[Sal the Mudokon]

Oddworld spun, revealing the star by which it orbitted over its lush foliage. It rose high into the sky, slowly but steadily. The star was at its highest point in the sky when a small creature on the edge of a mountain woke up from his deep, relaxing slumber. He lifted his body from the ground with his arms and dragged himself to the cliffs edge. It was a beautiful day. The moisture filled greens and maroons and blues and yellows that carpetted the landscape reflected the star's overwhelming magnificence. The creature noticed a growing shadow in the corner of his eye. He turned to find another of his fellow kind looking at the same view. The other turned to him and began to speak. In the translation of the Industrialized world, it was a greeting and an address.
"Hello, Frag. How are you?" is one way that it might have been said.
"Just dandy, Drok," Frag said in his strange, alien language.
"That's good," said Drok in the toungue of the glukkons, "Because you will only be able to enjoy it so long."
Frag understood. The day was here and he would return to that which he did best. Today, he would find battle.