Dydakon Riders...
The Dydakon Riders had been watching every single one of them for hours now. Awaiting the right moment.
Now seemed good.
Hordes of Riders swarmed Blarg and Krezz! Xan, Thy, Raz, Vita and the Gulchi were all having the same problem.
Soon they were dragged off kicking and screaming into the night... and what was stranger... they were singing:
"The Dyd's go marching 2 by 2... Hoora! Hoora!" ((Sorry... couldn't resist))
Krezz looked helplessly at the others. How had they managed to get caught up in all this when all that they wanted to do was find the Ancient One?
Somewhere else the Glukkons engaged into conversation. The cloaked one spoke, "And that Krezz too! We could make a lot of Moolah of a creature like that..."
"Oh, no my sadly mistaken friend. Krezz has a greater purpose to us... much greater...."
The cloaked Glukkon stood confused.
"Come on Malice... Cid. We must follow the riders. We will gain the creatures trust by rescuing them. Join in perhaps on this 'Quest' for the Ancient One. But when the time is right, we will enslave them all.... and then.... then we shall rule all of Oddworld... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
The two cackled evily in the darkness...
((Soz for the short post... too tired today))
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Blagaranufsha!
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