[TheRaisin]

In the interest of bringing meaning to your bleak, meaningless lives, I have decided to once again try my hand at crafting a fanfic. Hope it doesn't suck!

Clecky shifted nervously as the trio of blimps drew closer.
"Stand still!" another Mud ordered in a hushed tone.
"They're going to find us!" Flit said in a shrill and nervous tone. "They're going to find us and make us mop floors or make Slog fodder out of us or experiment on us or..."
Dwight smacked him in the face and clapped a hand over his mouth, but the nervous, insubordinate Mudokon would not be silenced.
"They'll kill us all!" he shouted, abandoning silence. "They'll find us and kill us if we stay here! I don't know about you losers, but I want to live!"
With that, he leaped out of the small grove and sprinted away from the massive machines, abandoning the only cover for miles in the barren wasteland.
"Ha! I'm not gonna die like a cornered rat! See you losers when you're..." zzzZZZAP! A bolt of burning red energy streaked from the blimp at the center of the V formation like a sword across the sky, leaving a small, blackened crater where Flit had been. Having presumably met their quota of "renegade" Mudokon kills, the blimps turned and headed back toward the icy, lifeless mountain range at the edge of the horizon, at the heart of which was stationed Vykkers Labs Type II (#28), performing classified experiments in total secrecy.
When the blimps were vague blobs on the horizon, Dwight, the leader of the resistance group, turned to his twenty-three Mudokons and let out a sigh of relief. While Flit hadn't intended to sacrifice himself, that was exactly what had happened. The pitiful group silently set out towards the distant forest, offering comments of gratitude as they passed Flit's blackened grave.

So, whaddya think? Is it worthy? Just you wait, there's more to come!