That's OK sligslinger, as long as you make it clear where you got it.
I still haven't got the next chapter done though. But I'm gettin there.

And here it is at last, the long-awaited and freshly written, chapter 11! Mica’s back, has forgiven Nicou, has shown his less gentle side and has spoken to his father. But enough chat, we have a story to tell, so get ready, and read on…
Chapter 11, wide spread epidemic!

Within a week, at least three quarters of Sligos had heard of the wonderful slig-with-legs. And within another week, Queen Tapadoka and President Ted decided to find out the true story.
Mid afternoon one day, Mica stopped shifting the furniture around when his Father called him to the door.
“Mica,” He heard is father shout, “There are some people here who want to see you who aren’t like the normal tourists.”
Mica went took off his pants and went to the door (he was to tall with them to fit down the hall) to find his Father flat on his face and a slig who was VERY clearly queen Tapadoka, with another male slig and several bodyguards.
“I believe YOU are thhe ssslig w-who I havve beeeen told aboUT!” she said, in her exotic northern accent. “Butt wHere are thee legz?”
Mica dropped to the floor and swallowed a mouthful of earth before answering (it was the law when talking to anybody in the presence of the queen) “I can take them off. I need to, to get to the door - I’m to tall with them.”
I wiss toseee themm. Annd toow hear off wherer theyy caame ffromm.
“Of course,” said Mica’s father, “ come in and Mika will show you.” And then scuttled backwards down the hall and stopped outside the eating-chamber door. Queen Tapadoka followed and entered the eating-chamber. The president and bodyguards followed. Mica ran to his room to get his pants and then dragged them into the eating-chamber and put them on. His father ran off to make a round of coffee!
The queen snapped off questions to Mica at an impressive rate.
“W-who mayde thosse legz?”
“ At the other side of the forest nearby there is a species of creatures with arms and legs, they made them for me.”
“W-h-y?”
“To help me get back through the forest. And to help me live a happier life.”
“W-h-y deed youw go throow the forresteh?”
“I was pushed – by accident.”
Wherer theesse creeaturES peessful? Deed theye treet youwel?”
“They… they were nice to me.”
“Cane yoow think off anyathink theye maye terade?”
“Well, they like medical science… Slogs?”
“Yehs. Anyathink alse?”
Well, they might take money, just normal money.”
“Good. Weeldoe-n.”
She stayed a bit longer, asked a few more questions, the group of visitors drank several pints of coffee, President Ted asked some more questions about the vykkers. But eventually they left, but not in the direction they had come from, but towards the slice Mica had made in the forest.

Meanwhile, Sajilia watched as the sligs headed through the gap in the dividing line. She saw a vykker running away from the trees and returning later with a group. Then the two groups headed towards Micadil’s palace.
She knew that the time was drawing near. She looked across to Glucose and at the Glukkons who patrolled the walls. Then at the unsuspecting Mudokons, in Mudos. She thought of the hundreds of thousands of Mudokons who would be enslaved. Then of the blue mudokon both she and her husband had seen. She was their only hope… whoever he was…

Now what’s gonna happen? What will happen to the royal party of sligs at the most expensive building in Vykos? WHO IS THIS MYSTERIOUS BLUE MUDOKON (I say again, if you don’t already know the answer to that one, then I give up)? Find out the answer to as many of these questions as I can be bothered, in the action-packed sequel, CHAPTER 12!

That's the way!
Now, When is chapter 12 coming?

Patience is a virtue...
OK, I'll go write it, a few days...

Cool story! Nice work! Keep it up!

Huh?
What is this "Patience" you refer to?
Is it a god?
Or mabye a type of cheese?

For future reference, I didn't just edit my last post so it says a few days, rather than 2 :dodgy:
Anyone who says otherwise, will be shot, then force fed to the... I mean forced to feed the slogs for 2 days.

I'm busy at the moment, but I'll try for the end of next week.

Bravo! splat! you've inspired me to write my own story on a post(if you don't mind though):fuzgrin:

Why would I mind? what's it called?

Excellent, Splat! Keep it up! Did I mention it was excellent? Good work! :fuzgrin:

Well, here ya go, I won’t give a long intro cause I’m sure you’ve been waiting long enough, so here’s chapter 12, a chapter I call, “2 sligs and a vykker”.

Micadil paced in front of the 6 sligs, the female, the queen of the species, the male who seemed to think very highly of himself, and the 4 bodyguards. More pants? He thought that was what they wanted, the woman’s bazaar accent made it difficult to tell. But he decided to humour them.
“And what do you offer in return?”
“Theesse.”
At that point one more guard emerged from the door, carrying a slog on a leash. To the vykker, who craved experimentation and had never even heard of slogs, was amazed and exited. So these sligs weren’t useless after all.
“OK.” He agreed, “one of those for each pair of pants we make. 2 for custom pares like Mica’s, the others will come in sizes, if you’ll allow us to make a few tests.”
And so the deal was made. Slogs for pants, pants for dosh (the current local currency of Sligos), and soon most of the sligs would have legs, and the sligs royal family would be considerably richer.
Sligs could make slogs faster than vykkers could produce pants, and vykkers knew 1 slog was really worth 4 pairs of pants. Both groups left the hall, thinking about how bigger suckers the other group was!

“Muds, Muds, when is Danlirc gonna get over his obsession with Muds?”
Malk didn’t reply. He knew what Hanarn was like, if there was a reason to complain he would find it. But for once, Malk agreed with him. So the Muds owned land 6 times bigger than Glucose, and who cared if there limbs were positioned so they didn't have to walk on there hands, they had been working fine inside there concrete walls for years. But now they needed at least 12 glukkons patrolling the walls neighbouring Mudos at all times, to kill off all the Mud’s that got to close. Typical that he’d get stuck in the same squadron as Hanarn.
“I mean, if we’re gonna invade, why not go and do it? Why do we have to get stuck here waiting?” That was Hanarn again.
This time, Malk answered. “Because they haven’t come up with a way for us to use weapons while moving. Now shut up or I’ll ram this gun so far down your pie hole that you’ll be able to have a go with Maria (the current Glukkon queen).
“Ooh, I’m so scared,” muttered Hanarn and took a random shot in to the night, somehow hitting a roaming scrab. The rest of the herd turned to charge the wall.
“Wow, that was clever,” muttered Malk, and got ready with his gun.

On the other side of the wall a Glukkon looked intently in to Sligos. “Stir up with the sligs.”
“What’s your point?” Muttered his partner.
“Nothing, just…”
“Just what?”
“Well look, in the middle of the night they’re all creeping off with sleeping bags, about a years worth of food, their pets, and a torch each.”
“And this matters to us because? Keep your mind on your work or they’ll shove a bullet up where the sun doesn’t shine.”
“Hey, you 2,” Shouted the supervisor, “keep your minds on your work of I’ll shove a bullet up where the sun doesn’t shine.”
“See?”

Where does the sun not shine? Where are the sligs going? Who really is the sucker? Find out the answer to about 1 of those questions in our next chapter, chapter 13!

Great work! I'm hoping for more soon!

okay,splat, i think ill call it... ummm...:fuzzle: :fuzconf: :| ...uhhh... OH yeah i'll call it ODDWORLD: the beginning( the mudokon bible)

Ok, I'm gonna try and stick together something, but I've only got 5 minutes till my sister kicks me off so I doubt that it's gonna happen.

Well, it took more than 5 minutes, but, well, here it is...

Well, here it is, the story is closin to an end, there’s gonna be maybe 2 more chapters, so I might as well get on with it, chapter 14, The One Near the End :(.

Mica sighed as he looked around. Sligs on legs replaced the crawling sligs that he usually saw, running about, while he worked outside, in this case, chopping wood.
In the last month he’d gone from being the biggest local tourist attraction, to being treated like any other slig, who was just rich enough to have custom fitted pants.

Akko sighed as he looked around. Plain, white assistants clothing, replaced the intricate designs of previous suits, as he held up a tray of scalpels like a table!
In the last month he’d lost everything, his house, his admirers, his position, his power, it was all gone. He would do anything to get revenge on that bloody slig, anything…

The next morning in Vykkos, there was a rumour running around, Akko heard a group talking in a huddle and ducked round a corner to listen. “Yeah, a mad slig, said he hacked his way through the forest, made a completely new path.”
“They said he was bare handed, he left blood everywhere!”
“But that’s impossible!”
“Well, he did it. They’ve closed off the area, won’t let anyone near!”
“Man, he must be a nut, and pretty strong to!”
“Some say he was dragging a slog all the way with him to!”
“What do you think he wants?”
“Odd only knows!”
“HEY!” Shouted someone behind Akko, making him jump so violently that he almost dropped the jellied bladder he was holding! That would have been messy! “What are you doing? You should be in with the surgeons! Your already 48 seconds late!”
Akko ran, but even as he acted as a sink for the surgeons, he kept thinking about the mad slig, who was he? What did he want? Was he really mad?

“Hey, Mica!” Shouted his father, “Have you seen Biggie? Nicou hasn’t and Scrat wouldn’t take a slog to the stone masons! You know how Biggie gets when he sees unfamiliar furniture, he like to mark his territory!”
“I know, Dad, and I haven’t seen him. Maybe he’s gone to the bone yard again.”
But Biggie the slog didn’t come back all day and the only lead they had was that a neighbour had seen a big, muscular slig lead a slog towards the forest, but a long way to the left of the path. But Biggie would never go off with a perfect stranger…

Down at Glucose there was a pandemonium! Sligs with metal legs! What was going on? Was it the beginning signs of planned invasion? There were now nearly as many guards on that part of the wall as there was on the Mudos side. But after several uneventful weeks, 9 scouts were sent out to investigate. 7 came back, telling of guns, saws, and other weapons. A mere 2 came back, telling of how no plans of invasion were laid.
The areas general, General, Dratit, decided to go with the 2, as they were the ones he trusted most, but he knew people wouldn’t be happy if he just lowered security, so he decided to head out there himself, with 8 security guards, “For good measure.”
So President Ted and Queen Tapadoka and 9 security guards “For good measure” Went to their conference hall to discuss matters with the Glukkons and squash the rumours of imminent invasion.
“Sssow, yuw vant awerr hellp in invayding zeze… Mudykons? And vat iss initt forr uss?”
Dratit opened a large box of jewellery, and displayed it to the whole court. A slick smile spread over Queen Tapadoka’s face…

And so, the deal was made. The deal that resulted in the possibly eternal fait of Isla Karna. A deal that meant the fait of the mudokon race fell on to the shoulders of one small, blue mudokon.

Who is the mysterious mad slig? What happened to Biggie? Who is the mysterious blue mudokon? Will I ever shut up? Find out the answer to about 3 of these questions, in the 15th and final installation of, The Oddworld Story…

Wow, only one more chapter left..this was a great story Splat, thanks for sharring :fuzsmile:

:( :crying: one more! nooooooooo!, if you can, please make a new one just as good okay? oh and what do you think of the mudo bible?:D

Ah, the last chapter. I expect it to be good, so take your time!

Not the next chapter
 

Your Bible is good, I will take my time, and I already have ideas for my next story.

Awsome, your stories are sooo good Slpat. I'm glad that you may be writting another one.

Hey, NP, if you like my stories so much could ya try replyin to Splat? I still need one more reply.

Heh, already did.

And here it is, the final chapter. We’ve had highs and lows, laughs and tears, so on and so forth. So now, as the story closes to an end, I’ll close it to and end…
Chapter 15, The End of Freedom… (Oh, and look out for Al the Vykker’s special mention, so I can get him to get his gun off my neck, err, I mean so he can feel special!)

People who saw the 9 glukkons walk out of the royal conference hall could tell that a great decision had been made, and the fait of Isla Karna had been decided that day. But nobody, neither slig, vykker or glukkon could have guessed exactly how many creatures’ downfalls had been decided. Scrabs, Paramites, meeches, mudokons, gabbits, and more…

A day after he first heard of the mad slig, Akko returned home to his tiny, 3 roomed flat, at 10 o’clock. The sky was already dark and he was tired, especially after taking the stares up 12 stories because that flaming lift still wasn’t fixed!
He stumbled through the door and into the living room/dining room/bedroom. He made his way across the room, past the door to the bathroom and in to the kitchen. Funny, he thought he closed that window. Oh well, must have been mistaken.
He cooked himself some beans on toast, in the silent house. He heard the bathroom door creak open, blown by the wind, probably. Weird, he thought it was closed when he walked past before. Oh well, it had been dark.
He scraped the last of the beans on to the toast and walked in to the living room. He reached round the wall and felt for the light switch. As he felt, he almost screamed and dropped the plate! A cold, hard hand had grabbed his wrist is an almost steel grip! He was yanked round the wall, and almost bashed in to a slig, whose eyes seemed to blaze more… angrily, than any he’d seen. The slig twisted him, round and shoved him on to the bed. The slig leant over him and then kicked open the bathroom door and a terrified slog ran out.
“You get me a pair of bigger pants” (Akko glanced down and saw this slig was wearing a pair at least 2 sizes to small for it) “and a gun, and the slog is yours.”
That was all he wanted! But he wouldn’t loose out here. “All that for a slog, it’ll be more than that.”
“Ok,” hissed the slig and flung Akko to the floor, then drove the ball of his metal foot into Akko’s ribs, Akko Screamed in pain. “You get the slog, and your life.”
Akko had no doubt that this slig would kill him. So he directed him to the cupboard where he had a stolen pair of pants, and the gun he kept in the kitchen cupboard, “for self protection”. The slig took the stuff and left the flat, ran down stairs, and Akko watched him from the window, as he disappeared down a backstreet. Akko turned to make himself some more baked beans.

The next evening Nicou was returning to his bed. It had been a long day. There was a caution of a “mad slig” and people had been ordered to stay as close to home as possible, where there father took advantage of the situation by making the all work as hard as Raffe would. Nicou shuddered at the thought of Raffe.
“What you shuddering about?” Came a voice, out of the darkness. Nicou froze, hardly believing. Until Raffe leapt out of the shadows and pinned him to the ground. He was wearing a pair of brand new pants and brandishing the kind of gun a vykker would carry. “Thought you would blab on me, did ya?” Raffe raised the gun to Nicou’s heart…

Bigface stopped and stared down at the ground. The 7 young mudokons clustered round him sat and waited patiently for him to continue, till one asked impatiently, “And?”
Bigface jerked and looked up, as if he had forgotten that they were there.
“Well? What happens next? How does it end?”
Bigface stared at him for a few seconds before answering “What do they do they teach you in schools these day?”
“Well you’re our teache-” Began the kid, but Bigface interrupted him.
“I told you, this is a true story! That means it has no end. Abe’s part of it as our saviour, I’m part of it because I help him out; you’re part of it since he saved you. It will go on forever until the end of Oddworld! What do they teach you in these schools?”
“Ok then, what happens next?” Asked another of the kids.
“Not much. Nicou was killed, but the rest of the house heard and killed Raffe. The glukkons rallied a slig army, General Dratit became a military leader, his last descendent was Dripik, who Abe’s killed. Akko never got his fame back, his last descendent is a guy called Al who I think runs a forum on the Internet, or something like that.”
“Mica?”
“Who knows? After he was pushed in to the military he disappeared, like any other slig.”
“So that’s how it all happened.” Said Abe, thoughtfully, who had been listening from the window.
“Abe, come through the door.” Ordered Bigface, “if you try and back flip through the window to show off to the kids you’ll slip and break your arm.2
“Oh, er, alright.” Muttered Abe, looking embarrassed, while the kids stared at Bigface in awe.
“So after that the Glukkons just came in to Mudos and started capturing mudokons?” Asked Abe as he came through the door.
“Not quite, when they first attacked they just went around killing Mudokons, until they found that they could make money by forcing them make food and selling it right back to them.” Bigface paused again, then suddenly said, “and that’s about it. Now the next chapter will be written by just one single blue mudokon.”
Every head in the room turned to Abe. “Nice to know the future of our entire race rests on my shoulders.”

The End… Or the real beginning…
Well, it isn’t the end is it? But it isn’t really the beginning either, cause this was the beginning. So I guess that makes this…
The Middle…

Credits

Cast (in order of appearance)
Mica-himself
Raffe-himself
Nicou-himself
Scrat-himself
Mica’s father-himself
Slig extras-Crortak
Liddel
Spike
Slig-Bob
Delf
Jacobi
Kookyborna
Several others anonymous
Scream (of stage part)-the late Joe the intern
Akko-himself
Intern-The late Derek the intern
Vykker extras-Doyl
Crad
Manloy
Drano
Sikrah
Kanrorr
Mudokon hunters-Bill
Mike
Denny
Alfie
Makajia-himself
Sajilia-herself
The court of Micadil-unlisted
Micadil-himself
Narak-himself
Mazazazaza-himself
Langua-hiself
Tandera-himself (son of Makajia and Sajilia)
Slig judge-Gultran
Representatives of Odd’s domains:-Odd only knows!
Odd’s gatekeeper-I shudder to think!
Odd-His great and almighty self!
Abe as a baby-himself
Queen Tapadoka-herself
President Ted-himself
Security guards-anonymous
Hanarn-himself
Malk-hiself
2 Glukkons-Koran
Garanak
Supervisor-Sergeant Chronium
Gossiping Vykkers-Gilut
Torn
Balac
Trovern
Akko’s supervisor-Gornio
General Dratit-himself
Glukkon security guards-Anonymous
Bigface-himself
Persistent mudokon kid-Jacky
Interested mudokon kid-Nicky
Other mudokon kids-Rob
Tolly
Remus
Sabastian
Napen
Grown Abe-himself

Script
Splat

Director
Splat

Producer
Splat

In loving memory of my Dad. Wherever you are I hope it’s better than here!
Dedicated to all my fans, and all the people who made this story possible, and made a 14-year-old boy’s dream come true.



Coming in Autumn some time,
The quest for the Orb, a several part epic of a great quest. To transport the Orb, a metallicy green ball about the size of a tennis ball, from the hands of the Glukkons, safely in to the possession of mudokons, only this ball can save the mudokon race, if they succeed, the mudokons will be freed, if they fail… then may Odd have mercy on us all…

Exelent ending Splat! That was great :fuzgrin:

Bravo! ENCORE! ENCORE!

Anyways a great way to end a great story splat, and thanks for the mention in there. I am greatly honored to be a part of your story. Plus the way you did it fit well, and was a quick little insert.

Im looking forward to the followup, and also updates on Splat.

Once again, excellent work. Give your self a pat on the back you have earned it.:fuzsmile:

Thanks Al. Glad you enjoyed it. I've only got one more chapter so I'll be shutting down for summer pretty soon. Thanks for all your feedback and support. *sniff* it's what makes the job all worth while! *sniff*

I just read the ending. Your story was great!
I hope that your next story (And Splat) are just as sucsesfull!

Splat will only be succesful if you reply to it.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!
 

Waaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!:crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying:

Dat was the best story I haf ewer herrd....Sniff, Bbbbravo!

Huh, Tolly? Who's that? (wink, wink!)

:D :D :D :D Excellent ending!!!!!!!!!!

Great show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Splat, one more time, BRAVO!!!!!!!!




Good Job.

Thanks Ghost, good to know an old replyer liked the ending. I am being really bad now, I've been off school for a whole week and I still haven't even opened word. Still, I'm still hoping for a few more replies here, but I'm on the verge of giving up, see ya all next Autumn!

im......... Speechless *faints*

Thank you everybody, you don't know how much this means to me.
Unfortunately, due to problems beyond our control,:dodgy: the launch date of The Quest for the Orb, will be postponed, from the beggining of September, to somewhere in the first to thirds of October. Sorry:fuzzle: .

Any of the following are suitable reactions: :fuzsad: :( :eek: :mad: :| :rant: :crying: :dead: :sick:

*gasps loudly* Did it END?!?!


NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~-------.......

*takes breath*

....~OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~---...

*takes breath*


Anyway... this was *sniffle* the best*hiccup* fan*hiccup*fic I've *sob* ever read... Than you Splat *sniffle, hiccup* for writing it... *sob*...

*walks away, waving the flag with the almighty red "S" on it*