Try retyping it, then.
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No, mean its just a nasty chapter with killer m- said to much again
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Killer modukons????? AHA!!! O've figured the hole thing out now, The 10 missing Modukons is being used for some nasty experiments that makes em strong and evil....
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Said too much? Not to me, buddy! I knew what it is by the end of that last chapter! It's so fun seeing T-nex run around like a headless chicken, trying to guess what it is, when it's a -
Ok, that was cruel. Put T-nex out of his misery. ... a killer m- ? |
HEY WATCH OUT MISTER!!!! If you know what a killer m- is, then tell me.....
... ... ... Is it a killer m- , is that the WHOLE WORD??? AAAR MY HEAD IS GONNA EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
Yes T, there's a killer letter M running aroud eating people! No seriousely (this highly sarcastic comment brought to you by laquameety! If you're beat just eat the meat!
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*Pokes T-nex, wondering if he will have a mental breakdown*
Of course it isn't a killer m, it's a killer m- Uh, Splat, you still haven't given us the new post with the killer m- |
Hmm...Killer m- ? haha, this should be good.. *waits patiently for the next chapter*
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Sorry dudes, my sisters been on all day. Ok, anyone like to guess on what the killer m- might possibly be? No? Good. Lets get goin then!
Chapter 33 Splat I threw the thing off of me and looked at it in surprise. “Guess I’m still in the cute and cuddly lab,” I told the meep that had just knocked me over. It gave a frightened bleat and jumped away from me and hopped a few metres down the corridor. As I stared at it in surprise it actually shook it’s head at me as if to tell me to follow it. But I’d been walking down this corridor for 2 FLIPPIN HOURS and now I’d finally found something interesting: what had scared the meep? Intrigued, I walked towards the door it had come out of. The thing bleated desperately, as if telling me not to. But I wasn’t gonna not bother. I wanted to know what was in there. I was surprised by myself, I knew I didn’t need to and I knew that it was probably dangerous but oddly, I didn’t care; I just wanted to know what was behind that door. Shame I never listened to my father all those times he’d told me that, “Curiosity killed the creb!” (A creb is a 25-foot long sea monster with about 8 legs, for pincers and a rock solid shell - like most sea creatures, it only existed in ancient cave paintings). The meep gave another desperate bleat but I ignored it and grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open. Nothing could have prepared for what I saw in that room. It was a vast room, absolutely enormous. And it was stuffed full of meeps. They covered most of the floor space and were doing what meeps do: wagging their tails happily as they ripped up mouthfuls of food off the floor, chewed and swallowed and repeated. But it wasn’t grass on the floor, nor the food pellets that you might expect with vykkers. It was meat; big chunks of raw, bloody meat. Each meep had blood round its mouth and had insanely long, pointed teeth. The meep behind me gave an angry bleat. I spun around; it was baring its own set of pointed teeth and eyeing my throat with gleaming RED EYES!!! “Well, this is a problem!” I stated. The thing in front of me made a loud guttural sound in its throat. Immediately I heard a scuffling noise behind me. I didn’t need to look to know that a load of the carnivorous meeps were entering the corridor. “You’ve made a massive mistake,” I told the meep in front of me: “Ya see, I gotta go down this corridor and at the moment you’re in my way.” I leapt forward and swung a foot at the thing, then yelled as it latched it’s sharp teeth round my paramite foot. I leapt again, this time into the air and slammed my leg against the wall, dislodging the beast. I didn’t see where it landed; I was already flying full-speed down the corridor (and that is a very full speed!) I had no doubt I could outrun the things… I hate irony! So I was shooting down this corridor at full speed and I suddenly felt a massive pain in 3 of my legs as a bunch of the things latched on and hung there! The pain was intense, those teeth cut through my flesh easily! After a short delay to use the walls to batter the bloodthirsty meeps off my legs, I rose up against the ceiling as I flew, I meant there was no way that they could jump high enough to catch onto me. I still hate irony! Seconds later I felt the monsters latching onto my chest! The weight of them all was too much for me and I felt myself being dragged down towards the hundred or so running along below me. Next minute more were jumping onto my back and clinging on with their teeth. I had one strategy left and I knew that if irony was still against me then they would only fall for it once: I plunged towards the ground. The ones beneath me scattered and as my belly scraped along the floor, the meeps on my stomach and legs were scraped off. Then I shot up and through my body onto the ceiling and the rest all were thrown loose as well. But more were leaping at me now. We were both being more wary, I was dodging there leaps but they weren’t gonna let me dive-bomb em again. And one wrong move and I would be swarmed again. That was all it would take. I rounded a corner and, thank Odd, I had a sudden impulse to look up; I found myself staring at a place where the tunnel suddenly became a T-junction. Acting entirely on impulse I swerved down the right-hand path. I don’t know whether because I lost concentration or because the things had predicted my movements or simply by one of them having a lucky shot. But whatever it was, suddenly I felt an intense pain in my left arm witch threw me off balance as I turned and caused my body to turn slightly left. It was enough for me to slam the side of my head into the wall. I think the mudokon part of me was actually knocked unconscious because suddenly it seemed almost as if I was outside of my own body. As if I was on auto-pilot and I was sitting back comfortably in my pilots chair, watching my body direct itself. In that moment of loosing their commander the other creatures that shared my mind took over. It was like the scrab kicked my out of the pilot’s seat and the laguameacy took up the position of co-pilot leaving paramite me to read the map as mudokon me took a greatly wanted break. But suddenly, totally without my influence I was landing, my weak, bloody legs skittered madly on the floor, struggling to gain a firm balance with all those meeps hanging onto me and blood gushing out of hundreds of bite-marks over my body. My body screamed in what I at first took for pain and anguish until I found myself twirling round in shred attack! All those unfortunate meeps hanging on to me and many more on the floor were reduced to shreds of flesh and splatters of blood. I found myself at the end of a short corridor standing looking at the hundred or so meeps between me and the passage I had come from and the door that I would have reached if I’d turned left rather than right. On that door were letters, which a shred of my unconscious mind bothered to come back to reality to translate for the pleading paramite me: Through this door: R+R Rooms. Test Subject Bunks beyond. I REALLY hate irony. Before the meeps could react laguameacy-me had thrown us into the air and over the hoards of hungry meeps towards the door. When I realised that it was password protected (mudokon-me was paying some attention now) I almost cried with frustration. I turned around to face the lines of meeps. I swear one of them flashed a sickly grin at me; and then they leapt in a solid wall of needle-like teeth and burning red eyes and blood-splattered wool. I leaned back against the door and prepared to accept the inevitable. |
I HATE VYKKERS AND GLUKKONS!! NOW THEY HAVE TURNED LITTLE CUTE MEEPS TO DEADLY FLESH-EATING THINGS!!! AAAAAAARR!!
Anyway, i would NEVER have guesed that a Killer m- was a killer meep.... hate glukkons............................................................................................ ........ ...................and vykkers.... |
Meeps!? hah, awsome Splat!
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I knew it was Meeps! Splat didn't tell me directly, but I did tell him I got an X-box for christmas with Munch's Oddysee. Later on, he came and asked me what sound Meeps make, and I told him that they bleet. Then, in the last chapter, this sentence caught my eye:
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Glad u guys like, it's what makes the job worth while *sniff*!
And that eye thing? It's a typo! I did a lot of research on meeps before writing that chapter.. Alrite, i did get the eye thing wrong but i did honestly know about the one eye, its one of the many odd features of Oddworld that i accidentally overlooked! (Note to self, meeps have unibrow!) (And searge, no one liks a show off (especcially one that keeps calling my Splaty! At least give me double ts as well!(eg, Splatty))) |
Fine, fine, Splat. I tried with two t's, but it did look weird.
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s'alrite.
And T, i think most people here hate glukkons and vykkers! |
Coolness. Is Splat gonna have to fight them all off? Or will something else happen..
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MOM news bulliten
A slig stands balancing his microphone on the palm of his hand. suddenly he drops it and it crashes to the floor making static noises to wake the dead. The slig jumps about a metre into the air and grabs it and shoves it to mis mouth. "Magog on the march, news to give ya the blues! Splat - the awsome fanfiction writer - reports story production down? NO!" Splat: "It aint my fault! There aint no chapters anywhere! No chapters means no story! No story means no moolah! AND IT'S AL THAT BOOMIN ENGLISH TEACHERS FAULT! *CRIES*" Slig: This highly original message brought to you by laquameety! If you're beat just eat the meat!(Anyone claiming that this news reportis not highly original will be shot and then put in solitary confinement for a month)" |
*Sargentbig's face is blank. Very blank. Very, very, perhaps purposely blank. Eventualy it creates the image of a grin, somewhat strained*
Wow. What a highly original Magog on the March news report. Yes. Splat should be applauded for his originaliy. Yes. *Runs and hides before heads roll* |
Ah, searge, you always manage to brighten my mood. And so, as thanks, the freshly produced...
Chapter 34 Splat “You’re gonna die in about 15 seconds!” Said an annoying little voice in my head. Now most people who know me (which was pretty much no one right then) know I have this thing about little annoying voices (eg, Munch) and generally when I hear a little annoying voice I do the opposite to what the voice tells me to do. That is why, suddenly and totally out of the blue, I screeched the screech of angry scrabs everywhere. Battered and bloody and barely conscious, I prepared to face about 500 carnivorous meeps intent on making me lunch. Biology lesson: shred power has a record of destroying anything that isn’t harder than rock or metal. Carnivorous meeps are not harder than rock or metal. Blood and flesh and fuzz went flying everywhere. Much of the blood was my own, blood that was being flung out of my body by the force of shred power. Another biology lesson: a healthy scrab can take down most opponents without using shred power. A bloody, chewed up scrab can be taken down by most opponents as soon as shred power runs out. I found myself pinned against the door by the weight of 500 killer meeps. The solid wall they had formed meant none of them could stay still long enough to get a solid grip on me. Instead they were shaving off bits of skin and flesh as they dug in teeth and were then shoved aside. Pain surged through my dying body. Blood was sprayed everywhere, I couldn’t see. Then I felt myself falling backwards. I love irony. I hit metal ground hard and heard faintly through the blood and fluff that muffled my ears a panicked yell. I smelt sizzling flesh. The meeps covering my body had stopped moving. I tried to move but found myself to weak. I heard a voice: “Don’t move!” He was an idiot, whoever he was. I lost consciousness. My every inch of my skin stung. I could smell something… familiar… what was it? I tried to move and immediately felt my stomach heave. I quickly leant over and what felt like everything I had eaten in the last month was spewed out of my mouth onto the floor with a splatter. Weird that none of it fell over me. I forced myself to open my eyes despite a murderous headache that seemed to appear as soon as I had moved. I realised that I was lying on a metal bed inside a metal room with metal walls and floor and ceiling. Where was I? Then it came to me: the corridor, the meeps, the door opening behind me and then… a voice? I looked around the room again but saw nothing else in there. I looked down at my own body: I was covered in clean white bandages that had been soaked in soaked in some liquid. I sniffed. Of course: antiseptic! It was antiseptic that I could smell and that the bandages were soaked with. I remembered the smell from the labs where I had lived for 4 years. I tested my spindles and found them covered over. I reached onto my back and felt a strip of bandage over them… or it? Whatever, I ripped the bandage away and instantly felt blood come gushing out. I quickly shot out a rope of thread and covered the bleeding patches on my back. Then I slowly and carefully ripped off the artificial bandages and replaced them with my own web. Most of the wounds were only flesh wounds; it was just that I was covered in flesh wounds so I had lost loads of blood. Whoever had saved me from the meeps had obviously replaced the blood I’d lost: there must have been a medical cupboard nearby. Anyway, flesh wounds would heal quickly with paramite healing potion stuff on them. I lay back on my metal bed and gazed up at the ceiling. I jerked awake to the noise of grinding metal. I leapt up. I couldn’t believe I had fallen asleep! I looked around the room to see where the noise was coming from; in the wall to my right a metal door was swinging noisily open from the wall. I leapt off the bed to the door and kicked whoever was coming through in the stomach. A young vykker went reeling backwards. “You can’t kill me!” He screamed loudly as I pinned him to a wall. “Give me one reason why not… and don’t bother trying to pull the poisonous vital organ thing on me!” “Cause I just spent the last 41 hours trying to cover up for the meep incident! If the other vykkers find out you’re here they’ll steal you before I can claim the reward.” “I’ve been unconscious 41 hours?” He nodded nervously. “Then why don’t you just kill me now?” “Don’t you ever watch the news?” “Not any time in the last 43 hours at least,” I answered. “Handing you in alive is worth 65,000,000 moolah while your body can only fetch 2,000,000!” (Which just goes to show how important it is to be up-to-date with the local news) “Seriously?” “Y-yeah!” “Weird.” I muttered. “So you gotta let me go!” “Oh, yeah, whatever. But tell me first, which way is it to the mudokon bunks?” He pointed a shaky finger down the corridor. “Cheers,” I answered and chucked him into the vault where he’d been keeping me, slammed to door after him, locked it (it was a combination lock, all I had to do was change the number he’d entered) and turned and headed down the corridor. Hope you guys like, sorry it took absolutely ages and ages and ages. |
Wow... Amazing chapter!!! :)
You really know your stuff. Shaky fingers and all :D |
Fear brings out the shakiness in people!! :D
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Whee! More chapters! I must reward you with a chapter of my own sometime this... um... age.
...What're you all staring at me like that for? Get back to work! |
Does that mean before or during the "second Ice-age" that the cinemas are warning us about?
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Bah! Cinemas! They don't know anything... least of all my planet-freezing device designed to bring about a second ice age! Muahaha-
oh, yeah, this is suposed to be a secret, so please don't tell anyone. -hahahahaha! |
... *twitches*... *runs off in the direction the giant neon "FBI SECRET BASE THIIS WAY" is pointing*
New chapter comindg soon (hopefully) |
Wow, so quick, fresh off the market shelves, this one!
Chapter 35 Splat R + R rooms. Sounds innocent enough: that’s until you realise that this is a vykkers version of R + R. What do you think vykkers do for fun? The passage was long and bendy, as well as having a lot more branches off than the Cute and Cuddly Labs. I wouldn’t say that’s a good thing. But the place seemed equally deserted, nothing living in site except for mould that was growing on the walls and various objects left lying around that I wouldn’t like to mention! After a rather uneventful hour I was able to strip off most of my bandages without leaving a bloodstain. I stuffed the webbing into my bag, not wanting to leave it lying around. It was it was another half an hour later when I heard a mechanical whirring up ahead and the voices of a slig and a vykker. Swiftly, I opened a conveniently placed door that I conveniently happened to be standing next to (conveniently, it wasn’t locked) and slipped in, closing the door behind me and stood against it, listening for the sound of the couple passing me and praying they wouldn’t come into this room. Conveniently, they didn’t. As soon as they passed I moved to open the door. But then I glanced back over my shoulder and gasped. Rows and rows of shelves hid the walls of the room. They were covered with tightly-packed glass jars, all the same shape, which fitted perfectly into the shelves leaving just millimetres of clearance between jars and shelves. Each jar was filled with fizzing pale yellow liquid and had some sort of organ or body part in them. Rows of jars containing mudokon arms fused together, slig lungs, intern gallbladders, hundreds of different kinds of organs, many I didn’t recognise (strange for someone who spent 2 (Oddworld) years in a lab). But that wasn’t the main thing that got my attention in the room. In the centre of the metal floor there were several enormous “surgical” machines surrounding a metal bed (And I would be lying if I said I didn’t mind being near surgical machinery). And lying on the metal table was what appeared to be a mudokon. I couldn’t see that clearly because the light in the room was dim but I didn’t need a closer look to tell me that this guy wasn’t your average mudokon. Despite every cell in my body urging me to get out of that room quick, I stepped forward for a closer look. R+R rooms. The mudokon’s body and head and legs were all perfectly normal. But where his arms should have been there were no arms. Crafted onto the sides of his body were long bluey-green tentacles, strapped to the bed and trailing down to his knees. Every angle of the surgery showed that there was no point what so ever to what had been done to that guy. The skin had been quickly sowed together and not properly fused. The tentacles were obviously very heavy, there was no way this guy would be able to carry them properly. No, this was the vykker’s form of R+R. The mudokon’s chest was heaving quickly and unevenly as if breathing was a difficulty for him, even when unconscious. I was turning to leave when he suddenly gave an extra-load rasp and his eyes fluttered open. He looked at me. Or at least he tried: he seemed unable to focus and his eyes kept rolling up into his head. Then he spoke in a rasping voice that sounded as if it had been broken, glued roughly together and then broken up again: “Wh-who are you?” I gazed down at his face, pain wreathed his face and it looked as if the effort of talking almost knocked him out. For a second I thought it had lost consciousness till he opened his mouth to speak again. I interrupted him and answered: “I’ve come to save some of the prisoners here.” Slowly an elated smile spread over his face and he actually started to cry out of either joy or pain. He tried to speak but his shattered voice box didn’t seem to want to let him so instead he raised the end of a tentacle and gently stroked my hand with it. But suddenly, the effort seemed too much for him. His eyes rolled up to his forehead and his body sank down onto the table. As he was on the edge of passing out he opened his mouth once more and said barely above a whisper, “Mudokons are the cogs that make this place work… it’s on the door…” Then he added, so quietly that I could barely hear him, even with a scrab’s ears, “you were… one of the lucky ones…” He passed out. “You were one of the lucky ones.” I remembered my own words: “0941 of the scrabaromitoken project.” 0941. That meant 940 mudokons either died, went insane or ended up like this guy. If I had been 939 I wouldn’t have been standing here. I might not have been standing at all! “One of the lucky ones”? Talk about the understatement of the millennia. This is what happened to the mudokons that were captured by the glukkons. This is what is still happening to the mudokons who are still being captured. This is what is happening to the mudokon species, my species. And this is what Abe is fighting against. As long as this goes on, mudokons will suffer like this and die. That is why they are fighting, a few mudokons and a gabbit verses 3 species bent on the destruction of the mudokon race. I left the room with a sick feeling in my gut. His scarred hand branded On moons odd face This hero may free The mudokon race With skin of blue And Spirit guides too Only He can save our bones from brew. But if he falls To glukkon yoke Mudokon nation... ...Be doomed to croak... |
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... ... Very Cool! Nice chapter! |
...........mmm.... That was a very sad chapter.......... I hope that Splat will save them all... Keep it coming!
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So is this guy gonna get saved, or be left to die?
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Thanx for all the replies, glad u all like that one. Drakan? Think about it: he's probably gonna die anyway.
I have actually thought about sticking this guy into one of the future stories in this set but so far i havent been able to fit in what i had in mind. Still, you never know... |