NO!!! Of course it's not too much to ask!! And heres one reply more :)
Yup! You heard it a REPLY, R - e - p - l - y. And of course i love you story, that's why i am replying, right??

Let there be story!
And there was story.

The worst possible situation to be in, an alpha scrab charging at me, hatchlings circling, and me stuck in the web I set to trap them. I could see no way out.
The alpha scrab hadn’t stopped charging at me just because I was at a disadvantage, oh, no. The thing was still charging at me, jaws gaping, muscles rippling. I could practically see Death right by my side.
I thought I was done for, but then I heard an even worse noise to hear at this moment.
“I found one!” said a voice. It must have been a slig, because then I heard gunfire.
It wasn’t a normal slig gun, because there was just one bullet. It hit the scrab in the torso. The creature slowed and staggered.
It was about a meter away from me when it fell. That much excitement was more than I needed.
The slig was on the elevation above me, but I was at such an angle to it that it couldn’t see me yet. I had to hide myself!
I could think of only one way. I drew back the point of my free arm and slashed myself along my side and hid my paramite face. The hatchlings were on me like a flash.
I couldn’t see, but I heard the slig say “Hatchlings and three corpses! Bonus!”, So my disguise must have paid off.
The slig went off to find others. As soon as I thought it was safe, I started throwing off the hatchlings. Being half-scrab, I healed fast and took a lot of pain, but I didn’t want to be devoured.
I hoped it would take a while for the slig to find someone. Between getting out of my web and fighting off the hatchlings, it took a long time to get out. Afterwards I went around pulling the levers. I was about to leave when I looked back at the tranquilized scrab.
The young scrabs had surrounded it, waiting for it to get up. I felt a pang of sympathy for them. When the alpha scrab was taken away for breeding, they would be too, but for meat. Packed with meat tenderizers and steroids until they were almost adult, to be slaughtered.
I got some web, put it down, and broke open the scab on my side. The hatchlings looked at me, but were more cautious this time. I waited.
Eventually, one of them charged at me. I tore off a bit of web and threw it at the scrab. It wasn’t too far, and got stuck. I carefully plucked it up with one of my arms, covered it in web until only it’s head was visible, and put it in my pack. Rinse and repeated four more times, and I had a shred of scrabs in my pack. I collected some meat from the dead scrab, and then left just as the whirr of mechanical pants began to sound.

There!
I hope you enjoyed yourself.

GOOD!! But what will he do to the little, cuté scrabs, will he kill them?? Wil he :(

I'm guessing he'll set em all free into there natural habitat!

That's 2 replies dude, now it's ur turn!

Hmmm. It's not ready yet. I'll need to make it ready soon.

HEEEY!!! That's not fair! :(
I want story....

Have you ever tried to write a story T? It's harder to keep up with deadlines than youmay think. That's why the last chapter of The Quest for the Orb took so long. We don't all have enough free time to write a new chapter every day ya know! Just wait till you make a few more fans! Then you'll see!

yes.. i have tried to write a story.... Just look in my banner.
And yes i know how hard it is to keep up the story, and actually. I only ment it as a compliment(my previous post). And i want you all to take your time on the storys, so it will get better and better AND BETTER.
And while you wait here, plese take just a little time at readin ZUZUs story and Chippis oddysee(I need some feedback).
And i will post a new chapter for Chippi's oddysee soon.

I love ya story, please keep it up :D

Ok. I meant to read your stories the other day but i hadnt got much time but i'll try at some point.

Oh ye of faithful listeners! Here is the next chapter!

[Edit] Opps, I might need to add it to he post!

Flintlicks 4 (Phew, just two more. This is getting hard)

I walked out of the corridor into the hub absentmindedly, and it wasn’t until I looked down at the sound of a squachk that I noticed I had impaled a slig with one of my arms. I darted behind a rock, and then peeked out to see what had happened here.
My visor was greeted with the sight of a few marching sligs, wandering around aimlessly, chatting among themselves. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Some were sleeping – with their visors off. I cannot tell you in words how ugly they are. There were a few poppers around the place, but most of them were doing things like looking at maps and poking sticks into the cages that were placed around. The cages were mostly just plain steel, with a bar entrance. They were heavily reinforced. Gee, I wonder what they could be?
I looked at the nearest pair of sligs. They were consulting a map of the temple, the hub, the rooms coming from the hub – without much success, possibly due to the fact that it was upside down. I was wondering how even a slig could get a side-on map with a clear blue but at the top (Or, in this case, bottom) upside down when there became a tweeping from my backpack.
I immediately tensed. For some reason, however, they didn’t seem to care. On closer inspection of the place, I noticed that there were smaller steel boxes in the cavern. Every now and then, some tweeping would come from it. I was looking at one while it tweeped when suddenly it started shaking viciously. The sligs took notice and started cheering. It was over almost when it started, but when tweeping came from it again, there seemed to be one less voice.
After I watched for a while, I noticed that I had sliced an arm off the skewered slig and was feeding it to the scrab chicks in the backpack. They had stopped chirping, and were munching at their food. I decided to stop hanging around and go to the next chamber. Luckily for me, it was behind me. Stuffing the corpse in my bag, I turned and entered.

When I was inside, a pleasant sound greeted me. Or rather, no unpleasant sound greeted me. No fleeches, no scrabs. But I could hear laughter. Slig laughter. I looked around and found handing on the wall:
....../’\
..../....\
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| Restroom|
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This was obviously removed of all un pleasantries to make room for sligs. I think they backtracked past the point where they started there. This cavern looked surprisingly like the lab I was brought up in: a roof, definite doorways (Without doors, of course), almost furniture – like rock outcrops. This is crazy, because the muds that made this temple certainly weren’t going for the homely look. I heard some slig conversation from one of the next “Rooms”
“This is crazy. Why do they need guards in the restrooms?” Said a voice, obviously a slig.
“We’ve been over this before. The lever activates something that we don’t want activated – yet” said another slig.
“But there are plenty of them about the temple that haven’t been switched yet! And I want to cook something!” The first voice again.
This sounded like they were describing a flintlock. Apart from the fact that they were guarding it, this was good.
“Shut up already!” Says a third slig.
There was a pause.
“This is so-” The first voice began.
Thump. That sounded like it hurt.
“That guy is so annoying! I wish I could do more than knock him out” Said #3
A fourth slig –why is there so many!- said “”Have you heard of these slig steroids?”
“No” #2.
#4 continued, “They were developed by some vykker. They needed a soldier stronger than a slig or intern, especially with this Abe guy running around. It beefs ‘em up real good, so that the’re the size of a snoozer. They’re even developing a new gun for ‘em. A blitzpacker, I think.”
Scary. I hoped I’d never meet one of these beefed up sligs. What I heard next reassured me.
“The trouble is, they haven’t had a successful slig yet. Still in testing, ya’ see? But I’m gonna be one of the first to receive the treatment when it comes out.”
The sligs droned on. But I needed that flintlock!

Uhf!! Those cute little scrab, i love 'em. Continue so that i can read more :)

Whoa, sorry I haven't read this one before. I somehow failed to notice this chapter. Keep writing... I said keep writing.... What are ya waitin for? GET BACK TO WORK!!!

*Mumbles almost incoherently, but some of the obvious words are: "sorry", "lazy", "replies", "immediately", and "sir"*

I’ve been horrible to you. I’m sorry, but don’t expect regular replies. Ok, then.

Ok, something like four sligs guarding a flintlock in a room-like room in the scarabanian temple. No signs of anything else. I decided not to head directly into the occupied room, and instead explored a bit.
The first room I entered looked something like a lab. Not my lab, a proper lab – Bench, basin, vending machine where a fridge should be. I suppose there wouldn’t be any frozen fuzzles in it, though, so that would be an improvement. I would have taken some meat – paramite and scrab; Why not eat them? They’re already dead, they’re not going to get better – but my pack was full as it was with more meat and scrab chicks.
I was staring at the vending machine, and it got me thinking why there were sligs in here, hunting scrabs. After all, rupture farms, the main meat packing facility around here, weren’t around anymore. Then it dawned on me that it would be stupid for just one company to get all the action. There must have been competitors. One must have spotted the hole in resource consumption and occupied it. These industrialists must be here because some company that wanted scrabs sent them.
I peered at the vending machine for a company name, but it was just a general vending machine packed with food wrapped in plastic. Oh, well.
I moved onto the next room, and it was full of bed-like slabs. Or at least mattress-like slabs. I really began to worry about who designed this place. Next to one was an open bag. It contained guns, gear, smoking pipes, and smoking substances that should probably be illegal but weren’t because the Magog Cartel loved a moneymaking opportunity. It was probably illegal for the guards, anyway. Nothing I could use with my assorted limbs. I moved on.
There was only two more rooms. One I decided not to explore because of the smell. The other was the one that contained the guards. There was nothing for it. I had to go in.

Elsewhere…

There is a dark, smoky room. You couldn’t expect rooms like it to be anything else, really. There must have been occupants, because every now and then there was a cough from the gloom.
Presently, a door near the back opened, and a few glukkons walked in. They all sat down, and then the door closed.
For the profit the readers, our personal light will now be toned up a bit to allow for good sight. There are half a dozen or so gluckons sitting at a table, most with personal sligs, smoking cigars. With our new personal light, we can see that they’re playing a card game.
As we watch, one wins. This is obvious because there are suddenly many disgruntled mumblings, throwing down of cards (by the sligs), and general fidgeting. One gluckon stands up.
“Gentleglucks” He announces “Well played by all of you… except, of course, the losers, heh…”
The effects of this sentence make it obvious that the only person who didn’t lose was smiling with a smug expression on his face. And, incidentally, standing up.
“Now, for your pleasure, we have some entertainment prepared. We have found an employee who has been in possession of illegal smoking substances, who will be punished accordingly.”
This sentence, on the other hand, met the murmur of approval.
“ Afterwards, we shall have a scrab, a pack of three paramites, and seven mudokon slaves… punished accordingly.”
That gluckon’s slig then indicated a wall, which was opening to a window that showed a large room with two doors. The lights in this room are quite adequate for normal vision.
One of the doors open, from which a legged slig is pushed through holding only a spear. He is staring at the opposite door like it was a many-tentacled thing with gnashing teeth and an adequate striking range. Then, with a delay of a few seconds, that door opened…

Yet another chapter completed. I am so proud of myself. :fuzgrin:

Cool... I'm hoping what goes on in this room has some relevance to the rest of the story. Still, this chapter is rockin (work on your word choice though, what the fuzz is a "room-shaped room"?!?) please don't take ages on the next chapter though... please? :fuzzle:

Sorry about the room-shaped-room, the point I was trying to get across was that the cave was more like a room than it should bei a temple. You know, doorway, windows, four walls, ect.

FINALLY! *waits for chapter to appear*
oh here's one *eats it*

*Screams* Noooooo! My chapter! What have you done!? :eek:

OH... was it YOUR chapter??? Sorry... *goes to bathroom*
Here... It may smell odd... But i just... made it... better....

Naw, Splat. I just added that extra half-chapter because I thought it looked pretty.
Don't worry. It's all building up...
Though it has no immediate relevance to the story.
Actualy... which room?

Tye one with the glukkons and/or the one that smelt bad. (I have a suspicion that they may both be the same place!) (am i allowed to say that?)

No. The one that smeled bad was a toilet. I bet I woudn't se you going in there. The other room was somewhere completely diferent. Sorry about the confusion.

Ok´ok... When will you post a new chapter, or do i have to poop one out????

Please don't make him poop a chapter out.. I just finished eating...

*throws herself at Seargentbig's feet* FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEEEE!! I know I've been gone for a LONG time, but a lot of stuff has happened since I last posted here and I'm back! I'll be a good little girl from now on and come here a lot more often; I PROMISE.

Anyway, I really like this story! I can't wait to find out how he gets past the guards.

mmm... Reiji, I had wondered where you had gone... oh, well. Good to see you're back.
I'm just sorting out the next chapter now. It's coming!

Yay! Another chapter soon!

How long is soon?

Just because it's not here doesn't mean I'm not working on it.
I've been thinking long and hard about the plot. What would you prefer - a chapter tommorow whith all the possibilites of a water baloon thrown at the floor, or... um... a good story?
I really wasn't expecting it to be this long. But like I said - I'm working on it.

A good story i guess (maybe ready tomorow?)
What do u mean about a water baloon? What have i missed? Is it an american thing? I is confuselled

Hooray for the holidays!
About the water baloon; a water baloon thrown at the floor can only do one thing - explode. I thought of the example when remembering something I had seen that day - some girl throwing the baloon at the ceiling. It jus bounced back off, bounced off the floor, and then sat there. It was inpenitrable. Really funny.

Oh... i vote good story that will be ready tomorrow

Eh heh heh... whops.
I really need to type up another chapter, just not tonight. It's 10:36 PM now, I need to wake up my mother at 11:30 PM so we can get to the airport to pick up my Dad, who is coming here (Western Australia, Splat! :lol:) after a business trip to Europe (Really France, but he visited my Grandmother/ His Mother in England, too) and I am practicaly brain dead right now (this is fine - fact, not fiction) because I was up until 3:30 AM this morning and slept for two hours!
The point? No work today, big sleep-in tommorow! :happy:

If you live in Australia who was it who lived in Japan? I'm confused...
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Thai good, you like shirt?

I’ve been reading through my past posts. My writing style seems to have been changing slightly per-post but immensely since the writing of the first chapter. But I still can’t write “since” right without spell check!

I was about to walk into battle before I realized that I had never actually walked into battle before. Most complications I had solved by my wits or stealth, never by my brute strength.
It would be stupid to walk in hoping that it would work. I would have to tip the odds in my favor…
Think, I told myself, I have to increase my chances. I’ve been cursed with intellect, so I should use it. I have; 1 self, 1 web sack, 1 hell of a lot of meat, 0 anything else. The easiest way to kill the sligs is to draw their fire somewhere else, or stop them from noticing me. Both would be good.
Then I thought and realized; No… I have five scrab chicks as well…
I was quite sure that the sligs wouldn’t immediately take a scrab chick away, but how would they act? I decided to test with one of the scrabs. I had to get one out of the sack first. Since they were actually stuck inside it, it meant I had to undo the web. It wasn’t hard; paramites can make their web sticky (but only a little – enough to attach the ends of a web to something) or non-sticky, and their fingers are perfectly designed for handling either type. So I tore a chick out of it’s case, became bitten by it, placed it down, and prodded it with my foot into the slig’s room. I liked the noises I heard.
“It’s a scrab chick! Get it!”
“It’s what?”
“It’s biting your leg is what it is!”
“What the ----? What is that?”
“It’s a baby scrab, genius!”
“It’s pretty stupid. I can’t feel my legs”
“It’s catching on, see? It’s hesitating.”
“Fifteen moolah says that it won’t find flesh”
“Fifteen moolah says it will”
“Do-”
“Ahhhhhhhhhh! My Arm! My Arm! It’s on my arm! Get it off!”
“Ahem…?”
“Oh, fine. Let me get my moolah from my stuff.”
“Help me! Heellllp meeeeeeee!”
“Shut up, it’s only a ch- Arrrrrghhhhhhh! My face! It’s on my face!”
“Stay still! I have a cage! I’ll knock it in!”
Thump. “Owwww! That hurt!”
What a shame. I was beginning to think the chick could handle them by itself. At that point, however, a slig came out to get its moolah. It didn’t notice me. I made sure he didn’t go back.
So. If one chick caused so much havoc, imagine what four could do! Quite the distraction I’d have! And that chick already let me kill one of them.
I let the other chicks out and prepared for battle.
“Look! There’s more of them!”
“Here comes our bonus!”
“Wrong! Here comes my- Ow! It has me! Someone knock it off!”
I decided that that was the time to strike. I moved in.
There were four sligs moving around in here trying to sort out the scrab chicks. They all had rifles. They could all kill me. It’s a good thing I sorted out the distraction. I killed one before the others noticed me.
“----! What is that thing?”
“Who cares! Kill it!”
I ducked behind an outcrop of rock.
“Don’t shoot! You might hit a scrab!”
“What are you, suicidal? Who cares if a bullet hits a scrab? It seems happy behind that rock. We need to kill it. I’m going behind it to kill it.”
“But you don’t know which way it’s facing!”
“That’s where you come in. I need you to go to the left side of the rock and make a racket!”
“But that’s certain death”
“No, that’s uncertain death.” I heard a clicking. “Staying here would be certain death”
In a small voice I heard, “ok”
I heard him walking over to my right side. I had a huge advantage over them; they were underestimating me by assuming I couldn’t understand them. It was a mistake they wouldn’t live to regret.
I turned to my left. I knew when to strike.
I heard gunfire behind me. Any smart animal would turn to look behind it. But I wasn’t smart. I was several steps above smart. That slig would not fire at me in the fear I would become angry and kill him.
After hearing the distraction, the other slig came in front of me. While I was in the middle of a charge right towards him.
“Di- Arrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhck”
I drove my right arm right into his body, through his soft inside, then brought him around – still impaled – so he was in-between me and the most cunning of the sligs. I knew he was cunning because he both didn’t bring attention to himself in the argument, won fifteen moolah, and currently had his gun pointed in my direction; he hadn’t trusted the other sligs to be successful. When he saw me, he fired.
This is why I didn’t drop the slig; he was my meat shield. I ran towards the firing slig, blocking his fire with his former comrade, and then stabbed him, too.
A sharp, searing pain on my side! I turned to look. The slig had shot me. He was still shooting!
I brought the slig shield around, but earned about six slugs for my stupidity. I charged at him, fueled by adrenalin and rage, and stabbed him, too.
I’ll now have you know how accurate I am. Every slig I stabbed died within seconds of being stabbed. It would not be nice if they didn’t. Come to think of it, it wasn’t nice period, but it shortened the pain.
Ah, pain. My right side was burning with it! I would need to rest soon. But first I sorted myself out.
First, I put some webbing on the wounds. I didn’t know how I was going to get the bullets out.
Then, I collected the scrab chicks into my sack. I made sure they were secure, and I knew they were well fed.
After that, I pulled the flint lock. It was nice to pull it knowing that all obstacles were out of the way.
There were a lot more sligs then I had thought. I counted five dead in the room, the number I had counted alive. Then I left to find a safe place to rest.
Little did I know, that the sixth slig, knocked out by his companions earlier for being an annoyance, now covered in their blood, woke up to find four of them dead in that room, one dead in the adjacent, and to see a half Scrab half Paramite freak walking out the door.
He fell unconscious again, just because of the shock of it.

Oooo... I like!

Wow... I liked this chapter a lot, I hope you'll continue like that :D

Opps. I wasn't suposed to include the last part. That's the next chapter.
I've edited it off, so if you don't know what I'm talking about, don't worry about it.

Cool. 5 midgit scrabs can cause a lot of chaos! 5 fully grown sligs can cause a whole lot more chaos! How long does it take for a scrab to grow?

Well anyway, great chapter, very cool and i liked that litte bit at the end about slig 6.

And i know what you mean about changing writing styles. If you read chapters 1 and 2 of Splat and then chapter 38 you'll know what i mean. It's why I try to edit all of my stories when i finish them. But this is all great and some words were just made to be spelt wrong (eg, wrong) <-- SPLAT'S BAD JOKE OF THE DAY

... No more? *pokes Seargentbig*

This is a good story, nice.