Elum Ranch
 

This is my new fanfic i like feedback so plz say stuff.

It was a blazing hot day the sun glared down on the dark metal floor baking the old elum blood. Sligs grumbled angraly amoungst each other about the Glukons, "stupid Gluks sittin in der fancy little offices eatin elum pie and munchin scrab legs", "yeah i heard theys have been gettin meech munchies some cloning viker fing some stupid arse vyker made", the two sligs conversed together grumpily.

Back in the feeding area scrubs oozed sickly thick honey with dead bees and clumps of mud into feeding trouphs. One scrub walked over to a thick rope and yanked it a couple of times and then a loud ring broke out, DING!DING!DIND!
elums came running from a large opening in the wall which led to the pen where the elums were kept across from the death pen where the elums ready for processing and occasionly a wild meep or even a sleg were kept. The elums lapt up the honey and fighting over feeding space.

There was a lack of technology at the elum ranch due to the fact that not much tech stuff had been introduced to western mudos. so to keep fuzzles getting in they ran a line of barb wire across the perimiter of the ranch. The ranch was gaurded by sligs,wolvarks and hired outlaws.

I like your stuff, Mudoko_Jedi! Keep on posting more good stuffs too give my eyes something to do :p

ure the boss next one coming soon.

P.S. next one will be longer.

*Eyes prepare for something to do*

Next oneChapter 2

Tangled fuzzles shook the barbwire and made screeching sounds, angry wolvarks came and put an end to the noise with the butt of their rifles.
Mudokon slaves and captured grubbs woke lazily in the sleeping compound aching from whips and baton bruises some headed for the feeding area most went to the mess to get breakfast (a slop consisting of grinded elum bones and stunk flesh) but some went under the floor through a lifted tile created by the slaves. Down below the compound an armament of makeshift spears and discarded can openers, which were used for weapons lined the walls and small beds were the wanted scrubs and grubb slaves sheltered from their punishment.

In the mess guards kicked at the slaves’ whist they pushed towards the U.D.S.M. Uncle Dukes Slave Mush.
At the other side of the ranch the guards ate their U.D.U.C.M. Uncle Dukes Upper Class Meat and argued between themselves. After breakfast the ranch went back into action, the glukkons Tex and Freddie counted money and worked out rosters, sligs found where they were posted, outlaws collected their pay, wolvarks got ready for elum hunting and the slaves braced themselves for another day of grueling work and punishment.
A long boat trip up the Mongo River was a city called LastLegs; this city was a haven for grubbs. The queen of LastLegs was a grubb named Freda everything. This city had been repaired since the attack of the wolvarks and Oktigi. The damn that was home to those attackers had been destroyed by the great steef, Stranger. LastLegs was unknowing of the Elum Ranch, the elum ranch was a farm formed by Tex, a glukkon who dressed in a sparkly green suit with pointed shoulders like all glokstar suits. The other glukkon was a big cheese named Freddie he was a strict glukkon who usually was in charge of guards. The elum ranch was an Elum pie factory, Elums were caught by wolvarks that had been employed by the glukkons or sold to the ranch by outlaws and merchants. Elum pies consist of Elums, food scraps and animals caught in the barbwire such as slegs and fuzzles.

Yay! *eyes relax after doing something* Good stuffs! The smiley Here should answer what i want. :hungry: Smiley: I want more, I want more.

You want a computer animated yello smiley face holding a knife and fork with his toung out the side of his mouth.

Not exactly what i meant, but anyways... It meant i was hungry for more, actually...

I know i was being a smartarse

Oh, right, excuse me for not knowing sarcasam... *blushes* :fuzemb:

its Ok