Haven't heard from you in a long time, Splat... oh, well. It's always worth the wait.

Good chapter Splat! Like odd chick said, cliffhangers are good, they leave it open to the imagination, but keep it tense and make the readers want to see what's next. Just one thing, why does a no farts sign prevent Abe blowing them up? Does it sound an alarm or something?

In AE if you drank a brew before entering a door it made the fart you'd stored by drinking disappear. I guess if you tried to float a fart through it wouldn't be possible and if Abe had farted (let alone chanted) on the other side of the door the sligs would have heard. The trolley they loaded up was before they entered the door, sorry for not making that clearer.

ah right, I get it now. It's not that it wasn't clear, I just misunderstood it. Ta for that.

I just realised this chapter was deleted by the hacker, its about time it appeared again. I wrote the following chapter in about half an hour last night (New record!!!) so I'll post that next week probably. In the meantime, read this again if you wish.


Chapter 16


Abe

One of the sligs walked in and looked around. "Hey, Mud. Get your butt over here or you won’t have one!"
Standing in a shadow, I farted loudly. The slig wasn’t an idiot and walked into the shadows and looked around. I was now standing behind the shadow and he came through and spotted me. "Hey, freeze mu- Well look what we have here! I’m gonna get a lot o’ cash for catchin’ me a terrorist." He grinned at me and pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Hey, Boss? I got me a-"

"Too late." I interrupted, and at that moment, my brew-charged fart exploded, taking the slig down with it.

There were yells from outside and three more sligs ran inside, having heard the explosion.

They paused just inside the door, standing back to back in a triangle, guns raised in full, co-ordinated and well trained military stance. It must be said, I was rather impressed, I wouldn’t have fancied trying to sneak up on that.

However, what they weren’t expecting was Splat to come leaping down on them from above, releasing shred power. The one nearest the door felt a shadow come over him and spun round in time to see Splat falling over him. There was a single gunshot and then Splat was on them, spinning like an out-of-control meat grinder, and diced them all.

He came out of the attack, surrounded by bits of slig and clutching his right arm.
"What happened?"

"Lucky shot," He answered. He spun some paramite thread out of the spindles on his back and wrapped it round his arm, where blood was seeping through his fingers. "Let’s get back to the others."

* * *

"See, now if you’d let me possess one of those greeters this wouldn’t have happened."
"You never asked to possess one of the greeters!" Alf pointed out. Splat was looking disgruntled and didn’t answer.

"Yes I did!"

"No you didn’t!"

"Yes I did, I distinctly remember saying ‘I should possess a greeter’ and Abe answering ‘No, don’t waste time Munch’!"

"Uh, I didn’t say that Munch," I put in.

"Yes you did!"

"Shut up Munch," Splat said darkly.

"No, I will not shut up! Not until you recognise that fact that if you let me have my way this wouldn’t have happened! Splat wouldn’t have bust an arm and there wouldn’t be bits of slig everywhere!"

Alf growled with frustration.

"Oh, ignore him," I advised, "He’s just doing it for attention."

"I am not. DON’T IGNORE ME!"

"See?" I said.

Munch growled. Splat spoke up. "Munch, shut up alright? We’re really not in the mood for this."

"I never am in the mood for it," I muttered. Alf grinned at me; I added, slightly louder, "Munch, calm down. Believe me guys, we’re in for a long, boring trip."


Amy

I don’t know why I made all those attempts at escaping. The odds of me getting out were about the same as Abe walking into the Cartel and kissing Maggie on the lips without getting shot.

I guess… I didn’t want to just give in to them. Gerent and Covdi loved torturing me; I didn’t want them to know how they were crushing me inside. Because a day never passed when I didn’t wish I was dead.

They found me just before they left the factory. It was pretty impressive, the way Martor had got all his sligs under control in just two days, even more impressive how he’d got Covdi and Gerent packed and ready to leave. And then they pulled me out of an air vent and shortly after me telling Martor about a malfunction on the second floor, he informed me that we were moving to a fleech farm in Odd-knows-where.

That was a new one. Normally I was kept away from flesh-eating animals. But I guess there was a guy somewhere grinning to himself about what would happen to Martor if I got killed. Valuable as I was, lots of people would see the bright side if it meant they had a good excuse to get Martor executed. He wasn’t a popular leader, and running a dead guy up and down Mudos was probably getting expensive.

As a queen I’m lucky enough to get a private carriage on a train. As the small queen I’m unlucky enough to have to share it with Gerent and Covdi. And as incredibly important vykkers they’re allowed to demand that we’re not disturbed for the whole of the journey.

Which gives them the opportunity to taunt me, insult me, cut me open, ‘examine’ me, pump me full of drugs to see if they effect me in any way.

Well I guess that’s why they do it. I hope it’s why. If Martor was there they wouldn’t dare, he’d probably go epileptic if he knew half of what they did to me when he was doing all he could to keep me alive and well.

The trip took most of 25 hours (one Oddworld day). Covdi and Gerent packed up their tools and hid away the syringes they’d emptied into me so they would look all sweet and innocent after the trip. They let me o and threw me into a cell in the carriage and left me to my own thoughts while they ran over the results of whatever they’d just done to me.

I felt weak and my body ached, sort of how I did just before laying, though I wasn’t due to lay for another 40 days or so. The thought came to me that they’d been ordered to mess with me to get Martor in trouble.

That’s what I was to the Cartel, a tool. To help them with their problems, not just for my children. I was barely seen as a mudokon, I was just some toy they could play with whenever they needed a bit of help in one job or another.

I had been a prisoner all my life and it didn’t look like changing. Through all the times I’d been told I was nothing, I was just a little industrial pawn, I was ready to believe it.

I'm not sure if I commented on this before the hacker incident, but I really enjoyed reading the chapter, the first time and this time. ;) Heh, all poor Amy tries to do is escape. :D Anyway, I'm shocked......it took you 30 MINUTES to write that?!! Wow....it usually takes me an hour and a half to two hours to write something of the same length because I'm super-picky when it comes to fanfics. ;) Anyway, nice job. :)

Strange, when I read your last chapter I got this stranges feeling of Deja-Vu...

Well, I can't find the mistake. Good chapter,k I liked how they tried to fgure out the word, and it seems like the omnipotent being had planned for them to struggle at it until they actually need to do as the word says. Good chapter as always, I just wish you'd update more regularly, like, two or three times a week, 'cause your fics are too good to wait for.

Yeah, I didn't find it, either, but interesting chapter, Splat. I, too, enjoyed the part where they were trying to figure out the word-I found that slightly amusing. :lol: Anyway, keep it up-it's a really fun story to read. :)

Oh, man. That is a new kind of humor. I'm very impressed. You've pushed the boundaries yet again, Splat!

Glad you liked it.
And now, fresh and shiney off the shelf, I give you Chapter 18!

Chapter 18

Munch
I pushed myself up and peered over the top of the crate. A couple of the sligs were moving in my general direction, one of them was just yanking open a crate with a crowbar. Idiot sligs, how could we seal are selves inside a crate?

Anyway, these two sligs were coming towards me and naturally Abe had run off, leaving me all alone to look after myself with no help what so ever. And now, with these two sligs coming towards me and no way for me to get past them without getting caught and no way of getting rid of them without attracting the other sligs, it looked like I was pretty much screwed.

Which when Splat almost gave me a heart attack by grabbing me from behind round the throat. As you would expect, I tried to scream but with him trying to strangle me I was rather unsuccessful.

"Shut up, Munch!" The idiot hissed in my ear! Well I could hardly say anything with him trying to kill me! Stupid Mudokons.

He released my throat and I muttered, "What’s going on?"

"What dyou think’s going on, idiot?"

"Well beyond you trying to make me snuff it?"

"Me trying to save your life." He grabbed me in his arm (the other one being shot), stuck his head over the crate and then shot up towards the roof, lugging me after him and stopping just before he hit the ceiling.

"Do you seriously think they won’t see you up here Splat?" I hissed.

"How often do you look up? Well, besides when someone says ‘What’s up’ to you."

One of the sligs suddenly yelped.

Another looked up and called, "What’s up dude?"

I felt Splat stop breathing. I of course, stayed completely calm.

"Bleeding crowbar slipped! I’ve hacked my bloody finger off!" Well, it was bloody now! (LAUGH)

"Hey, I guess we’re not all as stupid as you Munch," Splat commented stupidly.

"Shut up and get on with whatever you’re doing."

Splat grinned and flew towards a corner of the carriage that the sligs had already passed. He glanced around to make sure none of the sligs were watching (they were all scuffling towards the guy who’d just cut his finger off) and then swooped down, dropping me on my face.

"Stay in line, slurgs! Do you want em to get passed us?"

"Sir, my finger..."

"It’ll be your hand if you keep whining." Apparently the slig in charge was feeling particularly unmerciful.

I pushed myself up to see Alf and Abe standing around and Splat landing next to them, clutching his shoulder and smirking.

"That’s right," I muttered, "Get the little guy last."

"Your wish is my command, I’ll remember for next time." Splat announced like the idiot he is.

Abe was looking worried. "Shut up guys, we gotta do something about these sligs, they’ll be passing this way on the way up and they’ll probably be checking again after this. It’s gonna get pretty awkward if we don’t do something."

I grinned. "No problem!" I hopped past Splat, shoving past him, "Excuse me, I gotta go do something that’ll actually be useful."

Splat attempted to trip me up, which I ignored and continued hopping away from the others, grinning nastily.

A few seconds later I came upon what I was looking for. A large crate with the words LIVE CARGO, DO NOT OPEN. THIS WAY UP written on the side. I grinned to myself.

Abe
Munch came hopping round the corner looking pleased with himself. I opened my mouth to speak but at that second I was interrupted by a sliggish yell.

"Ow… IDIOTS! WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS HAS – Ow – OPENED A CRATE FULL OF FLEECHES? OUCH!" The slig started shooting. Another ouch was loudly proclaimed and a second round of gunshots followed.

Munch was grinning as another slig started shouting. The captain shouted out again, "Come on idiots, get out of here before you get eaten!"

We heard the sligs clatter towards the door and a loud burp that revealed one of them wasn’t quick enough.

Munch was still grinning and apparently waiting for praise. I opened my mouth to say something when Alf interrupted, "Great Munch, so how do we avoid getting eaten?"

If possible, Munch’s grin increased till it looked like the top of his head was almost separate from the bottom. "Simple. Now the sligs are gone we just get Splat to finish em off with shred power!"

A flash of panic crossed Splat’s face. "With a bullet wound in my arm? Are you insane Munch?"

Munch’s smile disappeared at an unbelievable speed. Alf groaned and scrambled on top of a crate. "Nice one Munch. Out of the slog pit and into the electric wall."

I felt a surge of adrenaline that I always save specially for fleeches and glanced around for some sort of protection, some ledge they couldn’t clime too, or some sort of trap. There was nothing of course; it was a train carriage full of crates, nothing exciting. Munch was scrambling onto a box; Alf was already on top of a pile of crates, Splat standing on the floor on front of him doing what looked to anyone who couldn’t see the floor at his feet as an odd dance. I was able to work out that he was trying to stab the fleeches that had evidently gathered round him. I felt a sticky tongue stab at he, hitting me like a whip, and I leapt up onto a crate. Splat let out a particularly loud yelp and leapt off of the floor and into the air. I called to him, "Look out Splat, we don’t need you becoming fleech-food."

He gave me an apologetic glance and swooped towards Munch, plucking him off his box as a crowd of fleeches swarmed at his ankle. I scrambled up onto a stack of crates and found myself perched three crates from the floor about 5 metres from where Alf was perched and with 5 or 6 fleeches hoisting themselves towards me.

"Odd, I hate fleeches!"




But do you? And while you're puzzling over that one, feel free to comment on the chapter.
MWAHAHA! I'm a demonically fast typer! :devil:

Great!!! That chapter was very interesting, Splat. It leaves me eager to see more. :D

Sorry I missed this earlier Splat, and sorry for bumping, but I just wanted to say that that was a good, funny at times, exciting chapter. Please update soon!

Ah, the fleeches. Is there nothing more horrible?
I don't think so.

If it wasn't for the teetering pile of work swaying above my head and threatening to fall over and crush me I'd do it now!

Curse you Extended Education! You win this time!!!

Glad you liked it anyway.

Sorry about the overwhelming work, Splat. I know exactly how that is-that's what's kept me away from these forums most of the time lately. Well, we'll still be waiting for that next part. ;)

I've forgotten what was gonna happen next... :fuzemb:. Sorry guys, I'll get on when i can.

No one need mention that I haven't posted in 6 months... Oh, wait, I... CURSES! :p

Yes indeed, general lack of Odd vibes has stopped me writing, but with exams over there's no longer anything blocking the odd transmissions :p
So yes, let's hope it lasts, shall we. I've missed this, and missed your comments. Gone are the good old days where I felt I belonged in Fan Corner and I plan to get some of that back.

Bit of a recap then. Splat, Munch, Abe, Alf, on a quest to head into the far north to find a captive mudokon queen called Amy, have crossed a desert, broken into a train depot and boarded a train as told in the instructions given to them by 'Alf's omnipotent being' who sent them on this quest, with the promise that, upon finishing their part in the quest, they would each have a wish granted. Anything other than the ressurection of a dead mudokon or any other intelligent being. As they hid in their train, several sligs entered their cabin to look for them. Splat took them out of the slig's path, but, still at risk of being caught, Munch opened a crate of fleeches to distract the sligs, which they successfully did. However, with the sligs gone, the fleeches turned on the group. Splat, injured was unable to use shred power to destroy them, and the group now face death by eating.

That's the summary. I got stuck on that bit, having forgotten how I planned to get rid of the fleeches (stupid me). Well, the solution I've fianlly come up with (after 6 months) is somewhat rubbish, but if it means i can continue writing it'll do.

Last note, I've recently learnt that one of my oldest fans and friends on OWF has decided that she will be leaving soon. I'm somewhat saddened by this, but what can be done? Anyway, as I dedicated a chapter of 'Splat' to her (titled 'the chocolate', interesting story behind that) I'll be doing the same here. So T-nex, this one's for you. I'll miss ya lots :crying:

So in the time-honoured tradition, with no further ado (or adon't), I give you chapter (counts on fingers) 19!

Chapter 19: The Chocolate!

Splat

I was wearing out. Throwing the others around every time they got in danger, as well as being stung pretty badly by the fleeches wasn’t helping. Neither was Munch squealing for help every 10 seconds, for that matter.

Abe had found a crowbar somewhere and was trying, somewhat unsuccessfully, to batter any of the fleeches that came his way with it.
I dumped Alf on a pile of crates and decided to point out something rather important. “I can’t keep this up, guys.”

“Keep on as long as you can, Splat.” Abe panted, “Of all the ways I wanted to die, becoming a fleech buffet was definitely somewhere near the bottom. In fact between fleech food and Cartel execution I don’t think I could really decide.” Abe kept on rambling to himself as I dragged Munch to safety.

“Quit squirming, you want me to drop you?”

“You’re cutting off the circulation in my head!”

I dumped him on a crate. “This is all your fault Munch; you come up with a solution.”

“My fault?” He demanded indignantly.

“Yes.”

He growled as I swooped off to grab Abe.

As I mentioned previously, people don’t tend to look up much. Especially when they’ve just been thrown into a room with a bunch of fleeches and told to remove the fleeches. I froze when the slig was pushed through the door, but if he noticed any of us, he didn’t show it. And most sligs would if the terrorist mastermind, Abe, was floating above his head.

The fleeches certainly noticed him. I assume they also noticed that he was on the ground and not leaping out of the way, because most of them turned and ran straight for the terrified young slig.

He scampered out of the room when about 20 of the little monsters leapt at him at once and they all followed. The two or three that were left, Abe and I quickly finished off with crowbar and scrab feet.

Alf climbed shakily down to the floor. “Wow,” he gasped, “Very dues ex machina.”

“Dyuce ex what?” Munch yelled with all his usual elegance.

“Forget it,” Alf muttered and sat down on the floor.

“Don’t envy that slig much,” I added, “If the fleeches don’t eat him alive, his superiors probably will.”

“Ugh,” Munch said.

Abe

Two uneventful days later (uneventful other than Munch yelling at Splat and throwing the Happy Families cards across the room, which Alf dutifully picked up, cursing all the way), several sligs came on and, while we hid, moved several crates from the carriage and carried in two crates, the first reading ‘Grinder parts’ and the second reading ‘Eyestitch 4005’.

“Looks like this is our stop, kids,” I announced and half an hour later we slipped out of the train and into the shadows.

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“Alright, in four hours the train we want to be on is leaving. That gives us plenty of time to do what we gotta do. I’ve had a quick nosey around and it looks like there’s a small lab here, so me and Munch are gonna sneak in and see what there is to save. I’ll want you there if there are fuzzles and the like. Now there’s a particular platform we’ll need to get on to so we can safely board the train. It’s a pretty high security one, so we’re gonna have to ride on the outside. I spotted a couple of the others here and it looks like there’s a sheltered bit we can hide on at the back so we’ll be ok, but we’ll have to get onto the train roof first. There’s a docking platform you can lower once you’re on the roof of the train. So Splat, Alf, I want you to find our train and get onto the roof. Alf can hide out there until we turn up and give the signal, I’ll whistle a greeting to let him know it’s us so he can lower the platform. Splat, when you’ve got Alf on the right train, come and find us so you can lead us back to the right place if we’re running late.”

“How am I supposed to find you in a place this big?”

I grinned. “Do what we always do, follow the trail of destruction! We’ll leave a trail or something. We’ll probably be around the far side of the building; that’s where the bunks and the production lines are. Munch, if you and I get split up head back to the train station an hour before the train leaves and find Alf.”

“Aye aye Cap’n.” Munch grinned.

I smiled slightly, “Let’s go then chaps.”

Alf

“I guess this is the right one, Splat.”

“Well I’d rather be sure. We’ve been walking about for ages; I don’t wanna waste that by getting you on the wrong train. It wouldn’t look very good would it?”

I thought briefly and looked around. “I wish Abe was here; if he could possess a slig maybe he could get the answer out of another before they figured him out.”

“Well, we can do the next best thing. I’ll put you on the train so you’re safe and then go spying.”

I nodded and he picked me up awkwardly with his uninjured arm and carried me onto the roof of the train. “Back in a minute then.” He flew off.

I crawled to the back of the train and found the space Abe had mentioned. It looked like the Cartel had wanted to extend the roof back a little further (Odd knew why) but didn’t want to waste money on filling in the resulting space, or even blocking it off. I don’t know, maybe these omnipotent beings had more influence on the world than we realised. Either way it was useful, and just about big enough to hold the four of us, though there’d probably be some arguments when it came to getting Splat and Munch in there.
About 15 minutes later Splat flew into sight. “Any luck?” I asked.

“Yup. Wrong train.”

I unfolded myself and crawled out of the space. Splat picked me up again and flew me down. “It’s just the next one along. Good job I checked through. Don’t fancy going where that one was.”

“Why? Where was it headed?”

Splat gave me a wry look. “New ‘n Tasty Co. Personally I see becoming a mudokon pop almost as unappealing as eating one.”



It's definately good to be back.

Aaaaw.... ^_^ Cool chapter, I liked it :p

Also good job on the title... I definitely remember that part :p ^_^ Warms my heart to see somebody caring... But we'll still be talkin on msn :-)

Anyways, Keep writing, i'd like to see this story starting up again :D

This fic Rawks! And yes it is good to see you continueing this Splat :p.

Well, that would be right, I'd miss the post... but, thanks to E'l Scarabino, now I know that you've posted! It's about time!
Well, I have to go do chemistry work now, just a quick post so that you know your readers are still aware of the fic!
...or, at least one more of them.

So long
 

Yes I'm resurrecting an old thread, but simply because
A. I made the thread and
B. I want to give it the end I think it deserves.

I don't know how many people who ever read my first stories, 'Splat' and 'Amy' are still around in the forums. It was years ago that I started writing them and, for reasons listed below, I've just about realised I'm never going to finish. However, I hate unfinished fanfiction so rather than leave all my old fans hanging I'm instead going to post the last part of this story I wrote, and then an explanation of why it was never finished along with a summary of what should have happened next.
I hope new and old fans alike will read this. Nothing more fun than fan-fiction.

So yeah, I'll get on with it.

Chapter 20

Splat

Abe had told me that he and Munch would be in the mudokon bunks in the other side of the building.

What he failed to mention was that ‘the other side of the building’ was a pretty huge place, and the mudokon bunks seemed to have been smashed into little pieces and scattered randomly around. So looking for them was taking up more time than I liked to spend, and, though I tried to find and follow whatever trail they’d left, I was now decidedly lost.

I wasn’t having what you might call a good day. And though I don’t remember saying “This can’t possibly get any worse,” I guess it’s possible that I… No, Munch did, and it affected me.

I was walking down your pretty average corridor, wishing there was some distant siren or empty pants to suggest which way I should have been heading in, when I heard voices from up ahead. And I mean industrial voices, not mudokon-saviour-like voices.

Looking around quickly, I spotted a dull steel-framed trolley with a sheet that may once have been white spread over it, covering whatever was inside. I ducked under the sheet into the trolley, trying to ignore the red patches on it, and listened. Footsteps approached and I heard two distinct voices. One was the unpleasant noise of a vykker and the other I judged as a glukkon by the noise its feet made.

“Whoever had this place before me must have been blind and death! How does this building still stand?”

“Our various departments decided it would be easier to take control of our own areas and various squadrons of the sligs when we realised our dear boss would rather mope in his office than make any effort of keeping the place running.” The second speaker was the vykker, so the first must have been the glukkon.

“Well it’s a good job I was moved in when I was. Think of how much moolah would have been lost if this place had kept going as it was. No Lulu incident, certainly, but still… Who was it anyway?”

There was a perfectly timed pause before the vykker answered in an oily voice, “You know I cannot tell you that. All hushed up by the Cartel sir.”

The glukkon snorted. They sounded very close now. “Whatever. It’s all ridiculous anyway. I mean look at that! What’s that doing out in the middle of a corridor?”

“Ah, that’s been put there since you took over. Should have been moved by now though, the sligs haven’t quite woken up yet. Several of the muds were almost dead when our dear boss left and we’ve been clearing out their bunks.” I realised they were talking about the trolley I was hiding in. I held my breath, worried they’d come over to look. Killing off the boss of the place wouldn’t seem particularly subtle. But my worries were unjustified and they carried on past, rambling on about the state of the work force.

Something was digging into my butt. I reached back and found a sack full of dry grass that the dead mudokon must have slept on. But feeling it, I felt something hard and rectangular inside. The footsteps had passed on now and the corridor was quiet as I worked through the sack, looking for an opening. In the end I tore the thing open; the mudokon had hidden it too well.

Along with a lot of dry grass and reeds, a battered, animal-hide book dropped out and bounced out of the trolley. I scrambled out after it (rather noisily than I should have) and picked it up. Noticing the mess the ripped bag had left, I decided to move on quickly, clutching the book absently in one hand.

A while later I was beginning to think I might be back on Abe’s trail. He was being subtle about it, but the signs were there: a lack of sligs, deactivated traps and so on. He never thinks to turn things back on, does Abe.

But it looked like I wasn’t the only person looking for him. After a while, I realised that a pair of big-bro sligs, their guns out and ready, were coming up behind me. Not wanting to get caught, I flew up into an air vent to let them pass. I’d follow behind them for a while and see where it took me. Abe might need backup if they came up behind him. Munch wouldn’t be much use, I’d imagine. Corresponding with my regular luck (or lack thereof), the sligs apparently spotted something on the floor just down from my vent, which apparently grabbed their attention. They bent down to look simultaneously and cracked their heads together.

“OUCH! Idiot!”

“Me! It was your fault!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh yeah?”

It’s my own personal theory that all those steroids that make BBSs so huge also melt their brains. They could go on like this for hours.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“You startin’?”

“And what if I am?”

“You askin’ for it?”

“Bring it, tubby!”

“You fightin, slug?”

I glanced over my shoulder and noted that the vent turned a corner very soon and became too narrow for me to squeeze through.


And unfortunately that is as far as I ever got with writing this story. For a few different reasons it was never finished.
First, since my computer had recently been replaced I hadn’t been able to play AE, my only Oddworld game, and I started losing interest in the series altogether.
Then when I started to get back into Oddworld I had moved on from the story. Splat was basically a ‘perfect’ character (the internet term being Mary-Sue), meaning just a big mash of ideas I had wanted to use when I started writing. It was good for a start (Splat was one of the first original characters I ever made, and the story ‘Splat’ was the first I ever wrote) but as I developed my skills it just didn’t work anymore.
The second problem with the character was that I was giving him my own personality. You can easily see that the character of Splat is a mess, and that is why. I was changing personally quicker than I was writing.
And so the story went unfinished. I had a lot of fun with it. I loved the characters, the situations, and the story. I hate it when a fan-story like this goes unfinished (Sl’askia and Teal both gave me that grief) so, to avoid unnecessary pain to anyone who ever digs this back up, I’ve made this summary of the rest of the story.


Hiding in the vent while the big-bro sligs fight it out, Splat starts reading the book he found. It turns out to be the diary of the mudokon who recently died, largely due to pure and simple despair. It turns out that the diary was written by Adey, Splat’s brother (A mudokon adopted Adey’s egg after it was recovered from an industrial facility, and later Splat’s egg, making them specifically close), who was captured with him and separated from him after a few years of slavery. Splat, who’d always depended on his brother for strength and had hoped to save him after he escaped (at the end of ‘Splat’ he almost decided not to save the 10 mudokons but rather use the computer to go searching for Adey) is shattered. (the diary bit would have been set out as a ‘fragments’ segment).

Splat, believing hid brother to be alive and saveable, had asked that his pet paramite, Paras, be revived as his wish to the ‘omnipotent being’.

Abe and Munch finish saving the mudokons but Splat doesn’t turn up to help them. They head back and track down Alf a few minutes before the train leaves. Splat turns up barely in time and refuses to talk to anyone.

The train goes about ten miles from the station and stops. A ramp unfolds and a truck rolls out. Abe and Alf manage to jump over onto it; Splat flies over and doesn’t respond when they tell him to fetch Munch. Munch tries to jump it but misses, lands on the ground and is left behind. He wanders back towards the train station and finds a mutated mudokon tied to a rock and basically left to die. The mudokon bears some physical traits similar to a male gabbit and Munch frees him, befriends him and they head back to the station (thus fulfilling Munch’s wish of help with the gabbiwogs).

Meanwhile Abe shouts at Splat for a while who shouts at him that he can’t imagine the things the glukkons did to him.

The truck stops at a checkpoint on the border of Mudos. They are forced to hide while the truck is checked, during which time Alf decides to head back and look for Munch. In the checkpoint Abe finds a gang of alcohol-saturated mudokons and stockpiles of brew. He sends it all through a portal with the mudokons and a sign reading ‘For Alf’s, do not steal’ (and so Alf’s wish of more stock and customers is also fulfilled).

Splat and Abe continue onwards into the continent of Glucose where they arrive at a fleech-farm which the omnipotent being’s instructions tell them is the place where they will find Amy. They head inside and Splat finds out that Martor is working there and he goes off looking for him thinking of revenge.

The factory, being high security, doesn’t contain any mudokon slaves so Abe is able to concentrate in searching for Amy. After a while he sees Splat being escorted down a corridor in chains and lead into a locked room. He finds a passage leading to metal framework in the roof of the room, where he sees Martor questioning Splat, who refuses to tell him anything.

In the space above the room, Abe runs into Amy. Together they watch while Splat is executed by being fed (slowly) to fleeches. Abe is naturally horrified. Amy is just sad.

Martor receives word that Amy is not in her cell and he goes off to organise a search. Together they try and escape from the factory, setting off a self-destruct, but are ambushed on the way out. Just when all seems lost Splat appears and saves them, killing several sligs. They run and later Splat explains that the omnipotent being explained to him that he shouldn’t have died then, but only did because of the being’s interference. Splat has been revived but in return he won’t get the reward he asked for at the beginning.

It is revealed that Amy’s ‘minders’ were killed when the fleech farm was destroyed. Martor, seemingly by luck, survived, but is later taken before Queen Margaret and sentenced to execution.

Back in Abe’s village, Munch (who just arrived back after a long train journey) is visited by the Omnipotent Being who asks for him to do one last thing for it. Munch initially refuses until the Being tells him that it will give him the opportunity to get back at Splat.

Abe, Splat and Amy are crossing the desert when they are caught by industrialists. Xalarr, the vykker in charge of Splat’s mutation, is there and has the three of them locked in cells. He comes in to taunt them and recounts of how a lot of the vykkers who were close to Mullock found out about Abe when he was just hatched and, thinking that there might be something interesting in him that caused his skin-colour, took blood-samples. In the end they found out it wasn’t caused by anything more than a chemical imbalance and let Mullock have him back as a slave.

A few years later, Xalarr had been busy trying to create a mudokon queen that was about the size of a worker class mudokon in addition to Sam, but his experiments failed. Then he remembered the unusual chemical balance in Abe and tried using Abe’s DNA and succeeded, creating Amy. Gloating over, he is about to move Amy when he is shot by a snoozer he brought with him. He stumbles but is wearing protective armour which protects him from the shot. He blows up the snoozer and runs. Munch turns up and frees them and Splat goes after Xalarr but the vykker has already escaped.

The four of them return to Abe’s village and while the residents celebrate the arrival of the queen, Splat walks off alone, trying to come to terms with events.


That’s the end of ‘Amy’. I had planned to make it into a trilogy. The last story was never fully planned out. Most of the plot was complete, though details weren’t all finished. I’ve written the plot as it stands below. The title for this story was ‘Flare’.


372 redskin mudokons with the power to manipulate fire escape from a laboratory where they were all being held. A massive army of sligs follow them, hunting them down. Redskins were mentioned in ‘Splat’ when Splat went over a list of the experiments being carried out at the lab he escaped from. They’re mudokons with advanced spiritual prowess kidnapped and manipulated by industrialists to serve as soldiers.

Meanwhile Abe is destroying a factory (as you do) when Munch finds out about a massive mining operation being carried out at sea. Being rather sensitive about such things he insists Abe goes and investigates. They go back to the village where they recruit Splat and Amy says she has a feeling that she should take part in this adventure (much to Abe’s objections) and they head off.

They get a boat from some mudokons living on the edge of the sea and set sail. They find the place on a stormy night, set it to blow up and try to escape but fail to get very far. Abe and Splat wake up on an unfamiliar beach and are quickly picked up by a number of red-skinned mudokons. They are taken into caves above the beach where the leader of the redskins, a mudokon calling himself Flare, recognises Abe and the scrabaramitoken. He reveals that they were the results of the experiment Splat heard of and, like Splat and Amy, were created by the vykker, Xalarr.

He explains their situation: that the 372 redskins made a mass-breakout attempt. Many were killed and since the rest escape a Cartel army has been hunting them down, picking them off as they run. Eventually they found a boat and headed out to see, hoping they wouldn’t be followed further. Unfortunately the industrials didn’t give up but pursued them and destroyed their boat, stranding them on the island they are on now. There was an artificial redskin queen, but her eggs proved hard to hatch, requiring intense heat. Only two ever hatched. The queen and one of the naturally born redskins were both killed and all they have is a last nest of eggs which is most likely dead now anyway. There are now less than 20 left (the exact number I never decided on, sometimes it was 18 and sometimes it was as low as 9. The redskin characters I decided on for sure included Flare, the leader but not very happy about it, a huge mudokon who smoked lots and a very intelligent medic).

Abe and Splat agree to help them and later Amy is found hiding on the shores of the island. (What happened to Munch was something I never decided on for certain as I didn’t want him to just wash up with the others. The two main ideas I was playing with was that he got back to shore and they meet up with him at the end of the story, or that he was captured by the army hunting the redskins and is saved by Abe and co later on.)

After a while a small scout boat lands on the island. The redskins attack it to destroy the sligs but also to grab the boat for themselves. This fails when the boat is self-destructed and the remaining natural-born redskin is killed. Flare is nearly killed in the attack but Splat takes the bullet for him.

With Splat injured, the remaining redskins plan for the industrialists’ main attack. I never worked out the exact details of the attack except for key events. Flare sacrifices himself, allowing the redskins to win the fight (not sure exactly what he did, never really got a satisfactory explanation). The mudokons get the industrials’ boat. Abe disappears and Amy is seriously hurt. She is given a blood transfusion by one of the redskins (you can see where this is going). Due in some part to the experiments done to her to create her and the similar experiments used to manufacture the redskins, she changes into a redskin mudokon.

Abe turns up later, injured but alive. After leaving a tribute to Flare, the survivors all board the boat and head back to land. During the journey the redskins decide to head off alone when they make it back, to escape the glukkons and to start their own tribe somewhere safe from industrials. Amy chooses to go with them.

I had two different ideas for what happens when they return. The first is that they are attacked by a small force of sligs, possibly led by Xalarr. Splat is captured. They all go after him to save him but arrive too late; he is already hooked up into various tubes and a pipe and so on, and there is no way to detach him without killing him. They destroy the place and the redskins leave while Abe returns to the village.

The second ending simply had them all returning to Abe’s village. After staying a few days to rest, the redskins head out and Splat decides to go with them too. They all head off to make lives for themselves in a real tear-jerker of a closing scene.


And thus ends my masterpiece. Sad it never got finished, but I hope it caused you all plenty of enjoyment and stuff. It was great to write, great to get feedback and I can only hope my latest story will be as successful with you guys.

Rock on,
Splat.


I just started looking back on Splat... :dead: I was such a newb when I wrote that :dead:

:DAwesome....:)I have the same problem with fanfics too, I already know the endings to mine and sequels yet I haven't updated them in ages....I need shot.

Well, that's it then. Another fanfic ends, but I'm sure everyone who read it appreciates the final synopsis. For wont of an official name, The Splat Trillogy was a big part of what made the forums, to me at least, the forums. I can't say I'm sorry to see them end, because once an author grows weary of their work, how could it possibly continue and be the same?
And hey, maybe it started less mature, but that's OK because those of us who read it were less mature as well, and really you wouldn't be as good as you are now without that experience - and you are good at it. I'd be happy to read any of your work any day, Splat.
To one of the greatest and most prolific writers to grace the forums! It was good.

"And Searge saw that it was good."

Heh, good to here the opinion of an old fan. And you're right, this story did shape my writing.
I do regret never finishing it though, and maybe some day I will get around to adding to it (maybe sooner than expected; writing this has given me some of the old spark and I might get out a chapter or two).
And I love how you think this story played such a big role in the forums :D, that sort of thing makes it all worth while!

Man, I've said that line loads of times over the years.

Hey, you could always do what I'm doing :D I'm remastering my old story (from scratch), and although once I post it here some of the old readers will recognize some of the events that are going to happen before I post them, it's gonna have a heck of a lot of changes too :p

I personally think it would be quite interesting to see how different this story would be if you remastered it with the writing skills you have now. I mean, you'd want to change some things that you thought weren't so good naturally, but when you've got a base story this good, why waste it? :D

I'm probably not making any sense at all, so I'll shut up now :p

God, That story is FANTASTIC!