Ah, well. We can wait four days.

Uh! Sorry for not posting lately... But i would rather wait until our old forums are being opened again. This new one i quite unfamiliar, and i don't like unfamiliar thing!!
Byt anyway... Thumbs up for you :D I really enjoy tour storys... And have you oticed that it's 2 months past christmas?? SO GET POSTING!!! :eek:

Yeah, Splat. I wanna know what they do!
Ah, no pressure.

Oh yeah, sorry guys! Bloomin writers block! I'll get it to you as soon as possible, i've written about to thirds of it but now i'm stuck.

Few, done.


Chapter 7, There may be trouble ahead…

2 days…
Bill was woken at about 4 AM by the noise of a quiet yelp. Then he heard the old mud say; “Calm down, you’re gonna need all that adrenaline of your escape.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Bill heard Aaron mutter, “You’re not the one about to risk his life.”
“Don’t worry about it, as long as you keep your head and remember the instructions you’ll get to the forest easily enough. I better take the map back now; the wake-up’s soon. Get some sleep. I’ll bring it back at about 11, tomorrow night.”
“OK,” Was all that Aaron said to this. It sounded like Aaron was just beginning to realise the risk of what he was about to do. The old mud took the piece of paper and Aaron curled up on his bunk to sleep. Bill did the same but didn’t manage to get to sleep again.
2 hours later (at 6 AM) the wake-up bell rang. Aaron no longer seemed jumpy but very nervous instead. He kept peering down every corridor and eyeing every slig as he went past; and he kept muttering to himself. Every so often he would freeze in his work and get a glazed look in his eyes. He would remain frozen till a slig noticed and knocked him to the floor with the spiky end of a gun.
Bill had a reasonably uneventful day, he got a few whacks for smelling like a toilet and a few more for walking under a blue light and making a slig think he was a terrorist. Bill didn’t understand why having blue skin made him look like a terrorist but he really didn’t have much say in the matter so he got beaten anyway.
In the afternoon things were pretty much the same. Aaron got beaten for “looking at his guard funny,” and Bill managed to sneak into the toilets and wash his feathers without being caught! He was so surprised that he went into a trance and bashed into a b-b-slig down the next corridor and was punished by being crushed between a wall and a door (the slig gave the door an extra shove because Bill smelt like a toilet).
Bill returned to his bunk after Aaron that night and saw him curled on his bunk, blood spreading slowly over his back. Bill curled up and went to sleep.
At 13 o’clock (not a misprint, there are 25 hours in an Oddworld day!) Bill woke up to see Aaron in his cage, pale as… something really pale! He was curled up on the floor next to his bunk asleep with that big piece of paper crumpled up between his stomach and legs.
“Oy, Aaron!” Bill hissed. Aaron didn’t wake or even stir. Bill grabbed a flattened bullet that he’d extracted from his leg a few months ago off the floor of his cell and threw it at Aaron. Aaron twitched. “Wake up kid.”
Aaron stretched out and woke up. He looked over at Bill. His face was gaunt and tired and there were enormous black bags under his eyes. “What is it?”
“You’re leavin tomorrow night aren’t ya? You gotta learn what’s on that map before then.”
“What’s the point? This is impossible.”
“What’s the point? The point is for freedom. The point is to show the glukkons what the mudokon race is made of. The point is for our species. I don’t know what you got in AC but I can tell enough to know that our species are goners without. Most of us here are goners anyway but we don’t all need that fait. You can save our people and you should. I know I don’t stand a chance but others do. They have a right to freedom. You shouldn’t deprive them of that.”
Aaron sat up, alert. “Ok, who are you and what have you done with Bill.”
Bill might have laughed but right then he was thinking the same thing. “I’m not to sure right now Aaron but you should take in what I say before this wears off. You are the person destined to save our people, if you don’t know one will.”
“What about Abe?”
Bill of course had no idea who Abe was but said: “Is Abe here? No. Is that thing in AC? Yes. Are you? Yes. Abe can’t get that thing, he’d have to be insane to go into Glucose but you’re already here. You can do it Aaron, and know one else can.”
Bill curled up and went to sleep after that. Aaron sat for a while and thought about it, then turned back to the map. Just then the old mud crept appeared out of the shadows near by. “Well,” He said, “ That guy’s sure got a lot of faith in you!”
“Alright,” Aaron replied, “How much are you paying him?”


To be continued...

Wheee!
Hang on...
There's a spiky end of a gun now?

Hihi! Your storys are so Funny, and still exiting and stuff! You get 10 stars from me :D!!

Cheers T! :D :D :D :D :D

And searge, think back
*flashback*

The slig raised his gun. And it was then that Reggie noticed 8 sharp spikes circling the gun barrel. He gasped in horror as the gun plunged downwards.

Ah, ok. Thanks for that.

Bad news dudes. EXTREME keyboard problems have resulted in the enter/return key failing to respond when pressed. This means no paragraphing exept by manually copy/pasting any paragraphs i want to include which is way to much trouble and hard work for me to bother with so frankly, no paragraphs. No paragraphs mean no speech or scene changes or the like. None of the like means no chapters. In other words, both my fics are postponed.
Splat's fics are CANCELLED (that's right,:crying: CANCELLED) until further notice. Sorry dudes. I know, i'm scared to. (and I'd just got to the bit of Splat with the canabolistic m- uh, givin to much away there! Sorry dudes.)

Ohhh, Am I sooo glad that I read this before posting in Splat.
Shame about the keyboard. Try making sure that the plugs connected.

YAY! problem solved, it was just a bug i kept getting every time i went on a certain website but once i turned off and then on again, the problem was gone! That means i can write new chapters...

It also means i can write the 2 bloomin English essays that i was set over the holiday! Stupid English teacher!

Come on! Keep em coming!

So... uh... Splat...
I was just wondering when the new chapter would come ...?

Yeah when??? I'm sitting here in the cold, waiting for the new chapter to appear.... I'M FREAZING!!! I mean... err... Just post a new one! PLEEEAAASEE!! :D

Sorry dudes, writers block! I'll go slap somethin together though. I know I've left you guys waitin for to long. Sorry!
Gah, i can't think of a good first line!

BOOOO!!! *trows filled can at Splat* We want more! BOOOO!!! *Gets can trown back with a note on it: STFU and wait! I have a writers Block!*

:P

*Splat sits in a bare room alone in front of a slightly squashed birthday cake with a single candle on top*

Splat: (singing) Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday dear me...

(To reader) I don't know if any of you really deserve this. You're lucky I'm feeling nice and that I don't believe in revenge...


Chapter 9, Tonight’s the night!

1 day…
Bill woke up the next morning and gazed over at the sleeping body of Aaron. It was 5:30 am. Wake up was in half an hour and Aaron was snatching up the last 2 hours of the morning for sleep. As Bill watched, Aaron stirred and opened his eyes. He immediately noticed Bill watching him.
“Hey, wanna test me?”
“Huh?”
“On the map. I gotta learn all the times and places and distances and numbers and stuff.”
“Uh, yeah, whatever!” Aaron pulled and piece of paper out of his loincloth (“don’t say a word!” He muttered) and handed it to Bill. “Ok then,” Bill began, staring at the long list of numbers and words on the paper. : “Ok, what time do you leave the bunks?”
“11, then I’ve got till 2 to get around the place and escape.”
“Okaay… extra credit for that! Question 2, what’s the first place you gotta get to and how long you got?”
“Take the stairs to the 5 floor weaponry within 20 minutes. Then I’ve got another 20 minutes to grab some stuff including a grappling hook and something about a metre long before the guard comes.”
“Great. Question 4, h-”
“What happened to question 3?”
“You just answered it with your in-depth account of the weaponry. Number 4, where to next, how long you got and what route do you have to take?”
For the next 25 or so minutes Aaron continued to answer Bill’s questions to an extent that left Bill with no doubt that Aaron could pull the stunt off.
“Ok, so you got ya Orb, and you’re in the engine room again, what now?”
“Climb onto boiler… uh, number 3?”
“Go on.”
“Onto boiler number three (I think) and out through the window above into the yard. Then head to the far-left corner of the yard and head about 15 metres to the right and use the grappling hook to get over the wall at the gap in the electric barbed wi-”
“TZZZZ! You’re fried mate, it’s 12 metres!”
“$h|t! I always get that bit wrong.”
“Just think-”
Bill trailed off as the wake up bell rang. He quickly rolled up the paper and threw it back across to Aaron who stuffed it back into his loincloth.
“Cheers Bill.” Aaron whispered. “Cheers for everything.”
“Hey, shut up! I’ve lost my will to live remember!”
Aaron smiled to himself.

Aaron’s attitude changed again that day. Now he just got on with work silently. He never said a word to the guards. He was almost in a trance except that managed to pick up every word said by the guards. Literally every word.
Bill, mean while, managed once more to get into the bathroom and wash himself. He would have gotten away with it if it hadn’t been for those pesky kids… I mean the stoned slig in one of the cubicles that started shouting about the hippie slurgs dissecting his small intestine with hammers! It attracted attention to the toilets that Bill could have done without. That was the day that Bill discovered that having someone urinating on your open wounds really hurts!
Apart from that the day was pretty much uneventful. No one would have guessed that it was planned that in a matter of hours several items would be removed from the weaponry and that the power in one room off corridor AC would cut out mysteriously. Or that a mudokon was planning to sneak into that room while the power was off, remove one item from the room, and then escape out of the engine room into the backyard and over the wall towards the forest many miles to the Southwest…

urinating on open wounds, totaly gold worth! haha... come on keep em coming.
BTW, Happy birthday! But hey, you never mentioned :(

It's written right at the top of my user details list (click my name) :(

Well, who has the time to do that? I seem to remember that you don't. August 16th, what do I get? Nothing from you!
Ah, you get the idea. Just mention it, and we'll say happy birthday!
BTW, Happy Birthday!

Cheers, sorry i mised your B-day last year, i didn't come on much over Summer. And you hadn't ben eading my stories for really long back then (at ast comparitively) but dont worry, i may have something planned!

OOOHLALA!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! How cruel of me not noticing it :eek:
Did you get some nice presents???? :D

Yeah, what did you get? If you don't mind us asking.

Um... i mostly got money. But i did get a t-shirt and a load o' sweets and... my sister's gonna kill me if i don't remember... oh, i got a parody version of "Lord of the Rings" and... oh yeah, a mini remote control car!

Oh, and that's a card that i got off my best friend!

are you gonna write another chapter or what?!

YEAH!! Acyually we are waiting for your super chappies!! YAAY super... woosh woosh... :D

:fuzsad: :fuzsad: :fuzsad: :fuzsad: :fuzsad: Writers block!!! :fuzsad: :fuzsad: :fuzsad: :fuzsad: :fuzsad:

Hmmm... must have forgoten to reply earlier... oh, well...

AH HAH HAH HAH :lol:, Hah Hah hah :lol:, hah...
snigger...

What a funny card. :fuzsmile:

Post more soon!

Got it. Hope you like and sorry it was a while coming: I got exams after Easter so I've had a lot to do.


Chapter 10, Drawing near.

Aaron arrived at his cage at about half nine. That meant an hour and a half till he escaped. There was no sign of Bill but the map was stuffed under his bunk. He tried to study it and test himself but couldn’t concentrate. He curled up and tried to catch some sleep but had the same result. There was still no sign of Bill and Aaron didn’t want to lave without saying bye. And on the other hand if the guards arrived with Bill at the same moment be made his break he was dead meat.
The hours had dragged by all day, every hour seeming like a week. Now that there was only an hour and a half till he escaped time was passing even slower. The dangers and warnings of the night and the days to follow passed through his mind, blotting out his courage and hope. “So much for being an optimist,” He thought to himself.
As the seconds ticked slowly by Aaron became more and more terrified at the thought of what he was about to do. Desperately he tried going over the instructions in his head. After a while he decided he had them sussed and recalled the map and the exact passages he would have to take to avoid the worst of the guards. He was starting to wonder if he would really be able to cross 1 floor every 10 minutes. Then could he really escape and get a mile away in 20 minutes? He went over his instructions again:

20 minutes to reach the weaponry and 20 minutes to grab some useful stuff.
50 minutes to reach the engine room and 5 to shut down power in AC.
An hour to get to AC and minutes to get the Orb.
Then an hour to get to the engine room leaving 20 minutes to escape.
(Climb onto boiler 3 and through the skylight, then 15 metres from the left wall)
A few days of leg it Southwest to reach the forest-and safety.

Bill sat wondering what exactly was in the forest to keep him so safe when the door of bunks swung open and a beaten up mudokon fell inwards, landing on his chest. The mudokon dragged his body between the rows of cages. As he drew nearer Aaron suddenly recognised him. He gasped.
It was Bill. But he was covered in long, purple scars. Where he wasn’t scabbed he was bleeding; he was soaked in sweat and blood and stank like a toilet! He dragged himself over to his cage and glanced at Aaron: “What time is it?”
Aaron glanced at the clock on the wall beside the door where the sligs could see it as they came in and out. “10 to.”
“To what?”
“10 to 11. 10 minutes before I leave.”
Bill looked up at him from the floor. “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be I suppose.” Aaron sat for a moment and then made up his mind: “Bill, you can come with me, we can both get away from this place, you don’t need to stay here. You can see freedom to.”
Bill let out a hoarse laugh and then answered: “Think about it Aaron, you know I can’t do that. You need to be as quick as you can getting out.”
“But you could go down to the boiler room and w-”
“Aaron, you have to escape, whether you like it or not. I don’t. You can save us Aaron. Only you.”
“But...” He wanted to tell Bill that by the time the Orb was safe he might be dead, that he deserved and needed freedom. But looking at Bill he knew it would be pointless. The sad heap of skin and bones and blood in the cage opposite him looked back through dull, empty, trapped eyes that would never know freedom. There was nothing Aaron could do to change the lifetime of pain and suffering that Bill had seen.
Bill broke the silence by glancing at the clock and saying: “It’s 11. You’d better go.” Aaron slowly got to his feet, pushed open to door of his cage and jogged towards the door.
“Wait a minute!” Bill called after him. Aaron stopped and looked back hopefully. Bill continued: “It takes a slurg almost half a day to climb a wall.” Aaron looked at him in confusion and then turned and ran.

Huh? Whuzza... What's that about a slurg!?
Oh, well. Good chapter, want more, all the rest..

Maybe you should hav a look at Aaron's instructions in this chapter and what Bill said wen he tested him in the last.

Thanks for making me go over that, Splat. I just noticed something.
We are missing chapter eight.
I've gone over the last two chapters and am quite sure that there is no other mention of a slurg. I have noticed something else that is quite disturbing, however...

Wee! Finally! You didn't mention how many minutes he had to get the orb... But anyway, this is cool! :)

Oh yeah, sorry, it's 5 minutes. And Sorry about not including a chapter 8, there isn't one, i just missed a number. Sorry about that too! (wow, I'm doin well lately!)
The bit about the slurg should become clear in one of the next 2 chapters (I'm not exactly sure which yet)

Ok, then. If you say so.

Nice! But we want more!! :P:P:P

I was waiting for that!

I've read you're story - its brilliant! PLEASE right more, it was just getting really good! I love it! Continue writing!

MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!!!

Oh yeah, when you have writers block I found it good to read a really well written story and you start getting tons of ideas.