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Great story Splat, keep it up! :fuzgrin:
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Heheh, Searge be nice to Slpat :lol: Dont rush yourself Splat, take your time--I know it takes a while to write stuff thats this good.
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Boy, hectic life!
Well, I think I've got the rest of the story back (it's still on a disc in my room) and I did already have this next one, I just haven't been here for one reason or another. Anyway, where were we? Chapter 11 Splat I ducked as the laguateeny flew through the hole. It flew straight above my head and, instead of attacking me, attacked and ate the fleeches. Then it turned and charged at me, well, not really charged but more flew at an average speed. Then it stopped by my face and lowered down and perched on my shoulder, purring happily! I immediately realised what was happening, like someone was standing to one side, telling me. A laguateeny will imprint on a laguameacy that helps it to follow a basic survival instinct (eg. find food) and will follow it everywhere, until it’s old enough to build a cocoon around itself and become another laguameacy. I guessed that this information came from the laguameacy part of me. I gently stroked the creature on my shoulder and walked towards the now-open spirit door. I turned inside and walked down a pitch-black tunnel. I don’t know how long for. It seemed like I had been walking through the darkness with my hand trailing against the wall for my whole life. Everything outside was just a dream. There was nothing in the world but a long, dark tunnel… President Martor I was feeling good. Using the new invention of gold plated robotic arms, originally made of steel for injured sligs but now being made for us glukkons, I took 20 cm long cigarette from a box and lighted it. I then put it in my mouth and leaned back in my chair. I’d learnt from my most secret sources, that Abe had got in trouble at his village and would be out of action, maybe, for 3 months! And there was no report of 0784556 (who I was beginning to call by his name, Splat). Maybe he was somehow killed in the destruction of the lab, or perhaps left the area before Abe arrived. A knock at the door awoke me from my thoughts. I called for the visitor to enter my office. 4521573 (the slig that brought in the report of the destruction of the lab, and all the reports on Saturday, Monday and Friday) came in. “I’ve brought the afternoon report sir,” he said. “Read on,” I commanded. “Quite mixed news today sir. The train of mudokons from the village arrived, but 432944 and 0432945 where missing and so was the map they drew.” “The fools probably locked it in the van took off to avoid trouble. Have the mudokons redirected to L:377. They asked for some more guinea pigs. Send the keys there as well.” “Yes sir. Uh, sir, good news on laquameety. Sales up 49% and those new model greeters have been set up to guard the,” his voice became a whisper as he said the next 2 words: “Enarrakay ootray.” I looked at him, confused. “Ecretsay ingredientay.” I sat, trying to work out what the hell he was going on about. “Laquameety secret ingredient!” “Ohhhh, that, right. How’s red skin going?” “Not very well, sir.” “Crud, Aqua sligs? “Much better sir, in fact, one prototype swim suit held for 2 hours before the helmet cracked and drowned the occupant!” “Brilliant! Anything else to report?” “Uh, yes sir. Um, Splat (I flinched at his name, suddenly expecting the worse) passed through L. H + H. P. this morning. He did minimum damage but killed a flying-slig and ran into Mazia, who caused severe damage to the inside of loading shoot A, in an attempt to catch Splat, who escaped in to Anraar.” “Crud. Put the temple on full alert and call Mazia to my office. Oh, and put the rewards for catching those 2 down to 40,000,000 and 50,000,000. But add Munch to the most wanted list.” “Yes sir,” replied 4521573, sounding relived. “Oh, and bring me the mudokon who mocked you last Monday. It was fun punishing him and I want to do it again. I'm going on holiday tommorow and i really should go and pack... Oh well! can't be bothered! |
*claps* Yay Splat! Your writting is awsome. Btw, hope you have great time while your on holiday.
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Yay! That was good!
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I just got back from my holiday, and i just recieved a disc containing everything I've written, causing me to celebrate, and decide that you will get one chapter for your 2 replies, and one to celebrate, so that makes... (counts on fingers) 2! Chapter 12 Splat I don’t know how long I walked down that tunnel, an hour, a day, a week! But when I emerged it was night. I dropped my bag, and flopped down at the base of a tree and fell asleep. I awoke the next morning, merely because there was a screaming laguateeny flapping at my face. I jerked up, wondering what was wrong. Then I felt it. A tingling sensation on my back and wings. I shot a hand round to feel what was causing it. The tingly feeling spread to my hand so I brought it round and looked it. My hand was covered in tiny insects! I bashed my hand against the tree to get the insects off. It didn’t help. I waved my hand round in despair. And the insects (I ralized later, that they were amts) went flying in all directions! I flapped my wings madly and more lost there grip and went flying! Then I shot out a net of paramite threads and trapped the ones on my back. I rolled up the net and looked around for something to do with it. I saw a gigantic canyon crossing the planet as far as I could see, near where I’d slept. It was almost 10 metres wide! I threw in the net and looked down. At the bottom where some very spiky plants. Probably the same kind that I’d almost dropped on to when I’d first slid in to this jungle and escaped the waste disposal chute! I looked across to the other side of the canyon. and to my surprise, saw a gigantic, marble building! “Whoa, that place looks expensive!” I commented. I lifted off. Or tried. I flapped my wings but nothing happened! I felt them and to my surprise, discovered that they where full of holes! Those amts must have eaten right through! And I didn’t even feel pain from them. They must do something like fekts, only it numbs pain as well as stops death. I instinctively wrapped paramite thread round my wings to act as bandages, then looked for some way of crossing the canyon. I noticed 2 enormous trees reaching across the canyon and crossing branches half way across. I climbed the tree on my side and wriggled along the top branches on my stomach. When I got as far as the weak branches would let me, I reached out for the next tree. I grabbed it and, with it sharing my weight I wriggled closer to get a firmer hold. Then I felt the branches of the first tree give way! I held on to the end of the branch as tightly as I could, but it bent, swinging me towards the trunk of the tree! I was swinging towards the trunk of the tree. “Oh, fu-“ I hit the trunk so hard that my scrab jaw smashed right in to the trunk and jammed there. “zz, ( you thought that he would say something else, didn’t you!)” I tried to push my jaw out of the tree trunk but it wouldn’t come out, then that laguateeny showed up again and started jamming his spikes into the tree, splintering the bark and loosening the hold around my jaw. It was then that I noticed I was 2 meters from the ground! “This really is not my day!” I muttered as I started falling! As I fell my back pack caught on a branch and split open. I landed painfully and my pack bounced on my back, sending packets of fire flumps, bottles of brew, a tube of springles, a giant magnet and a small teleporter flying. I grabbed the springles and the magnet and swung my foot to stop the brew and teleporter rolling in to the pit. I stopped all but one of the brew bottles and the teleporter, and they both fell into the pit. I cursed. The pit was 6 meters deep and I’d never get in between those plants. I sighed. It had taken me months to finish those teleporters. One was no good without the other. I sighed again and put all the stuff back in to my pack through the tear then held the ripped edges together. They sealed back after a few seconds, mending the tear. It was something I’d put in the material. A substance called durarzey. It made the rip fix itself. I sighed, stood up and walked towards the door of the building. I sighed again when I noticed it was closed and locked and I had no way to open it. I slumped down against its wall, and sighed! Chapter 13 Splat I sat there for a minute then got up again to look at the building. It was made of purple marble that glittered in the sun. The large door was about 2 metres by 2 metres in an arch shape. It was covered in dents, white scratches and chips. I found about 50 bullets in the grass below it. I was startled to feel something land on my shoulder. I turned to see the laguateeny that had been following me since I’d led it to food. I sighed, I wasn’t setting a very good example for it. I rubbed it gently. It had saved my life. I later found out that amts can eat a sleeping victim till there is nothing left but the creatures skeleton without waking it up! Major pain killers at work! I pushed some of the vines off the wall by the door, and to my surprise, found a story stone. I pushed my hand in to the space in the rock and the following message appeared in front of me: Place your hand in the head above, if you mean no harm, enter without fear, but if you wish to harm us, or our beloved, then only one part of you will see the inside, of our laguameacy temple! I looked up to see a laguameacy head half calved, half painted in the wall above. It was oval shaped (about the size of a squashed soccer ball) with a pyramid of ten large round eyes (each about the size of a Ping-Pong ball with a black spot in the middle about the size of a pea) with 4 at the bottom and 1 at the top like a laguateeny’s. Above the eyes was a large round mouth, surrounded completely by crimson lips and full inside with inch-long sharp teeth. On top of the head were three sharp horns, each about 10 cm long. the mouth was properly hollow. I realised that that was where I should stick my hand so I took a deep breath, and shoved it in the hole. Flash: I was an ancient mudokon worker, testing the security system. Flash: An elder from a sacred tribe, coming to see the temple his grandfather had ordered built to there sacred and beloved laguas. Flash, flash, flash, flash, flash: Hundreds of mudokon, coming to pay tribute to the sacred laguameacys. Flash: A warrior from another tribe coming to slaughter the creatures inside, I got a shock when the razor sharp teeth in the head slammed down, severing my wrist, But I felt the pain only for a split second before I was another person in another time. Scenes of thousands of mudokons entering the temple or being sent away, minus one hand. Then finally, Flash: For the first time, not a mudokon, but a slig, one in a group of 8. Thousands of groups had been sent out by the glukkons in search of new creatures to exploit. We had shot and killed a laguameacy and now tried to enter the temple. I screamed as my wrist was cut of! Flash: A low ranking vykker examining the temple lock. Gasping as it slammed closed without warning or purpose. How the… Flash: A fuzzle thrust into the hole by a chuckling intern. Squealing in fright as the mouth closed behind me and I was sucked deep in side the temple, then Flash: was in my own body again. There was a pause where I trembled in fear of losing a hand. I don’t know why. A shudder passed through my body for a reason I still don’t know, even now. Then there was a rumble. I looked to my left to see the door slowly rising from the ground. I sighed with relief. I was allowed in with both hands! I waited for the door too fully open before I removed my hand from the whole. I noticed the back of my hand was shining but I thought it was just a trick of the light or some dizziness after being in thousands of different minds in under 10 minutes. I stepped through the temple door and saw to my surprise, the lamps in the walls were still burning, even though the only creature who’d been in that room for 500 years was the laguameacy, lying on its back asleep on the ceiling! It was in the light of the lanterns, that I noticed the mark on the back of my right hand. As the glowing that had been there since I took it out of the laguameacy head faded, I saw the ancient tribal mark of the laguameacy imprinted in black marks on it… ………………………..\|/ ………………………….| ………………………../|\ ……………..-----/-O-\-----……..rough version of laguameacy cave painting …………….^^^^\/_\/^^^^…..<(ignore the full stops- if it’s not properly ……………………../……..\………………copy and paste it and nudge it about a bit). ……………………/…………..\ ………………….^……………..^ |
Yay! Good Chapters! A bit too much sighing, though.
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I sighed, stood up and walked towards the door of the building. I sighed again when I noticed it was closed and locked and I had no way to open it. I slumped down against its wall, and sighed!
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*Kicks self for not relpying sooner* This is an awsome story Splat, pleeeeease keep writting :fuzsmile:
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Would, but I'm on a school computer at the moment, come back later.
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Chapter 14
Splat I stood, staring stupidly at the mark on my hand. I don’t know how long for but I know it must have been a long time. Only warriors had these tattoos. Or, in Abe’s case, saviours of the mudokon race. Did that mean… Was I… I was really confused. I definitely wasn’t a warrior. Some parts of me, like my scrab might be classed as an animal warrior, but that doesn’t really count. On the other hand, I wasn’t really much of a saviour. I’d only ever ruined escape plans and I’d needed saving myself. But then, what if it meant something different all together? Maybe it meant something else… I was knocked back to reality by a sound from above my head. The laguameacy was waking up. It had 2 normal length arms with wings like a dragons (or an oversized bats) trailing from the arms (strangely, nothing like my wings) with three fingered hands coming off a plain pale, yellow and green body with three fingered hands. I noticed the hands where webbed. It had 2 long legs ending in three-toed webbed feet. It had a slightly-longer-than-average neck leading in to a head basically like the one carved in to the wall outside. It detached itself from the ceiling and flew down. It turned to face me. It looked at my face, it flew round and looked at my bandaged wings. It came round again and looked at my face again, the space above my head, the laguateeny on my shoulder and the mark on my hand. It chirped something and the translation appeared in my head: you have not come here before.” “No,” I chirped in laguameacy tongue. “You are strange. You look like us, but you also look like masters. And foods.” “I am strange!” I repeated, not really knowing what else to say! Then the laguateeny on my shoulder chirped in “he may look strange, but he lead me to food. He showed me to stay aware of the tiny flesh eaters. He showed me how to tell which branches are safe to hang my pod when I grow, and which are not. He showed me these things in strange ways but it helped me learn them. He also showed me kindness when I was scared or shocked. He is a good master, and a good teacher, but not good foods!” The laguameacy seemed surprised, but then he said “you are wise little one, and I trust you. He shows himself to mean us no harm if he can enter here.” He turned to me, “what do you wish?” “I wish to…” I didn’t know. I didn’t even know why I came here. I just had nowhere else to go. “I wish, I wish to see more of the temple.” Then I had a thought. “Are their still masters here?” “Yes.” “Could you take me to them?” It hesitated then “I will show you the way.” It walked down the passage for a while, then stopped at a well. “I cannot leave my post for long but I will take you to a brother who will lead you on.” He lowered himself into the well and disappeared. I waited a few seconds before following. I flew down for 2 metres at most, before slowing and flying up, up, up, then emerging in bright sunlight. I squinted for a second as my eyes adjusted to the light, then looked around. I was in a small space with an open ceiling leading out on to the temple roof. I hoisted out of the dip and looked around. I saw the laguameacies talking, and then one flew over the roof and the other turned to me. “So, you wish to see masters. I will lead you to the marshes of peace. Come.” He walked across the roof. I noticed that laguameacies are clumsy when walking. I suppose it’s cause the feet are made more for swimming than walking. After walking about a mile across the roof we came to another hole, this one filled with water. The laguameacy dived in, then, before I could follow, appeared again. “There is something strange here,” it chirped. “I will see.” I said. I lowered myself in to the water, the laguateeny that had been perched on my shoulder for the walk across the roof, diving in after me. I looked around. I noticed the laguameacy signalling to me, I looked at it, and strangely, even though I’d never even known that laguameacies used hand signals under water, I understood what it was saying. I guess that the signals where imprinted on the brain, like the language. 2 fingers on one hand in a circle with the others bent down meant look, and the finger pointing showed me where to look. I stared through the murky water then, quickly signalled to the other laguameacy. 2 crossed fingers for danger and a finger held perfectly straight, pointing upwards for go up quickly. It swam to the surface, and I followed, to take a breath. I noticed the laguameacies had gills but I didn’t, I needed to surface every so often. I dived down quickly again and looked at the sleeping creature, all I could see was its head which was encased in a glass bubble. Behind that was a large lump of metal, ending in a propeller. An aqua slig. I recognised it as an ancient prototype. Slow, heavy, and with one big weakness: Once out of water, the glass bulb protecting its head would crack and when it went in again, the vital electric’s would be out of cover, meaning sliggy go boom, boom! I knew what to do.:devil: Well? |
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Great chapter Splat!
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Chapter 15
President Martor That’s it, there, the day when I found out that I would be responsible for the destruction of Abe. It was 4 days after the issue of his death sentence, it was the day Xalarr was due to be executed for “the scrabaramitoken incident”. As head scientist in the creation of the scrabaramitoken, he was the one to be killed. I walked down the empty passages, surrounded by sligs. Since the deaths of Dripik, Phleg and my cousin Aslik, the Magog Cartel had issued tight security on all high ranking glukkons. Most people where happy about it and the demand in sligs shot sky high. I personally found it annoying, being constantly guarded everywhere I go. It was how people treat dangerous prisoners, not high ranking executives in minimum danger areas! The sligs escorted me out in to the stadium. On one side there was crowd of nervous mudokons and terrified vykkers. On this side where cheering sligs and maybe 30 exited glukkons. Their where M.O.M. cameras around and I noticed a news team and an interview team spread around. Also though, I noticed a group of V. I. G. s (very important glukkons)! I was a little worried about it. I knew they’d talk to me after the execution. And I knew that what happened to me depended on how they looked. If they were cheerful then it would be “well done for taking action and stopping a possible disaster!” If they where looking grim then it would be “You have caused a possible disaster and have done nothing about it!” I took my seat in the private box in front of the stands and picked up a loud speaker as Xalarr was literally kicked in to the stadium! “Xalarr, you have been charged with creating a potentially dangerous creature, failing to control a potentially dangerous creature, and then allowing it to escape. You have been found guilty of the above and therefore you have been sentenced to death in the arena. You may choose which animal will be released in with you. Scrabs or paramites.” He looked appealingly up at me. “Martor, please! I’ve worked well for you! I’ve built loads of good stuff. The greeters and aqua sligs that are guarding the temple, and the root are-“ “SILENCE! Choose your death!” He sighed. “Scrab, quick but painful, as I explained to you.” A large wooden cage was wheeled in to the stadium and then the sligs who’d pushed it in got out of there as fast as they could! I knew why. Pretty soon the scrabs would break out and rip them to shreds. He suddenly spun round and ran up to my box. “Martor wait. There’s something I made, an attachment to the M. S. project! Master sligs, when they die their souls are stored, and then they can be fed in to another body!” I was the only one in the stadium to here this “Only I know how!” He gasped. I hesitated, then slammed a button in my seat. An iron ladder appeared in the wall of the stadium and he scrambled out. The slig guards escorted him from the stadium and confused people began to filter out. But I stayed a while, to think about what just happened. Splat I knew what to do. It would mean risking the laguameacies life and it probably didn’t understand the danger of what it would do. But if the slig woke up and saw me it would go nuts. It would have to chase the laguameacy, not kill it. It was a risk, but I had no choice. |
Being the first post I have made in my weekend, I'm saying...
Happy Weekend! Oh, the story so far is good, too. |
niiiiiiiiice..That was another good chapter
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I would post but I'm working on the last of T.O.S. at the moment. What I will tell you is a few plans for summer. As I'm shutting down the factory over the holiday I'll just leave you with to things, a little scetch by Abe, Alf and Munch, and a competition, awarded with the prize of where this story is going, and also, information on the rest of the stories, Splat is just the first of a 3 part trilogy!
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Ah, forget the Oddworld story, I've got fans to please!
Chapter 16 Splat I spoke to the laguameacy. I explained what it would have to do. “You must go in to the water. Tap on the bubble on the strange thing.” “Won’t it break?” “Not if you don’t do it hard, and use your knuckles instead of your claws.” It nodded. I think it could sense that I was tense, worried. “When it’s eyes open move back and swim away. It will probably shoot…“ it wouldn’t understand the concept of shooting “throw something at you that I can not describe. Dodge it and do not follow it. Fly out of the hole,” I pointed to the entrance of the pool “but fly out, don’t climb. You MUST be fast!” “I understand.” It replied. “Be careful.” I knew it probably didn’t understand that last bit, but it slid in to the water. I waited, worried. I saw a bubbling on the surface. Then there was a loud bang, water sprayed out of the hole, and the temple shook! The slig had fired a bomb! I backed away from the water, just as the laguameacy burst out! Almost immediately afterwards the aqua slig shot out of the water and its glass helmet shattered as the pressure around it lessened. It landed on the purple marble roof next to the hole. The helmet then completely collapsed around it. I walked towards it. It looked up at me and chattered wildly in some mad language that was impossible to understand. I guess this slig had a brain tumour or brain damage or something like that that made it impossible for it to talk properly. Or maybe a problem with its vocal chords. Then again, maybe it was just too terrified to talk properly. I don’t know, I’m not a medical doctor, I just do a few experiments with metal and magnetism and a few simple chemicals and stuff. I rested my leg against it’s suit. My original plan had been to push it back in to the water and blow it up. It chattered even more loudly and I suddenly realised something. It didn’t ask to be here. It didn’t ask to have a horrible mother who sold it in to slavery. It didn’t ask to be assigned at the laguameacy temple, to have to kill Laguameacies, to attack mudokons. It didn’t ask for any of this, and it didn’t ask for me to kill it. Instead, I reached down and ripped it from it’s suit. “Try and have a happier life than your brothers,” I said to it, and then, gave it to the laguameacy. “Take it to the trees and leave it on the ground.” I said to it. The laguameacy took it from me and flew with it over the roof. In a few seconds, it was back, and it dropped back in to the hole in the roof. “Come now,” it said, “I will take you to the peace marshes.” It said. I dived in after it, not knowing that what I’d just done would effect the future of Oddworld. President Martor I was last to leave the stadium. I had planned to take the train to my mansion and take the rest of the day off. But as I came out I ran in to the V. I. Gs. I almost choked on my cigar when I realised they were from the Magog Cartel! One dressed in yellow, the rest in green. But I couldn’t read their expressions. They were keeping their faces plain. “Grim business, all of this.” The one in yellow said. The colours of the cartel members clothes represent their rank. Green is low, then yellow, then red is one of the council. One of those is leader, but not even the other red-wearers know who. I cringed at his word, grim. “But you have coped with it well.” I felt a twinge of hope. “But your actions today were strange. It will stir up the press.” The glimmer of hope was snuffed out. “I was acting as best as I could. He knew valuable information, and I was worried that he may say something… you know, give something away.” The yellow-wearer seemed satisfied. “You have done well on the laguameacy project. This business with the lab is unfortunate but you have done a lot to cope with it. You’ve risen quickly and we believe you can go further. You never know where you’ll be by the end of the year.” I smiled with relief. Then said “I will see what I can learn from Xalarr before I have him killed in private. He kept a lot of secrets and added extra details to his work.” “Good. This has been an awful time for all of us and we look forward to seeing Splat in the Arena. And Abe too, if you can manage it. Then we’ll see. You can expect very good news after that show!” The members walked away. I headed towards the station, my security guards warding off the news team after I told them that Xalarr wasn’t good enough for such an important death. I took the train back to my mansion and then I went and sat in the living room in front of the hearth. What was it that Xalarr had meant, “fed in to another body”? And what was that about not knowing where I’d be by the end if the year? Could it mean, a green seat in the Cartel? I thought. If Xalarr meant it… And all I had to do was catch Splat, possibly Abe and Munch. But fed in to another body… Yes, I would catch the terrorists, but I wouldn’t kill them, no, I would make better use for them. And then, a green seat? No, no, no. I would aim much higher, a red suit was were I would be… I think the next chapter is better, wait a minute, I'll just go check... Yup, it is! |
Im really sorry Splat, and the other fan fiction readers/writers around here. I have been a bit busy, but I feel really bad for not being able to read through a lot of the great stories around here recently. I promise I'll really try hard in staying up to date more, and reading more of everyones stories, and commenting on artwork.
Anyways Splat, the story is coming along great, and its really good to see you still updating you fics. I need to get over my writers block and update my two stories, if you dont recall that I have three one was finished. As of the current time though they are slowly making their way to the bottom of fan corner. ;) I also accept any suggestions in the stickied topic in FC for any other ideas to help me out with how the contests should run, etc. So feel free to post ideas in there too. *Goes off to catch up on "Splat"* Once again thanks for listening to my ramblings. -Al |
As knowbody seems to be reading this anymore (other that Al) I'm just gonna shut up shop for the summer.
So i'll leave you with 2 things. Number one is a competition, Write a short story including Splat and pm it to me and I'll pick the best. There are prizes involved to (oooh, prizes, what could they be?) Number 2 is this: Abe leans back in a deck chair in front of a white board, which fills the screen, and has "Silly songs with Alf" written untidily on it in black marker. Abe speaks: "Now it's time for silly songs with Alf." The part of the show where Alf comes out, And sings, a silly song. Abe's screen wheels away, taking the deck chair with it. Behind is a wild west back drop. Alf stands in the middle of the screen whering a ten-gallon-hat. "The water buffalo song!" Alf declares in a Texas accent. Barn dance music starts up and Alf starts singing: "Everybody's got a water buffalo! Yours is fast but mine is slow, where we get them I don't know but everybody's got a water buffalo-oooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I took my buffalo to the store: Got his head stuck in the door, Spilled some scrab cakes on the floor but everybody's got a water buffalo-ooooooooooooooooouuuh!" Both Alf's wolf like cry and the music is cut short by Munch charging in screaming: STOP, STOP, STOP! You can't sing "everybody's got a water buffalo" when everybody does NOT have a water buffalo! If you sing "everybody's got a water buffalo" then we're going to get nasty letters saying "where's my water buffalo?" "Why don't I have a water buffalo?" And are you prepared to deal with that? I don't think so, so just stop being so silly!" Abe's screen is wheeled back in. Abe is still sitting on his deck chair. "This has been silly song's with Alf. Tune in next time to here Alf sing," Alf, still in his T-G-hat, pops in to Abe's screen for his bit, as the music starts up again. "everybody's got a baby kangaroo, Yours is pink but mine is blue, First was small but then it grew, oh Everybody's got a baby kangaroo-oooaarrgh!" Munch charges in and headbutts Alf in the gut, sending him flying out of the screen. SEE YA ALL NEXT AUTUMN FOLKS! *Waves The Red Muse's little flag with an S on it!* |
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Oh well--- *takes out a mega-sized flag with a LARGE red "S" on it*--- hurray! Oh and ah.... great story. Almost as good as ...hmmm... coffee flavoured milk chocolate and garlic bake crisps. They're great... |
Hey - Keep going!
This is good! |
Hello?! Red Muse to Splat, do you read me Splat?
I neeeeeeeeeeed a new chapter... *gasps* *gasps again* I'm gonna die if I can't anything to read... Argh.... |
Yeah, why'd yeh stop?
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As i explained in July, I stopped posting for the Summer to give me time to write a few more chapters. Now that Summer's over I have some good news and some bad news.
The bad news is that school has started again and I have to go back to the torture house everyday. The good news is that I've refreshed my chapter-stock and I'm about to give up chapter... 17! Before i do though, I'm just gonna say that no one entered the competition I attempted to start 2 months ago so no one gets any info on the rest of the Splat and any other books in the trilogy that I'm yet to write. But now, without further ado or adon't, I give you, the most anticipated spectacle of this story this Summer, Chapter 17, of SPLAT!!! Chapter 17 Splat I dived in to the water and swam as well as I could after the laguameacy. But I had to face it, I may have the wings but I just wasn’t built for swimming. But I did quite well. When I was starting to worry about whether I’d drown before we reached the surface we passed a little stone lump in the stone floor, closely followed by a tube about (a football/soccer ball) wide. And when my lungs started screaming for air we surfaced in a low chamber, were the tunnel had been about a metre high, but now an extra metre was added above water level. I stuck my head up and gulped down air. A Laguameacy head carving like the one at the entrance was set in the wall. I looked at the laguameacy who was signalling for me to stick my hand inside. Why not? I thought, and obeyed. I’d expected a rush of images like the ones I’d had at the entrance but this time it was different. My hand started feeling pleasantly warm. Then the feeling spread down my arm and throughout my body. The walls above and around me, and the water I was standing in started glowing. Soon they were too bright to see, but weirdly, I could still look at them. I felt and heard my knew environment before I saw it. A gentle perfume-like smell seeped up my nose and a strangely comforting tinkling sort of music echoed around me, then, the next thing I knew I could see where I was. Not in a marble alcove but on a small marble platform in a steaming, warm swamp. Then the atmosphere took hold of me, and I sank down, in to a deep sleep… I crouched down and wiped the floor desperately with the cloth in my hand. He wants to see his face in the floor, I reminded myself. You know what happened last time. Of course I knew, I still had the scars to remind me. I remembered the pain and cringed, and then started scrubbing harder. I rubbed the cloth in the pot of wax and then scrubbed harder, harder, I had to get it done, my life depended on it. I remembered what he’d said: “One more failed job and your slog chow.” I worked as hard as I could. Rub, wax, rub, move forward, rub, wax, rub, move forward. I’d almost finished when I spotted his reflection. “Not finished again, I see,” he sneered. “Please, Danjre, 10 more minutes, I’m almost finished!” I begged. “Yes,” he replied, “Yes, the key word in that sentence is almost. I gave you an hour. It has been an hour and 5 minutes. I think you’ve had long enough.” “Please, Danjre, 10 more minutes!” “You can have ten minutes, but I doubt you’ll get much work done in that time.” He raised his gun, and I bolted. I was barely down the corridor when I heard the overhead speakers cry out “attempting escapee heading down corridor 15T. I repeat, renegade heading down C15T.” I ran, turned left, ran, turned right. Forward. Right. Forward. Left. Left. Right. Left. Left. Right. Right. Wham, strait into a BB slig. I bounced off him and landed on my butt. Without speaking, he raised his stun gun till it was level with my face. I woke up, gasping. President Martor I had arranged a meeting with Xalarr. He would be allowed 5 minutes to search through his belongings, then we would meet, each of us either side of a bullet and acid proof screen. He came in with a tube of fizzing green… stuff. “Tarnt.” He breathed. “The elixir of life.” “Elixir?” “Only experimental. Can’t keep a body alive yet. But it can store the spirit of its host.” “In English please.” (note: he did not really say English, he said the name of his language, but it’s close enough) “If I injected some of this in to your blood stream, when your body died, your thoughts, memories, your brainwaves, would be stored in this. Then all this could be injected in to another body and you would have complete control over that person.” “With that?” I asked in awe. “not this, this already has a spirit in it.” “Anclarrr?” “That’s the one.” I smiled. “Maybe Splat will turn out more than just a problem.” “We’ll use him for Anclarrr?” “Oh, no my friend. Make some more of that stuff. We’ll use Splat for me.” not my best really, had a bit of a struggle with the end, bit still, you can't blame me for tryin. What? They can? aw, great...:rant: |
This looks bad, EVERYONE HAS FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME!!!:crying:
Man, if the following doesn't draw attention, nothin will! (Oh, and I know my drawing isn't great. It didn't come out very well on the scanner either. THe seemingly black hole above the laquameacy's 10 eyes is its mouth which is lined with teeth all around the inside.) |
I've been trying to reply, but my internet has been acting up lately. I hope it's ok now.
Consier this my reply. |
:rant: Bout time to... heheheh! glad I finally got one, now where's NP went you want him?
2 DAYS TO GO, THE QUEST FOR ORB IS COMING! BE AFRAID, BE VERY AFRAID! :eek: |
Ok, I have so had it waiting for a second reply, so I'm gonna post with just one. thank you Searge, I'm glad you still like readin my stories. All my other "fans" should be feeling aproppriatley guilty.
Chapter 18 Splat I woke up. The first thing I took in was that I wasn’t really in a long, winding steel corridor, I wasn’t 10 years old (5 in mudokon years) and I wasn’t just a mudokon. I was in a bizarre, steaming swamp with a gentle smell and music that made me want to fall asleep, I was 15 (7and a half in mudokon years) and I was a scrabaromitoken. And there was a sleeping laguateeny beside me and a different adult laguameacy sitting, watching me. “You had dark dream.” It said, “Yeah.” I replied, confused. “You seem scared in sleep. There is something troubling you greatly.” I decided to change the subject, I didn’t like talking about my past. “Where are we?” “In the peace marshes.” It declared. “There are thousands of doors, wells and spark-arches here, and anyone here could get lost without a guide.” I stared at him, surprised by this long and detailed speech. Weird for a laguameacy. It even seemed to recognise my look because it said, “I have learnt much, living here. Dreams have shown me much and I often speak with masters. The air in this place can make a laguameacy sleepy, you are part laguameacy, I think.” I nodded. And he continued. “When lagua’s sleep here, they see dreams. Dreams show special things here. Sometimes future, sometimes express the dreamers worries, thoughts, problems.” My dream had been different. Usually in my dreams I only saw the parts of scenes that I could remember. There seemed to be a lot of spaces where I couldn’t properly build the picture in my memory. But with this one it had been so detailed, I could see and feel everything so clearly. Instead of remembering pain, I actually felt it. The laguameacy was staring at me, sternly. “If you see trouble and worry in your dreams you should try and solve the problem. Talk to others about it, or maybe, for you, write it down.” Again, I was amazed by his complex speech. “She,” It said, looking at that laguateeny, asleep on the ground, “She has good dreams, she has no worries that trouble her sleep.” He bent down and picked her up in his claws and set her gently on my shoulder. Her claws curled round instinctively. “We should go on.” I said, still trying to change the subject. It gave me a hard look, but then motioned for me to follow it and walked in to a teleporter arch nearby, and pulled the lever. I followed it, deep in to The Peace Marshes. President Martor We’d lost track of Splat. Last clue we had was a disappearing aqua slig. The suit had been found, but it was empty. Maybe Splat had eaten it. But, really, who knew? After that there was no record, Splat had vanished and nothing had been found for 4 days. I was worried, It was like the pause before the torrential rain storm where all the animals had run off to shelter. Foreboding and bad for business. “On a lighter note, Abe’s still out of the picture.” “Don’t talk like your one of us.” I demanded. “Well, sorry! You know, after 20 (Oddworld) years of service, I would expect a little more respect!” “After 20 years of service, 6 previous owners, including the great Mullock, may Odd rest his soul,” the hooded, floating figure in front of me snorted, “I think it would be appropriate for you to tell us your name and species.” “Us? I haven’t seen a single other living soul since I arrived hear!” He turned his back on me and I growled, angrily. That guy ground my last nerve! I left him, thinking up all the ways I would love to kill him, and I would if he wasn’t such a valuable source of information. But he treated all his owners with as much respect as if we were mudokons! He was even said to have repeatedly cheeked Mullock. I stormed in to my office, caught my foot on the edge of my desk, fell over and landed on top of my waste paper basket, which someone had apparently recently used to dispose of there chewing gum. I cursed loudly, and then wiped my self against the desk, trying to get the gum off my clothes. There was a knock at the door. “WHAT?!!” I shouted, angrily. A slig whimpered, ran in, dropped a package on my desk, and ran like he had 15 scrabs after him. I shrugged, slipped on my metal arms, and opened the parcel. I struggled through the paper and found a layer of bubble wrap! I got through that and found a test tube full of blue gunk and a note, written in Xalarrs handwriting, and reading: A little something to hold yourself in. (slip in a nail clipping or nose hair and It should turn green.) I smiled, darkly… :eek: |
Okay now--- this fic is getting a wee bit scary... :p
Great work, you never cease to amaze me!! *waves The Flag* |
Ooohhhh... mysterious green-turning thing...
I wonder what it is... |
Uh, Searge? I explained in chapter... 17.
And Red... YAY! I GOT 2 REPLIES! YYAAYY!! THANK YOU RED MUSE! (and the seargent of course:fuzwink: ) So here is your reward, chapter 19! Chapter 19 Splat I spent 2 nights in the peace marshes, and I hope I never will again. Both nights I had dream after dream. Haunting memory after haunting memory. I woke up every half an hour gasping and sweating and wishing I could die to stop the dreams. The Laguameacy never brought it up, but when I woke up in the night I could see him watching me, and as he talked in the day, just about random stuff, he kept hinting about it. As if I didn’t have enough to think about. Like the vastness of the marshes. The laguateeny that had been following me seemed to like the place as much as I hated it. My guide suggested that he stayed in the marshes until he grew up and I agreed, thinking the laguateeny would not enjoy wandering endlessly through Mudos. The Marshes were a terrible maze! Every platform had a selection of about 2 or 3 transporters, a mix of wells, teleporters, and doors. The laguameacy told me we were taking the shortest route. Three days later we’re still in there! He told me that “There are over 100,000 platforms in the marshes. And much more over a million links between platforms. These marshes were found just before the building of the temple. No one knows where they are, I think they’re not even in Mudos. The idea is that it would take over 50 years for a person to find his way through alone.” I wasn’t about to disagree with that! I was certain that I never would have found the way through alone. Especially when I found out that the platform with the passage to the next section of the temple was as normal as all the others. I came through a low doorway to find a platform with another doorway, a teleporter arch and a well. I looked around and noticed the laguameacy was grinning evilly at me like he was about to pull some prank that I knew nothing about. Well, almost a grin. Laguameacies have no muscles in their lips so their facial expressions contain pretty much nothing but teeth! Well anyway, I looked around trying to spot the great joke when he said to me “Go into the well.” That was weird, he had always gone in before me, now he was sending me in first. But still, it didn’t make much difference so I jumped in. The first strange thing I noticed about that well was that rather then going down, across, across, across, across, up and then shooting me out, it went down, down, down, down, down, down, down, tiny bit across, up, then shot me out. The second thing I noticed was I came out, not on a marble platform in the marshes, but in a tiny marble room. I looked around the room while I waited. The only exit was through a small hole in one of the walls. I also noticed that in places rock stuck through the marble. I decided that the room was actually stone coated in marble. Anyway, I stood there for a bit waiting for my guide, then realised that he wasn’t coming. And I realised that I was almost at my goal, the remaining masters of the laguameacy temple. And I would have to take the last step alone. I crouched down and rolled through the tiny hole. I rolled along a short passage and dropped down about a metre in to another low passage. I rolled down that for a few metres in to a small cave. I stood up and looked around. Just another marble-walled cavern. There was a door set in the wall high up, with a selection of ledges that formed a route towards it. Using a complex array of jumps, flips and hoists I scaled the ledges set in the walls and made my way up to the door which snapped open as I reached it. Weird, I thought, but shrugged and entered the dark passage beyond. I headed forward, turned left in to a dark passage, headed forward again, turned left again, took a couple of steps forward, and then found myself falling through a hole in the floor of the passage! I only fell about 3 metres (a 2D screens width) before landing hard on my back. I jumped up, stared at the object in front of me and gasped. President Martor Mazia stood in front of me in my office. “First thing, why is it that you were called to my office 5 days ago, and you have only just arrived?” “I was preoccupied,” he answered. “Just because you’ve been promoted to Master slig, it doesn’t mean you have the right to disobey us.” I waited for an answer and then decided one wasn’t coming so I moved on to the next point. “Well what about the damage you caused to the insides of the loading shaft?” “I was chasing the terrorist, 0784556. He kept dodging my shots, they hit the insides of the shaft.” “Mazia, I appreciate the reasons you have for hating Splat and wanting him dead (I involuntarily glanced at his empty eye socket and missing arm) but there are better ways of getting what you want.” “Like what?” He asked angrily. “Like waiting till you had him cornered and then stunning him.” “He still would have gotten away, even if I hadn’t shot him until he reached the top door.” “Maybe if you hadn’t been trying to knock him out with maximum pain and blasted the door-” “MAYBE IF YOU’D TOLD US HE WAS FIREPROOF-” “HE ISN’T FIREPROOF!” “THEN HOW DID HE SURVIVE IT?” “HOW SHOULD I KNOW, MAYBE HE HAD BEEN EATING FIRE FLUMPS!” Then I realised. I turned on the intercom. “Fars? Have all the vending machines in L.H+H.P. emptied. YES I AM SURE! I DON’T WANT A SINGLE CONSUMER PRODUCT AVAILABLE IN THAT WHOLE FACTORY!” I couldn’t believe that know one had ever realised! All that time we’d been selling Soalstorm Brew and Springles, we hadn’t just been bringing in profits, we’d been aiding terrorism and escape attempts! Well, there ya go, now I hope some other people start replyin soon. (gee could I be dropping a hint?) |
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Gotta say though---chpt. 19 is prob the best chapter of "Splat"! It's pinkegobox for you! ;) I'd sing to you-- but my voice is way too horrible for anyone to listen---^___^ |
Pinkegobox? What the fuzz is that?
You thought 21 was good? I'm not tryin to sound smug, but I think I'm gettin better at writing all of a sudden. I'm really lookin forward to hearin what you think of chpter 21. It contains a very special feature, known only as fragments. I would give you a sneak peak, but i'm tired and I'm feelin mean. Night! |
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Congratulate yourself, because not everybody are awarded with the pinkegobox title.... ! ...God... I do need a break... :| |