or requests?


Part One:

Nathan hovered about two feet above the ground. He sat cross legged in the blue walled cavern and let his mind wander. Quite literally.

The essence of his soul flew across oddworld, at a speed no living creature could match. One second he was in the Spooceshrub Forest, the next he was wandering the vaults of Necrum. Now he was flying over the trees of Paramonia and circling the ruins of RuptureFarms . To the wandering eye his spirit would look like no more than a ball of light, vanishing before the viewer could get a good look. But the spirit Nathan could see whatever it passed. And it recognized something crawling out of the wreckage.

His eyes snapped open and his spirit rushed back towards his body, as fast as it could. It couldn’t have been him! It was impossible. Molluck had been killed when Abe destroyed RuptureFarms 1029. If he had somehow survived that would certainly mean trouble.

Nathan shook it out of his mind. He had more pressing issues to worry about.

LOL!!!!!! Those beach airhead California Calibunga dudes huh?

Yeah, keep up the good work khanz! ;)

Your doing great, some chapters are in triguing others are filled with exitement. Just the way I like it.
The charakters are original and well described.
The way you introduced molluck into the story, wow!

Will we hear more of him, maibe maibe not, Id like to find out in your next chapters.

Keep it up!

Since we aren't really sure what happened to Molluck I won't touch his character anymore. i just thought that would be interesting to write about. I plan on have other "guest stars" but none of the official characters will be featured prominently. It's just to hard on continuety.

Great Khanz, wow this story is really going well. Im gonna fill out your questionair in a bit just gotta work on some stuff for a bit.:fuzwink:

Chapter Seven: The Native
 

Here is the end of chapter seven. FINALLY! I can finally get to the actual story! Yipee! Joy! Rapture! Btw, I know I sort of rushed parts of the introduction chapters. But I promise that when I finish the novel (and yes, from the looks of it this is becoming a novel length story) I will edit and revise the existing text to make them better. When I do I will be sure to tell you.

P.S. I've yet to recieve anybodies answers to my questions. Please do, it would be greatly appreciated. I am also still looking for someone who is interested in doing illustrations for my story. PM for both things.


Part Two:

The mudokon native exited the cavern. Nathan knew what he had to do. His tribe had always been peaceful and he had been brought up to believe that violence could not solve problems. But look at what it had brought the mudokons? Half of the tribe was now in slavery, the rest to feeble to defend themselves from constant raids. Their ability to press on was quite an impressive trait, but it wasn’t enough for Nathan.

He wanted to help Abe. The tribe shaman had tried to keep news of rebellion from entering the ruined village, but they found out eventually. Everyone thought that Abe was crazy and that all who followed him were doomed. They were firmly rooted in their peaceful ways.

But Nathan had wriggled his roots out of the soil. Although physically lacking, he had other abilities he could put to use. He could teleport without the aid of a pre-existing portal. A rare thing. He could also remove his soul from his body and scout ahead for danger. He had many spiritual talents that could be put to use.

He walked across the grass and stood next to a plump spooceshrub. He closed his eyes and let the collection of spooce enter his body. He would help Abe. His people would someday reclaim their dignity from the greedy tyrants who had stolen it from them.

Nathan scanned the horizon. He had visited the Mosaic Sanctuary on many occasions, though never in the flesh. He would walk there. He didn’t know what would happen next. But he had faith that he could aid Abe somehow.

FanFic News
 

I know it has been a long time since the last update but I assure everyone that the next chapter is sure to come... someday. Just be patient and I will eventually get around to writing it.

Thanks to everyone who bothered to give me feedback. I'll work hard to improve my writting and keep this story interesting.

Its a really good story Khanz i hope you keep it up:D

Chapter Eight: Strange Company
 

Here it is finally! The next installment of The Marching Mudokons. I don't have much practice writting dialogue so if it is kind of akward bear with me until I figure it out.


Part One:

Zero slowly turned and took in his surroundings. The entire forest sanctuary was eerie greens, browns and tans. Nowhere could he make out the slightest hint of metal. Suddenly he felt very insecure. This was a completely new world for him.

But the grass under his feet was much more pleasant than the dirty floors of the Scrab Kennels. And the sound of birds was much more appealing to the ears than the constant gunfire he was used to hearing from the Free Fire Zone. Slowly the menace of something completely new as Zero’s heart was reawakened in its true home. The wilderness. But that wouldn’t help Zero find his way back to work. He must not get caught up in the beauty of the forest. It was still a place full of dangerous animals. He was not safe until he returned to the Kennels.

He wasn’t sure whether his bosses would be happy at his return or angry that he had escaped in the first place, but it didn’t matter. He knew what was right and he had to do it. No matter how good his intentions, Abe is still a terrorist rebelling against authority.

Zero looked around for some clue as to how to get home. The birds chirped and foraged for worms on the ground. If a portal was nearby they would be acting strangely. The one he had used to get here must have been temporary then. Perhaps he could guide himself back by the stars…

“Hello mate, whot’s up?”

Zero turned to look at the owner of the strange voice. It was a native mudokon! His skin was a bit greener than usual and overall he looked healthier than any mudokons Zero had ever met. His friendly smile showed that he might be able to help. But he was carrying a spear. His excitement of finding aid was soon quelched by fear that the native might not be friendly. It was raised in the wild after all.

“Whot’s the matter mate? Dontcha know how ta talk?” the mudokon paused then said, “Well here how ya do it, I say ‘Hello, how ya doin’ and you say ‘mighty fine’ or something like that.”

Zero glanced at the curious mudokon, the wild ones where even stranger than he thought, even if not as hostile. But then again it probably felt the same way about him…

“My name is Zero, can you tell me how to get back to RuptureFarms?”

The wild mudokon looked at him questioningly and said sarcastically, “Sorry mate, if ya forgot a spare loin clothe it’s to late now. But don’t worry I could lend ya a spare. Paramite skin is much more comfortable than that synthersized stuff the glukks give ya.”

“I’ve got to get back to work. I don’t want my bosses to get any madder at me than they already probably are. I hope I haven’t caused them to much stress already.”

The wild mudokon looked at him for a couple seconds before bursting out with laughter.

“Ya aint got ta worry about your bosses mate. Your free now. Ya can be your own mud.”

Zero glanced at his black and white stripped working loin clothe. Free? But what about his work? He had belonged to RuptureFarms. He couldn’t just leave…

“Ya sure are a curious one mate. The rest of the chaps I met were so glad they were wettin’ themselves. A darn shameful waste of clothing in my opinion. Well… anyways. Follow me an’ I’ll take ya to the Monsaic Sanctuary. You can meet the rest of tha guys.”

Zero reluctantly followed his new companion. Was this life really so much better than a scrub’s? He had no choice but to stay here. If he went back he would probably just be shot anyways.

The freed mudokon scrub suddenly wondered if any of the other mudokons he had met needed someone to do their cleaning. Maybe he would fit in after all.

Yay! Now we knows all the characters, are we are gonna get ta see them all meeting each other and Abe?

?
 

Yes they certainly will all meet each other... and eventually they will meet Abe as well.

The next part will come soon I promise.:fuzsmile:

WOW! I dont read many fan fics, and that's probably why I hadn't read this one for so long, which is a shame. I LOVE IT! I read the whole thing in the course of an hour... Great job, Khanz! I think I'll try drawing Chuk. ;)

Chapter Eight: Strange Company
 

Part Two:

Zero sauntered around the Monsaic inn and looked for things to occupy his time with. After many failed attempts the native mudokons had given up trying to get him to join their social group. But he appreciated their kindness and hospitality. They had allowed him to spend the last few days in there home. They were definitely not what he had expected. He bent over to pick up an Expresso cup someone had accidentally knocked on the ground. He never knew that most of the SoulStorm brews had actually been taken from ancient mudokon beverages.

He deposited the garbage into the fire burning in the middle of the hut and stood next to the warm flames. They danced on the logs, playfully destroying the wood. After spending time with the natives he had come to realize that the glukkons where the same as the fire. Their lives would be fun while they consumed the resources of Oddworld but eventually they would use them all up and then they would be extinguished along with the other inhabitants of Mudos.

Zero looked up at the sound of the huts bell being rung. Company? He walked over to open the door, standing aside so that the newcomers would not notice him.

“Hiya guys, I got some newcomers from the mines and figured that they could stay here for a while if it’s all right,” said the lively visitor.

The host agreed to let them stay in his inn. Zero looked at the newcomers, but his fellow freedmuds could not return the favor. They all had their eyes sown shut.

Zero
 

The attachment is a picture of Zero I made using Photoshop Elements 2.0

http://www.oddworld.com/pops/pop86.jpg
original official image

Doing Good so Far Khanz, nice story, Im going to have to spend a while catching up on everything, but from the basic overview of reading, it catches my attention.


-Al the Vykker


Following Fan Fics Written By me,


The Fallen Temple(Completed)

Failure to Comply(Still going)

Campaign Tour(New Story, on chapter two, coming to three)

Check them out if you wish I can always use more feedback.