It had better look intresting!

As the scrab was charging at me, I realised I was charging at it as well.
Nonononono! Stop!
But it was too late. The scrab mind was dead set.
Note the italics of dead in that sentince.
Ok. Think...
When you jump in the well: Jump off the ledge when the scrab is under, jump in well, run away from new scrab, pull lever to light torch, enter door while the two scrabs are fighting.
Pull lever.
I looked behind me.
Damn!
I was past the lever, and halfway to the scrab. There was no way that I could have reached back, it was too far, but maybe...
I shot some webbing at the lever, and stoped spining.
The web shot to the lever and stuck. The fact that I was still running pulled the lever, but made me fall over, too.
I heard a click of two stones hitting each other and then a dish above me was alight.
The trobble was that I didn't think I would fall over, and nothing would stop a scrab once a chalenge was accepted.
However, the scrab was still.
Nothing, exept maybe another scrab.
I scrambled to my feet, and looked at the absence of a certain wall that had blocked my path earlier. Instead, there was now an scrab there, angary at the fact that it's now enlarged territory was occupied by another scrab and a half scrab. No place is big enough to hold two dominant scrabs, nevermind...
Well two and a half, but that was irrelivent. Just round it up.
The scrab who had just apeared howled.
Oh, no. Don'thowldon'thowldon'thowl
The scrab I had faced earler howled.
I found that my "inner scrab" found no need to howl. Maybe because in these rare situations, only two at a time ever fight.
Whatever the reason, I creaped towards the door.
When I got there, I turned to see the two scrabs fight.
It was amszingly quick, but also amazingly furious. Every blow was a death blow blocked or dodged. I couldn't see it, but I found I could sort of... hear it. Like a sketchy picture in my ears, when I screached really high-pitched. I think it is a scrab trait, because the scrabs couldn't possibly see thoes strikes, they were too fast for the eyes, and scrab hearing is exelent.
Anyway, when the fight was over in a few seconds, the winner hardly had time to look at me before I was out of there, through the door.

There. It was shorter that this origonal chapter, but it should do.

Give us more!
 

--I'm jonesin' man! I need some more of that story!

Nyeah, make wit da shtory, Biggy!

Totally, dude. Don't leave us hangin'!

Y'all want ta be postin' the next chayaptah soon, hyeah?

--Fer the luv of Odd, dude, the voices are getting stronger! Help me! Help me! Post more of the story before... uh-oh... they're back!

Hey, I'm in charge o' this body, see?

Da hell you is!

Dude, no way!

Sorry I didn't reply sooner, I was busy with home improvements.

Anyway, I'm still interested in this fic. There still are a few more flints to light, if my memory serves me well. (but it usually never does, so I'm probably wrong.) Don't take too long with the next chapter, okay? :fuzsmile:

There are four more flintlocks to go. It's not easy, trying to think them up. The next chapter will come soon.

Hello again1 Sorry I havben't replied for so long, just looked about 15 minutes ago and realised it was about a page longer. I like it. I need to get on oddysee (unfortunately I can't, doesn't work on my new PC!) Oh well, I like it, keep goin!

Great stuff Searge. Your story's getting really good!

I hate that! We (My family) have a new pc too, and some of our old games dont work.

Stupid new fangled machenery! Won't run the old favorites!
*Sniff*
The next chapter is still comeing! And if you want real gaps between them, look at splat's!

Look at my whats if your waiting for what?:fuzconf:

Er...um...er...
...
um... Me no speak ingles!:dodgy:

:fuzconf:

I'm just going to go off and fume at the system. Because no matter how much I write "*" in a message, it's not as sattisfying as actualy swearing. And I'm not going to swear in a message here. I wish I would, but I wont.
Now to explain.
I had a chapter ready for posting, and I lost it. AGAIN.
No words that are not swear words and express my current anger exist.
I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

I have been truly evil, leaving Exalmex like this. I will now contine, mainly because of Super Munch. Thanks!

When I entered the next room, I heard that it wouldn't be easy. I heard the occasional screech of a scrab, and the ceaseless snoring of some fleeches. The sonoring was echoing from a cave, but the screeching was in this chamber. Two pathes were ahead of me: the before mentioned cave, and an incline. I went up the incline.
I continued for a bit, but not too long. I took my time, too. I was taking it noticing the occasional shrubs that grew just where they would get the most sunlight that filtered through the glassless-
(I have to stop now because something hase terminated unespectedly)

Man, how did I fail to notice that there were so many new chapters?!
I really hate fleeches, there probably the most annoying things on all of Oddworld, I never get more thrill out of killing them than i do out of anything else, including possessing Glukkons and completing games! I hope these get killed, I HATE EM SO MUCH:fuzmad: :fuzmad: :fuzmad: !!!
Yay, go Searge!

( I'll probably be interupted in the middle of typing this bit again, so I'm wrighting this now in case it does. So sorry if it stops abruptadly)

- filtered through the glassless windows. I also noticed the large statues outside, of scrabs. It occured to me just how spiritualistic the mudokons were, to make a temple, with statues attached, to wildlife.
I came to the end of the path, and looked down. The scrab I heard through my short time spent in this chamber was walking inside a circle surrounded by rock, and one bit of the ledge I was on.
(It did it again!:fuzsad: Sorry)

This is freaky, I'm on holiday for a week and all the posts seem to have rearanged themselves. I think my computer must have messed up when loading the last time i read this, hense the EEEEEVIL FLEECH! comment. Oh well, keep this up its really good! (And try and get your PC sorted! please:fuzblink: )

Hey! Continue with this!!
Are you writing directly in the post??
If so, try to write in Word or Wordpad Or even Notebook.
It happens sometimes to me that the chapters desappear when i write directly in the posts. So i usually use Word.

T-nex, I'm way ahead of yah! Everyone, Enjoy!

The scrab I heard through my short time spent in this chamber was walking inside a circle surrounded by rock, and one bit of the ledge I was on. In the middle of the circle was a lever, which I assumed opened the door on the other side of the ring. If I leaned over the ledge just enough I could see another door, closed. I thought that it was the other mouth of the cave I entered earlier. So I went back.
When I reached the mouth again, I looked inside into the darkness. If I looked closer though, I would see… just there… left a bit… there! See that? Do you know what that is? It’s called more darkness.
I left a web at the mouth of the cave in case I needed to go back. Then I headed in.
It was, believe it or not, dark. My slig mask was not fitted with night vision capabilities, so that was no help. But, if I screeched at just the right pitch, I could “hear” the cave, like a sketch.
I tried it. Then regretted it.
One thing I had heard all through my stay here was the fleech snores. They were so continuous that my ears had blocked them out.
But when you stop hearing them, you notice.
I could see them in my mind. They would have just dropped from their tongues, wondering what had made that noise- no, they didn’t wonder, they heard the sound, and started heading towards where it came from, looking for their new prey.
They screeched. All a slig would hear was a croak, but I heard not only the croak, but the ultrasonic that came with the croak. They were looking for me with their ears.
I could hear what they heard now. It wasn’t nearly as clear as it would be if I had sent them, but it signified that they came closer.
I backed away, following my web. It wasn’t long before I found light, and I was faster that the fleeches.
But fleeches are persistent. They won’t stop chasing until they have me caught on their tongues, pulling me in, my struggling only slowing what was inevitable…
I shook myself mentally. I couldn’t start thinking like that now. I had to work.
Thinking quickly, I laid a strand of sticky web in front of the cave and backed away.
The fleeches came, crawling towards me, getting ready to shoot their tongues at me, when they got caught in my web.
They struggled, but it was no use. Paramite web is one of the strongest substances in Mudos.
When I looked at them struggling there, I felt no pity. They were like me, in the fact that they were also created by Vykkers, but unlike me in the fact that they shouldn’t be in existence.
I thought about that. And realized that maybe I shouldn’t be in existence. I was meant to, wasn’t I?
I decided to think about that later. I wasn’t sure whether or not I should exist. I was sure about the fleeches.
I jumped on them suddenly, skewering them with my pointed legs. Like I said before, they weren’t meant to exist.
But was I?

And this is an actual chapter, so you will actualy need another reply for the next one.

Cool. Nice chapter (when it got here) and a bit of indepth"why am i here thought" at the end. This could be interesting...

Right, here you go.

What I needed to do was activate the flintlock in this chamber, not worry about whether I was supposed to exist or not. So I headed back into the cave, carefully stepping over my web. Now that the fleeches were gone I could echolocate safely.
Eventually, I made it to the back of the cave. It was pitch black. But I could hear a lever to my right and a stone to my left. The lever had a cone-shaped indent. My arms would fit perfectly into it. So I put my right arm into it.
Suddenly, I could see the ring containing the scrab. But I also saw much more. Not only could I see the flintlock above, or the lever in the center, but also I could through the doorway on the other side of the ring. It leads to the main cavern again. I also saw through the doorway at the other side of the ring, just below the ledge I stood on before, myself, with my arm inside the stone. I could not only look at the scrab and myself, I could look INSIDE them. It was disturbing. I could see my own heart beating blood through my veins, my lungs expand and contract as I breathed, my stomach sloshing and my intestine pulsating to digest the food I had eaten. Most amazing of all, I could see inside both the scrab’s and my mind. Mind, not just brain. The brain is a pinkish-white organ usually inside the head, but the mind is an amazing thing, consisting of thoughts, senses, memories and personalities. Of course, my mind was many times more complex that the scrab’s, but even the scrab’s mind was an amazing thing. I could “see” thoughts running all over the scrab’s brain. I could see the scrab’s need for meat, I could hear what it heard, I could look through its memories to see what it had recently done. If I turned to my mind, I could see my own personality. I could see myself looking at myself looking at myself looking at myself looking at myself… I turned my attention away from that particular detail, as I could see myself struggling. I could see my own instincts and my own sentience both struggling for control over each other...
Something was wrong. I could see it. Inside my brain…
The chip.
That was the chip that was supposed to control me. The one that failed. I could see it so clearly. It was in the wrong place. Off by a millimeter (Of course, Exalmex didn’t really think “millimeter”, but the oddworldian comparative measurement for a mm. This may be zero point something.) or 2. But my mind was connected to it. The chip that was supposed to make me an unwavering slave made me intelligent enough to want to rebel and escape.
Ironic, isn’t it?
I felt like killing Maylar right then, if it wasn’t for the fact I already had.
But I needed to think. I needed to get past that scrab. The lever next to my body would open the door to the ring. That was all I needed to know.
I pulled my arm out.
Sweet relief! All that information would have eventually overloaded my brain. The disappearance of it felt wonderful.
But I needed to work. I laid down some webbing, A thick layer of it on the floor, enough to get quite stuck in, but not enough to draw the eye to. I then pulled the lever.
The scrab turned towards me. It howled.
Howl.
I howled. I didn’t want to fight it, not yet.
The scrab charged.
Charge.
NO!
I didn’t charge. I was getting better at fighting my instincts.
The scrab ran towards me, gaining speed. I stepped back. It was almost at me when…
SHLUCH!
One of it’s feet got caught in the web, the scrab fell forwards and landed on the beb, unable to get up. It would fight it’s way out of the web eventually, though.
Remembering the scrab’s hunger, I left a chunk of slig meat on the floor of the ring before leaving.

1 reply= next chapter

Weee! Cool, i love it. I don't hope he kills the scrab. It's just hungry...

Cool, that was good, can't wait for the next chapter. You seem to like scrabs as much as i like paramites!

Are you an Animorphs fan by any chance? Just a feeling I got.:dodgy:

You like paramites as much as I like scrabs? Weird, I like paramites more than I like scrabs.
As for the Animorphs fan part...
I have 61 of the 62 books, but I have read all of them.
Does that give you a clue?
My internet connection has been so faulty lately that I have been lucky to get as far as this thread. And I have finaly found out how to play Worms Armageddon on this computer, so I have not expanded on the story much. It is still coming, though!

Ah, i love that game, worms Armagedon, just another game my new computer won't run!
I don't get it, it runs microsoft office 97, why won't it run 2000 games?!

Anyway,:crying: I want a new chapter, get your computer fixed!!!

Man, you are a dedicated Animorphs fan, but are you as dedicated to Oddworld?

I just updated Splat, why aren't you readin it????

I've given you a reply Splat, but for everyone elce:
My internet hasn't been the best lately, but it is probably fixed now so it should be ok.
The next chapter will comeas soon as I think it up.

Do you have writers block or something? You haven't posted in ages:fuzsad:

Damn! Someone unearthed this thread.
I guess I should write to this again...
Ok, The next chapter will come ASAP.

Flintlocks: 3

I was halfway there. Three doors down, three to go. I entered what looked like the forth.
When I got to the next cavern, I was greeted by a blessing: No fleech sounds. I could, however, hear the sounds of an adult male scrab and…
Something else. It sounded like squeaks, like the sounds fuzzles make, but a scrab and fuzzles wouldn’t be in the same room for more then a few moments. Either one or the other would depart quite quickly, although in shreds. The one that remained depends on the number of fuzzles. That left me wondering what the sounds were. While I did, I examined the room I had just entered.
This one looked rather small, with no obstacles, creatures, and even only one wall. That was before I noticed the well not too far from me, and decided that this elevation was here for observation.
So, I walked up to the edge and looked down. I saw a patch of land with two small elevations at both sides and two levers on them. I also saw four wells, two on the lower elevation, one each for the higher ones.
I also saw the big scrab I had seen earlier, and a corpse.
That’s amazing, because when faced with food, a scrab will usually eat it all. I was baffled. The corpse itself was a half a scrab. Not a very pretty sight, as much of the innards had had a permanent job change to outards. I strained my eyes and thought I could see small orange dots crawling around the area.
What had happened I finally understood, from a card thrown up from the filling cabinet in my brain labeled: Scrab instincts.
The big male scrab had won a mate by being particularly strong, healthy, and red. After the, ahem, necessities were over, and the female gave birth, she soon became a source of meat for the male scrab. Only, however, when he was quite sure the eggs would hatch soon. When they did, the hatchlings had a protector and a food supply close by. The father would cripple any meat that wondered by for the hatchlings to finish off.
Right then, I really hated whoever made these puzzles up. This felt like a nearly impossible task.

There you go, at long last, flintlock 4. Sorry about the long, drawn out silence of this thread, but see how easy it is for YOU to create an Oddysee/Exoddus Temples puzzle for a character who, unlike Abe, can’t hoist or chant.
Yeah. Not easy, is it?

Finally!

Great chapter!:D

*Sits and twiddles thumbs while he waits for another reply*

YAY! Good story. Yup, it is kind of hard with all that puzzle thing.
:)

Ok, sorry fo the great load here. I won't do it again.

Man, I thought my PC wasn't loading the story properly! I refreshed about 3 times.

You shouldn't do things like that really though, it waists board space and upsets the mods. No a good idea really.

But anyway, I is annoyed! I want another chapter!:fuzmad:

Ok, ok... I'll write this this evening.
Happy? It'll be posted tommorrow.

good good! I'll see you then then.

I've been cruel, horrid, evil and ugly.
But most of all I've been slow and lazy, Because I still haven't writen another chapter.
I'll just... dissapear from this thread until I feel I can show my face here again, and with another chapter.
:fuzemb: :fuzemb: :fuzemb: :fuzemb: :fuzemb:
I would, however, like to crongratulate, appolagise to, and thank you, the fans who are reading this, for CONTINUING o read this, and I assure you the next chapter will come as soon as it is writen.

See, I hope you now understand what it's like being an author and trying to keep up to date with your stories whiule on a tough deadline.
Maybe you'll be a little more understanding now when i get behind.
Well, I'm still waitn anyway:fuzwink:

Ok, finaly, I have the chapter! Thank you to Splat, who forced me to write it, and everyone else for reading!

This was dangerous. Not only would I die if caught by the adult, but I would die painfully at the scythes of the hatchlings. It would be like being ripped apart by… small, numerous, vicious fish found in tropical climates… only more slowly and painfully. And I had a feeling that the two wells didn’t regurgitate at the opposite sides.
I had no idea how I was going to do this, especially with the door by the scrabs.
After surveying the area for a while, I decided what to do, and jumped into a well.
I came out one of the wells on the elevation. Then I realized that if there were two levers, maybe I only needed to pull one to get out.
No luck. Once I pulled it, only one flint stone came down. The other was still ready to swing. No doubt by the other lever.
I could see the five scrab chicks now. They were like miniature versions of the adult, but they were orange, and their scythes were short, stubby and filled with teeth. Obviously because their feet were not yet big enough for them to dance on their food before eating it. Some of them also had a sharp lump on their stump scythes. This must have been an egg tooth, used for breaking the hard scrab egg. Some of them still had theirs, but others must have dropped off.
Firstly, I made a big wad of sticky web. Then, I jumped into the well. After a short trip, I found myself Facing the big male scrab.
I threw my wad to the floor in front of me and howled. The scrab replied, and charged.
I looked around. The scrab was charging at me at an amazing speed. The stench of rotting carcass was terrible. The four chicks were watching intently, learning…
Something about that last sentence bothered me. I replayed it inside my head.
The four chicks were watching me intently… the four chicks… the four… four…
Four! There were five scrab chicks!
That left me about half a second to wonder before the fifth took a bite at my leg.
The pain was more surprising than painfull. I twisted around, looking for who bit me. When the pain didn’t ease, I looked at my calf to se a small orange scrab holding on for dear life. I tried to shake it off, tossing this way and that, when I heard the worst noise possible at that time.
Shhhllluck!
I twisted again to see what the sound was. Because one of my feet appeared to be stuck, I fell over. Into my webbing.
Now, If only my foot had been stuck, I might get it out in time. But now that the rest of me was, I considered myself doomed to the scrabs.

How will Exalmex get out of this predicament? Find out with just two posts!

Ok, I realise that some of you aren't here, and others don't realise that I am, but, nevertheless, I need fans, people!

cool! Very tense!

Hmmmm...
I need another replier...
just one more...
...
...
..-Is that too much to ask???